Love: A Fictional Narrative

Stop staring Cassidy. Don’t even look. Ignore his muscular arms and the way he pumps up his team. Ignore the roaring crowd cheering for him. Ignore the wind blowing through his hair, forcing him to comb his fingers through it. Ignore the girl holding up a sign in his honor. As the hot air circles around me, I try to focus my eyes to see the scoreboard in the distance. I forgot my glasses in the car, causing my vision to fail miserably. With frustration, I ask my friend Melanie and my little sister Madison to read me the score. “3-0,” Mel states, “the other team is winning.” “And there’s twelve minutes and three seconds left in the first half,” my sister says. With sadness I reply, “they really need to win …show more content…

The luscious, green grass had looked picture perfect when we arrived, but I’ve been pulling grass out of the ground. As I stare at the blank spots on the ground where I’ve destroyed the precious earth, Mel decides to strike up a conversation. “Look at Tristan, he’s so cute!” Mel blurts out with a smile painted across her face. I remain silent. I’ve liked Tristan for eight months now, and she knew that. Maddie however had no clue. “You so do like him. You two would be so cute! Maybe because he’s a junior you’ll get to go to prom as a sophomore!” Maddie replies with excitement in her voice. “I wish! I can already imagine it. He would be in a black tux with a navy tie and I would be in a navy dress. We would walk into prom holding hands and I would look like a lovesick fool gazing into his gorgeous eyes,” Mel says as she glares at the sunset behind the soccer field. I’m frozen. I can’t move. I can’t think. My mind is running in circles. I can’t believe she would like the same guy as me and then not even tell me. She’s supposed to be my best friend. After a minute of silence, Melanie nudges me to see if I understood what she …show more content…

I’ll be back in a minute,” Maddie says cutting off the awkward silence. As we watch Maddie walk away from the stands and towards the food stand, Mel immediately turns to me and tells me about her major crush on Tristan. “You don’t still like him right? It’s been over eight months and nothing’s happened so I just assumed it was okay. Is it okay? You’re not mad, right?” Mel says with genuine concern. I look at her, trying to hold in the tears. “Of course I’m over him Mel. Go for him, you have such a good chance and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that,” I respond, trying to sound happy for her. She hugs me and then continues to watch the game. Maddie returns from the bathroom and they resume their conversation about Tristan. As I eavesdrop on their discussion, I learn that Mel doesn’t know a single detail about Tristan. As they digress, I come to the conclusion that Mel and Tristan have been talking on a regular basis. However, she doesn’t know the small, but important details about him. She doesn’t know how he twitches his nose when he’s trying to focus or about how his eyes light up when he babbles about the Boston Red