In Love With My Bestfriend

My Fvked Up Life

My Fvked Up Life

*Picture of Katelyn*

I have a fucked up life.

I know, NOT the first impression you were hoping for, but, give me a chance to explain.

My name is Katelyn and I'm in love with my bestfriend.

Your probably like, oh, it's just one of those cliché stories about the bestfriend falling in love with the guy and it ends with kisses and sex and blah blah blah!

But, nothing like that works out for me. As I said before, I have a fucked up life.

I've been in love with Ryan (my best friend) for as long as I can remember.

We met at a park. I was running around when my lollipop fell out of my mouth.

Being the four year old I was, I started bawling out tears. Ryan noticed that I was crying and came over to me.

He asked me what was wrong and I told him my lollipop fell. Ryan dug around in his pocket and found another lollipop, then gave it to me.

I smiled at him and took the lollipop. It was that moment I knew I would love him forever.

Since that day, we have been friends ever since. I don't mean to sound like an ungrateful bitch, but I wish we were more. I wish I meant more to him.

Then, there are his flings.

Ohmygod! Don't even get me started. I hate that side of Ryan.

After he fucks someone, he always goes to the wall above his bed, then scratches another tally mark on it.

That, my friends, is his wall of flings. He even told me that the purpose of it is so that he can keep track of how many people he fucked.

Ew.

Sometimes, I wonder how we are even bestfriends. But none the less, I am glad we are.

Being his bestfriend has its advantages. I get a lot of gifts from him without even asking, he tells me everything, and I get to hug him whenever I want. And kiss his cheek of course.

Sadly, his flings get to do more.

Ryan is pretty chill about everything and has it good with the teachers. Even when he is supposed to get into trouble, somehow he finds his way out of it. So your probably wondering: why can't I just tell him how I feel about him?

It's not that simple.

I'm afraid that if I tell him, our friendship will be in jeopardy and nothing will be the same again. Unless he feels the same way about me....

Which I highly doubt.

Ryan has so much confidence that he would tell you your ass looks so squeezable and have no shame.

I wish I had that same confidence....

So do you understand my situation?

Enough about me. Let's see what's happening right now....

**********

I wake up to someone playing with my hair.

I slowly open my eyes and wait for it to adjust. Then I see Ryan. Best sight to wake up to ever. "Good morning, Katy." Ryan greets.

A wide grin reveals itself on my face. "Good morning, Ryan."

"How is your hair so soft? I need your shampoo." He jokes and I chuckle. Then I reach out and touch his hair.

"As if! Your hair is really soft too. Anyway, who let you in the house?" I asked.

"Your mom." Ryan answers. I nod my head then remember that I have morning breath. Fuck. I sit up abruptly causing Ryan to follow.

"Are you ok?" He asked. I nod. "I'll be right back. Going to the bathroom."

Ryan smirks. "Are you worried about your morning breathe? Don't worry. If I can't smell it right now, it's probably not that bad."

I roll my eyes. "Doesn't matter. I have to keep up with my hygiene. Wait, what time is it?" I asked. Ryan looks over to the clock. "7:13."
My eyes widen and I jump off the bed. "We're supposed to be at school for 7:30. Why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

"Aren't you up now?" Ryan asks.

I sigh in frustration and run to the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. As I run back into my room, I see Ryan in my closet.

He turns around and says, "I picked your outfit for you." This is why I love him.

"Thanks." I say and slip on the black skinny jeans and a red and white stripped shirt as Ryan covers his eyes. He hands me my socks and I slip them on my feet. "What shoes should I wear?"

He gives me my white converse and I put them on too. "Your a life saver. Can you do my hair please?" I ask and he nods.

Ryan does my hair a lot which is another reason why I love him. He picks up the brush from my dresser and starts brushing my hair.

"Time?" I ask. He turns away for a second then says, "7:20." After he is finished combing my hair, we rush downstairs to his Mercedes Benz and he drives us to school.

***********

By the time we reach the school, it's 7:28. We don't live that far from the school that's why.

As soon as Ryan steps out of the car, he is surrounded by his girl fanclub. I roll my eyes and start walking towards the school entrance.

"See you later!" Ryan yell from behind me and I nod my head.

Then he winks at me. My 16 year old hormones just went wild.

I turn back around and walk to my locker. My girl bestfriend, Olivia, is there waiting for me.

When she sees me approaching, she opens my locker for me and envelops me in a hug.

"How's my girl?" Olivia asked as I put stuff in my locker and take out what I need. "I'm fine I guess. What about you?" I ask and close my locker. We link arms and start walking down the hall.

Olivia rolls her eyes. "Same ol' shit. Where's Ryan?"

I look at the floor. "He's currently surrounded by his club of sluts." Olivia makes a disgusted face then looks at me sympathetically. She is the only person who knows I like him.

"I'm sorry. But hey, at least you aren't with him right now. After all, you aren't a slut." Olivia jokes and I laugh.

"That's true I guess." I stop walking as I notice that I am in front of my classroom. "I'll see you at lunch right?" I ask.

"Maybe. I can't count on it. I have this mischievous feeling. So I might get detention. But, I'll try and be good." Olivia says with a sigh then smiles.

I unlink our arms and wave bye to her.

Then I enter my first class of hell.
Here goes nothing....