Chapter 5\\Reality Came Crashing Down

{is this real?}

This entire story could be a lie.

It could all be in my mind.

It could also be true. It could be the very true story of two girls who didn't know how to love.

It's either true or false.

But it's real.

{yes, it's real}

Heather had forgotten about her read wig.

She'd been desperately hunting forher usual wig when she came across it. It was just as beautiful as it had been the day she bought it. Maybe it was silly to think she could pull it off, bit she still decided she'd wear it that day.

Hopefully Duncan would like it.

She smiled and admired herself in the mirror.

Baby, I love you, I never want to let you go.

Heather's phone began to ring.

The more I think about, the more I want to let you know...

She hated the song, but thought it seemed pretty fitting for Lindsay.

...that everything you do is super fucking cute and I can't stand it.

Without warning, Heather's eyes began to water. She smashed the ignore button so she wouldn't have to hear the song again.

She kept being reminded, over and over, that Lindsay was not hers; that the guy she did have was a broken punk wannabe.

She flipped open her phone to check Facebook. She took a look at the time. 7:53 pm. About seven minutes before Duncan was supposed to show up, and she knew he'd be late. He was always late, anyway.

Once Facebook loaded, she typed in a meaningless status about the date she was about to go on. As she was about to hit 'send,' a status caught her eye.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

"How pathetic," Heather muttered, snapping her phone shut. "Probably some unloved nerd whining about how they're gonna be alone forever or whatever."

They probably didn't even come up with it themselves, she thought. Probably got it from some stupid book or something.

It didn't matter. It had nothing to do with her either way.

As the days flew by, though, she realized that this wasn't the case. That the saying was true.

{at least now she has the answer}

"Why would I go to prom?" Duncan asked indignantly. He and Heather were discussing the possibility of going to prom together. Duncan, of course, vehemently opposed the idea.

"Come on, Duncan. I want to go to prom with someone I actually give a damn about."

Unless Lindsay magically decided she loved Heather between then and next year's prom, that wasn't going to happen. Still, she had to pretend she loved him.

"Ugh." Duncan sighed. Heather could imagine him rolling his eyes and giggled. "Fine, I'll go to prom with you. Whatever."

"Great." Heather smiled, though she knew he couldn't see her. She discovered she was slowly learning to care for him.

She didn't love him. Probably never would.

But she at least cared about him.

And that's almost the same thing, right?

{maybe it was better, in the long run}

The one you l o v e and the one who loves you are never, ever the same p e r s o n .

{invisible monsters hunt us all}

If anyone can tell me where the above quote comes from, they get to name the next chapter. (the quote above the brackets, not the quote in the brackets. hehe.) I don't know why I decided to do that, but I did. So.

Also, this is where the story sort of...derails. I'm not quite sure what I should do at this point. Do I discontinue this, put up what I've written and try to figure out what to do from there, or scrap the next few chapters and rewrite them? If you have any ideas, please leave a review and let me know.

Also holy shit FFNet makes this look ridiculously short. It seemed so much longer when I typed it on the iPaq o_o