|Avoiding the Inevitable
Author: UnintentionallyInLove PM
She wanted him. But he was unattainable; he was her best friend. Yet, you can't avoid the inevitable. Really short oneshort. Written for my friend.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Words: 625 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Published: 07-05-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2693347
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Avoiding the Inevitable
She wanted him. She wanted him so bad that it hurt. But he was off limits; he was her best friend. Blond haired, blue eyed; as Grecian as forbidden. She wanted to know how it felt to be the object of his affections, so hard to trap. To know the feel of his lips on hers. And it's not as if she was the only one. Other girls wanted him. But none of those other girls loved him. Not that she'd admit that she'd lost her heart a long time ago to him. A stubborn streak resided in her, a country mile wide.
He knew everything about her, and he was able to read her like a book. He saw through everything she said, even though he rarely made this fact known. He saw through her lies, her smile, her tears. If only he could see through the solid wall she'd built around her secret, around the heart he unknowingly held in his hands. But, sadly, his head sometimes seemed as dense as this wall.
It might help if he saw her as a girl, instead of one of the guys, she thought. If he wouldn't flirt with every girl, including her, it would make it easier. It was like placing a cookie in front of a child, then slapping his hand when he tried to eat it. Leading her on, totally oblivious of how close to the truth he was when he teased her, claiming she wanted him, that's how she thought of it. She thought herself unworthy of this gorgeous boy's love. He was unattainable, besides.
He wanted her. She was different; not one of the girls he so often toyed with. He wished she saw him as more than a friend. He wished she weren't so thick headed as to be oblivious to the numerous hints he dropped. He finally gave up dropping hints, and hurled them practically in her face. But no, she refused to notice. It was not in his nature to be patient, but for her, he tried. He was on the brink of failing. Yet he fought, for a fighter he was, so as not to ruin it. Their friendship was worth more than the follies of his heart.
But as patience goes, there was one who had the bare minimal capable of being had by a human. There was another who seemed to be made of patience. Both were bystanders, both more aware of the feeling of these two than the two themselves. He just smiled knowingly as another plan to lead them together was a success; she was ready to get a bulldozer and shove them together, but fought the impatience and lead them on, only a bit impatient (which, rest assured, went against the very grain of her being.) He knew it would happen eventually, and waited, the picture of calm and cool. She knew it would happen, but wished it would hurry the hell up, and often contemplated whether or not beating her head against a wall would help the situation. He was his best friend, she hers. Neither was aware of the fact that they were allied together against the stubborn will of their friends. Both came to the same conclusion:
Love is a pain. And you cannot avoid the inevitable.
Although, the two who'd fallen into the realms of the heart sure as hell tried.
Short, but I wrote it for my friend. That's all. Lemme know what y'all think!
P.S. I went back and edited it (I know, almost a year later :P), and I fixed the points that CuriousContradiction pointed out (thank you, Curious!)