They were in love. They were amazingly, unalterably, irrevocably, completely and utterly in love with each other. That's where their similarities ended.
He was a social butterfly, for lack of better words. He was the guy who was friends with everyone. He was always the centre of attention, and he loved it. Girls vied for his attention while guys wished they were half as popular as he was.
She, on the other hand, was a social outcast. She could've been popular if she wanted. She was certainly pretty enough. She thought the whole "popularity" scheme was idiotic though, and she much preferred her books over trying to keep up with the latest trends. She had no friends and she liked it that way.
He was active and loved sports. He was on mostly all the sports teams and he was captain of at least half of them. He loved every part of it; from the cheers of the crowd as he scored a goal to the small butterflies that he'd still get before the start of a major game.
She couldn't stand the loud cheers, and the smell of sweat that seemed to be associated with sports. She much preferred the peaceful and quiet library where she could relax and lose herself in a book without being distracted for a few hours.
She doesn't remember exactly how they met, but she is 100% sure that she strongly disliked him on first sight. After all, his motto was "the more the merrier" while hers was "two's a crowd". How could she not hate him?
She's still convinced that he put something in her drink, and that she's under the influence of some drug. When she tells him this though, he'll always just laugh softly and tell her that she's too smart for him to pull something like that on her, before smiling that charming smile of his that made her unable to resist smiling back.
No, she doesn't remember how they met, but she does remember that for the first time in her life, something other than her books made her happy.
Sure her parents were rich, and she had everything she asked for. She could buy all the books in the library if she so pleased. She had an unlimited supply of cash. She didn't care for that at all though. All she wanted was for her parents to be around for more than a few weeks out of a whole year. She wanted them to love her; or at least care about her.
Maybe that's why she fell so hard for him. He was the first person to show her unconditional love like that. Maybe that's why she was so willing to change for him. He was her first everything. Her first crush, her first date, her first kiss, her first love. She was willing to do anything for him.
He loved not only being in a crowd but being at the centre of that crowd, and having everyone paying attention to him. While she hated that, for him she was willing to change. She put off reading that book she'd just bought to work on her appearance and clothes. She became a social butterfly because it made him happy that she was beside him while everyone fawned over him.
He loved playing sports. Although she couldn't stand them, she still let herself forget about that assignment due the next day that was worth half her mark, to stand in the crowd and cheer him on. Just because during a break, he'd look for her in the mob of people and smile that smile of his that made her weak in the knees.
As they got older, she got so used to being the perfect girlfriend for him that she couldn't even remember how she'd ever lived with only her books by her side. She was sure she hadn't even looked at a book, let alone opened one, in over a year. After all, between running to appointments at the salon, and looking for that perfect outfit to a party he was taking her to, she could never find the time or energy to settle down with a good book and just read for a few hours.
She brushed it off though. After all, for a relationship to work, one had to learn to compromise. She was sacrificing her books, but she had him in return, so she never thought much of it.
It was a year after they'd both graduated from the same university, and everything was finally settling down. They both had full-time jobs, and their spacious apartment was finally perfectly decorated. He decided that they should have a picnic, just the two of them, and she was happy to oblige, as he usually insisted on inviting all their friends.
They'd just finished a lunch of ham sandwiches and apple juice when he suddenly got down on one knee in front of her and proposed.
She felt the tears slide down her cheek as she felt too many emotions fly through her at the same moment: shock, joy, love, worry and a surprisingly large amount of dread. He was still kneeling in front of her, a huge smile spreading across his face, as he took the ring out of the box and slowly slid it onto her finger.
She wanted to scream at him to stop, to take off the unnecessarily extravagant ring and throw it as far away from her as possible. She didn't move as he slid the ring into its place, or as he kissed it lightly before getting up and brushing off his pants.
"I'm so happy. I can't believe we're finally going to get married." He said, pulling her into a tight hug. She muttered a near-silent agreement, still trying to suppress the feelings of doubt that she was experiencing.
Through the next few weeks, she rushed around town with her mother, planning her perfect wedding. She was surprised at her mother's appearance, but apparently even her cold, uncaring mother couldn't deny that this was going to be one of the largest events of the year.
It was the day before her wedding. The sun was just slipping below the horizon and she was inspecting the huge cathedral her mom insisted on using with growing dread. All the decorations were imported from out of the country, her dress was fitted to her every curve, the dinner was going to be made by only the top chefs in the world. Everything looked beautiful and serene in the moonlight, and it was all beyond her wildest dreams.
As she continued looking around, the knot in her stomach grew, and suddenly she felt sick. She ran out of the church, sprinting until she reached her car in the far end of the parking lot, taking in big gulps of the fresh night air.
The drive home took twice the amount of time it usually did, and by the time she finally stepped into her eerily silent tenth floor apartment, she was relatively calm again. Of course, the painful knot in her stomach obstinately refused to go away.
"Micheal!" She screamed his name, even though she already knew he wasn't going to be at home. He loved brightness, and insisted on turning all the lights when he was at home. She sighed and dropped heavily into the window seat in their room.
The doubts were resurfacing now that she was alone again. She quickly grabbed a book off the shelf next to her. She smiled as she read the title. She hadn't read it since she graduated from high school, but it was still her favourite. The plot was a bit childish, but it was written brilliantly.
She quickly flipped through the book, reminiscing on how she used to admire the beautiful, self-dependant heroine. She reached the last page much too soon, but her frown quickly turned into a smile as she recognized her old friend's messy scrawl in the corner of the page.
I bought you this book because the main character reminded me of you. Please don't ever change. Even though I'm moving away, you'll always be my best friend. Keep in touch!
She'd stopped talking to Sarah after a few months, but Sarah had been her only friend back then, and the only one who'd understood her. The tears dripped down her face again, but somehow, the weight on her shoulders felt lighter, and the knot in her stomach had eased up. She hugged the hard-back novel to her chest, a huge smile on her face for the first time since Micheal had proposed to her.
She got up quickly, pulling a suitcase out, and hurriedly tossing her things into it. Apart from the clothes and makeup he'd insisted on buying her, she only really had her books. The clothes didn't matter to her, neither did the makeup. She ended up with only a quarter of her books in the large suitcase. There were still two tall bookshelves she hadn't touched yet. She sighed, pulling all the books out and back on their shelves. She'd only be able to bring her favourites.
By the time she finally finished packing her books, and about two changes of clothes, it was five in the morning. She was surprised he hadn't come home yet, but really, it only made her decision easier. He always did have a way with convincing her to do things. If he asked her to stay, she didn't have a doubt in her mind that she'd say yes. He was like a drug for her; fun and addicting, but terrible in the long run.
She glanced around their apartment one last time, heart breaking at the thought of leaving him. No matter how bad he was for her, she still loved him.
Her eyes landed on her writing desk that had sat abandoned in the corner since the day they'd moved in. She laughed at herself for crying over him, and forcefully wiped away her tears. She was finally free. She was free to do what she wanted again. She was free to read for hours on end, free to travel the world, free to write again. She was free from all the restraints she'd put on herself over the years. She was finally free again, and she was happy.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a picture of the two of them. She wiped her tears away, and she promised herself to never shed another tear for the wonderful, amazing, perfect man in the picture, because she'd finally realized that despite how utterly flawless he was, he just wasn't the right one for her.
She had a radiant smile on her face as she walked out of their apartment. She smiled as she finally stepped out of his life and back into her own. After years of being lost, she'd finally found herself again.
A/N: Hey, so I've editted this story a bit, and I've decided that I might be continuing it thanks to the suggestion by tickly my pickle a looooong while ago (thank yoouuuuu). All depends if I can write it though. ^^~