Green Eyed

Disclaimer: I own no one!

A/N- Not in the best mood right now, I'll admit. I have no clue where this comes from. Actually, I do, but I won't tell where…

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Okay, I knew he was gay when I started hanging out with him. I didn't have a problem with it. I didn't care. He was a nice guy, and I wasn't the most social girl in this bunch.

"Maria, are we heading out tonight?" Carlos, my best friend asked. I nodded, ruffling his Afro. He grinned, putting his arm around him. "Where are we going?"

"Chinese!" I squealed, glad it was just the two of us. Chris Mordetsky, his crush had started joining us recently. I didn't mind at first, until I started feeling left out.

Maria Kanellis aka Jealous and left out…

I hadn't had a boyfriend in years. The last guy I dated resembled a serial killer, and then, nobody special had come along. I didn't need guys to survive.

I was an independent woman!

"Just the two of us?" I asked, glancing up at him. He nodded. Then, pausing, he reached in his pocket and grabbed his phone.

"Hey, C!" he exclaimed, grinning widely. I groaned. I didn't have to ask. I knew who was on the other end of that line. "What? I kind of had plans with Maria…"

Oh my God, he sounded disappointed, as if I was keeping him away from his crush! What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't let him be miserable.

"Go with him!" I exclaimed angrily. "I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" I ran out, my high-heeled shoes echoing through the corridor.

Angry bitter tears spilled from my eyes. I didn't care anymore. Let him be happy! I'd find someone. Someone who wouldn't shove me aside for the first guy to come along.

I wasn't very comfortable around many people. It was hard for me to connect and trust people. Carlos was the first person I had trusted within moments of meeting him. He was so nice, so sweet.

We were fine, until he met Chris. I swear I have bad friend Karma. It happened with every friend I had. I'd start to get close and then BAM, someone else stole my spotlight.

I spent the night alone in my hotel room, too stubborn to call him and admit I was jealous. Besides, he was out with him and I had no reason to disturb them.

How was I in love with my gay best friend? It seemed impossible. From the day I met him, I knew he was untouchable. I knew I had no chance.

He was the one I talked to with the most ease,my confidante, the one I ran to when life got hard. It didn't seem probable that I loved him. He was my best friend!

Love was always tricky with me. I searched far and wide for the definition of it. I knew what I wanted in a guy, and while my standards were high, I knew he had to be out there somewhere.

Carlos was my perfect guy.

Hearing I was single and desperate, Trish and Amy, my acquaintances had tried hooking me up with Gene Snitsky.

He was very nice, but just wasn't my type. He lacked in the manners department, and was just missing that special something. He wasn't what I was looking for.

Charlie Haas was a good friend, but he was married. Rule number 3 of chickdom stated that you couldn't go after another girl's guy, especially when the other girl was pregnant.

What was I supposed to do?

It was the most important rule of chickdom. The great guys were either gay or taken.

How could I love someone so much? It didn't seem fair and it didn't seem right. My love for Carlos was strong, as strong as love came and yet, it didn't work.

With tears staining my pillow, I vowed to never see him again. It would kill me to see him with Chris, all the time knowing he could never be mine.

I believe you only get one chance at true love. There's someone for everyone.

As much as I loved him, Carlos wasn't mine. I had to accept it.

What else could I do?

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