He's handsome. With his dirty blonde hair messily styled so perfect that it looks good but at the same time as he woke up like that and put no effort in his appearance. His green eyes sparkling so magically when he talks about the things he likes, how focused he gets when he's working and it's like the world fades and stops existing. That smile he gets when he looks at the people he loves that he's so happy he has and the laugh he lets out when one of his friends goofs around.

He's my best friend. He always calls to say goodnight and if I've fallen asleep he sends me the sweetest night text. He goes out of his way to make sure I'm okay and he will protect me if I'm scared of something. He will say just the words I need to hear, like he can read my mind. He knows me like we're the same person and he'll tell me he loves me and always will even though it means nothing.

He's kind-hearted. He always tries to help anyone in trouble, even if they've been mean to him he still wants to help. He will listen to me ramble about anything and still have that smile playing on his lips as if he actually enjoys hearing me talk.

He's not mine. Despite all the things he says and does he doesn't love me the same way I love him. Despite all the things he does and says I bite my tongue and keep my secret to myself.

From: Rileyyy!
To: Lucas Matthews

You coming to the party Lukie? :)

I lose my breath every time I see him, my heart flutters like crazy and I'm scared my heart is gonna leap out of my chest. I hold my breath as I wait for a reply.

From: Lucas Matthews
To: Rileyyy!

Of course!

I put on my nicest dress in hopes of impressing him. He's late and I'm waiting on a bench for him, scanning the crowd with hopeful eyes. I've made up my mind, I'm gonna confess my feelings for him tonight. A guy joins me but it's not the one I was hoping for nevertheless, I laugh at his jokes, smile politely when he talks and touches him lightly on the arm when he clamps up.

I look up briefly to scan the crowd for him again and my eyes immediately fall on him, standing a little further away with a heartbroken expression on his face. As he turns his back to me, I stand up and my hand desperately reaches for him.

"Lucas!"

I call but it's too late. He doesn't stop or turn around and in just mere seconds, he's gone.