Well, here we go. A romance story from someone who doesn't write romance. This was based off of my own musings while thinking about a boy. I was planning to stick to my other story, but this just kind of flowed. Honestly? The hardest part was the names.
"Statistically, true love is impossible."
Jason glanced up from his homework. "And why do you say that?" he asked.
Claire shrugged. The pair of them were sitting on the floor of her room doing a geography assignment together. It was her research on the population of planet Earth that had sparked her rather odd announcement.
"Think of it, Jason," she said. "There are about six point six billion people on the planet as of this year."
"Sounds about right," he replied.
His calm response was met with an exasperated sigh. "And we're supposed to find our one, true love and live happily ever after with them forever and ever?" Claire retorted.
"If the fairy tales are true," answered Jason. His calm demenor remained unshaken.
"Well, the fairy tales are bogus."
"Good thing we don't depend on fairy tales to tell us the truth, then," was all Jason said before going back to his map. "Can you pass me the colored pencils?" he asked.
Claire didn't move. "There is a one in six point six billion chance that you will ever find your one, true love."
"That's not impossible, then."
"What?" Claire demanded.
"There's still one chance," Jason explained, meeting her eyes. "It's not impossible, it's just highly improbable."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you believe that you are ever going to defeat one to six point six billion odds and live happily ever after?"
"Not really. But that doesn't make me think that we're all going to die miserable and alone." He grinned. "After all, if there was no chance of ever finding someone you loved, neither of us would be here."
"The U.S divorce rate is 54.8 percent."
Now Jason shrugged. "So some people take a few tries. And maybe some people never actually get around to the 'happily ever after' part of their lives. Maybe most people don't. But that doesn't mean love is impossible."
Claire responded to this romantic speech with a snort. "Yeah, well, it's still extremely improbable. And if romance novels are to be believe, not even death can stop love. Do you know what that means?"
"I'm guessing it's not that you've found hope for your love life after all."
"It means, oh moronic one, that the chances of finding one person that you'll love for the rest of your life are now one to one hundred and six billion, four hundred and fifty six million."
"Claire," Jason asked seriously, "Do you know every one of the one hundred and six billion, four hundred and fifty six million humans ever to have walked the Earth?"
"No. Which is another problem with this. What if this hypothetical person you're supposed to fall in love with is someone you never actually get around to meeting?"
"Then you settle for second-best and deal with it," Jason replied firmly and went back to his homework.
Claire scowled at him. "Alright, then," she said. "Let's narrow it down to the people in our school. There are about eighteen hundred students there, correct?"
Stifling a groan, he agreed.
"So the chances that someone you like will like you back are about one in eighteen hundred."
"What about Monica?"
"What about her?"
Jason leaned back against the wall, grinning. "She has a boyfriend. Therefore, she found someone out of those eighteen hundred students who she liked who likes her back."
"Yes, Monica has a boyfriend, and he's a jerk."
"But she likes him."
Claire sat up and gave him her best glare that would freeze people in their tracks. Fortunately for Jason, Claire had never been a very intimidating person. "So what? My point is, she has a boyfriend, yes, but it's a stupid high-school show thing. She only has a boyfriend for status and we all know it."
"No, actually," Jason replied. He frowned in concentration. "I think she actually really does like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes her."
"So, what? We're all supposed to drop what we're doing and go chase after some moron who we have a crush on because Monica managed to get a boyfriend she liked? Explain to me how that works. Look at the statistics I've given you. It's just not going to happen. Sorry, but no."
Jason sat up and looked at her. "I don't know how it happens," he said softly. "But people do fall in love. And occasionally they fall for someone who reciprocates their feelings. It happens. It may not be logical, but it does."
Claire snorted. "I don't see you dating," she snapped, getting up to get an atlas.
"Maybe the person I like just doesn't believe in love."
She froze and then turned around. He was watching her, not with the electric crackle that she would expect. Just Jason, looking at the girl he was completely platonic friends with. Maybe there was an added expression in his eyes, a look that he didn't give to someone else. But it wasn't a time-stopping moment. It was, plainly and simply, exactly like all of the other statistically improbable moments that occurred every day.
"Actually," she said. "I've changed my mind."