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Luke's POV. (Surprise!)

It hurt.

It hurt real bad.

Falling in love with your best friend was terrible. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't help noticing how her brown eyes would be lined in a soft hazel whenever she laughed. I couldn't help noticing that when she was nervous she would jiggle her right foot, and her palms would become clammy.

But love is hell.

Love wasn't all laughs and secret kisses. No it was a world of tears and hopeless waiting for the person to notice you. To notice that they loved you too. To have them in your arms, a wide grin both your faces.

Love wasn't real.

It  was all a feeble dream that you yearned to become true. But it wouldn't. No matter how much you begged. Pleaded. Cried. It wouldn't become real.

I tried. I tried to show her my feelings. I could see the cogs turning her head, trying to comprehend my actions but later them dismissing as a show of friendship. I have never hated a word more than that.

Friends.

I would constantly chant the word in my mind, every night. Friends. That was all we were, and nothing more. And I knew it was wrong. Wrong to imagine her as more but my heart was in her clueless hands. She had no idea that I loved her. It was frustrating. I tried everything. Even the old yawn-and-put-your-arm-over-her-shoulder trick. Yet she still remained oblivious to my desperate reaches towards her.

So I buried them. I buried my feelings deep within. I buried all the love for the girl with the perfect brown hair and mocha brown eyes. I ignored the accelerated beat of my heart whenever she came near. I ignored the pain I would hold in whenever she was hurt. I ignored my feelings.

I pretended that I was just her best friend. A guy she had stumbled across and had fortunately pulled her back to her feet. That was all I was.

A friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And I watched as she eyed other men, occasionally commenting on their looks. It was absolute torture to watch as she flirted. The constant stabbing of knives to my heart were becoming unbreable.

"Enjoy."

I threw the bartender an appreciate smile, clasping the large bottle of brandy in my hands. Bringing the rim of the bottle to my lips, I found myself doning the drink in seconds. Slamming it harshly against the table, I wiped my lips from the back of my hand, ordering another bottle.

This was my chance to get away from all the heartbreak I had suffered today. It irritated me that Alison still could not tell me what she was thinking even when I had ended up in hospital after beating her ex-husband up. I knew that I should give her time and allow her to open up herself but something inside me had enough.

Enough of getting rejected. Enough of being friend zoned. I wanted to be loved.

Was that too much to ask?

I wanted to find the girl of my dreams. The girl I would care for, for days on end. The girl I would hold in my arms as we slept. The girl I would shower with, with love and riches.

I wanted her now. I wasn't waiting any longer.

But then again, love wasn't even real. Not ever-lasting love. Love or more like lust would only last a few years before slowly drifting away. My own parents didn't love each other anymore, but yet bregudgingly stuck together. They claimed that it was too much of a fuss to sign all the documents nor did they want to break their parent's heart. I suspected that they did however have minuscule feelings for one another, but not love. They had lost that years before.

I had long given up on my love for Alison, knowing it would never actually unfold into something that I could only dream about. She was far too in love with the man who had ruined her. She states that she doesn't have feelings for him, to which I would internally scoff. Maybe she didn't love him but she definitely liked him. Somewhere. I was sure about that.

So what was the use of chasing after a girl who liked/loved another man?

There was none. Nothing.

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However there were still times when Alison managed to irritate me to such an extent that I wanted to bang my head repeatedly against my guitar. And this moment was one of these times.

Her hands was placed on her hips, a heavy scowl painted on her lips as shrieked,"Where have you been?"

She was currently standing at my front perch, her foot tapping against the path leading to the door. She still managed to look unbelievably beautiful, in only a tank top and tights, her hair splayed against her shoulders and face makeup-free. Yet there were more important matters at hand than her appearance in the early morning.

I shrugged.

I was partly angry at her behaviour towards me the other day, yet I still wanted to gather her in my arms and apologise profusely. I couldn't do that though. She would surely catch on then. I valued my friendship with Alison and I didn't want it to falter just because of my silly feelings.

I heard her huff as I unlocked the door to my two story house.

"Don't ignore me, Luke William Andrews!"

The corners of my mouth twitched. She had a habit of saying my full name whenever she was angry with me. I shrugged of my coat, hanging it up and walked down the hallway, the sound of her hurried footsteps following me meeting my ears.

"Luke!"

Again, I pretend to not notice her yells, now preparing myself a coffee for the immense headache that pounded near my forehead. I blamed myself for drinking so much, as I pressed down the switch for the coffee maker. Rummaging in a few cabinets, a huge grin broke through my face as I spotted the familiar, rectangular package. Clasping the Panadol, I pulled out the tray of little tablets and shoved one into my mouth.

Her eyes zoned onto the medicine, before flickering to mine. They immediately narrowed.

"You idiot."

She had pieced together the reasons why I would be needing a pain reliever, and I predicted that she had understood that I had hit the bar last night. Not wanting to talk about it, I turned away, grabbing the cup of awaiting goodness. I made my way up the stairs, but halted at the third last as I heard her soft voice.

"You can't do that either."

I frowned. Quickly wiping my face from any emotions, I turned around, giving her a sharp look to explain her prior words.

"You can't just walk away."

I raised an eyebrow,"And why can't I?"

She sighed, her hands twisting nervously.

"I..I've been thinking about what you said, and I guess you're right. I should've told you how I'm feeling, instead of locking my emotions in and keeping you in the dark about it. You are my best friend, and you deserve to know. I trust you."

Best friend. There it goes again. Yet, I was already hating the tense air between us and I really wanted to be close to her. She was the girl of my dreams and I would occasionally prize myself with the opportunity of holding her hand and cuddling with her on the sofa. Those were the most special moments for me.

"And?"I teased, pasting a rather painful smile on my face.

She rolled her eyes, yet I could see that she was fighting off the upcoming grin.

"I'm sorry."

I returned the grin but not with the same amount of enthusiasm,"Apology accepted."

Then, I rushed forward, picking her up in my arms and hugging the life out of her. The feeling of her body pressed up against mine, and her squeals and giggles had made my day. Spinning her around, I allowed myself to appreciate her beauty as she threw her head back and laughed with glee.

But at the end of the day, after countless movie marathons. After buckets of popcorn. After stacks of chocolates and drinks. After everything. I was still her friend. I was still the man who would lurk unwillingly at the background, watching with heartbreak as she laughed in another man's arms.

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Awww poor Luke.

QUESTION: For what in your life are you most grateful?
ANSWER: FOOD, but in a serious matter I would have to say that I'm grateful for being born in such a resourceful country and have such amazing opportunities. Many people around the world are living in poverty and do not have a roof over their heads, and for this I am very grateful for having resources that allow me to enjoy life to its fullest.

So what about you guys?