The Best Friend Zone
This is long, long, long, but at least there are no deaths. So, yay? Trying something different. My nod to Say Anything or Perks of Being a Wallflower. If you like, let me know or reblog.
He loved her since they were kids. They were still kids, really, but older kids. College kids — that age where you feel like a grownup because you own your own plates, but you still call your parents every few weeks and ask if they can put a little more in the bank account.
Sam met Dallas at an audition for a community theatre production of “Oklahoma” when they were in the 10th grade. They went to different schools and were involved in their respective drama departments but had never actually met.
Dallas was drawn to his mysteriousness – while everyone gathered together in the audience to watch rehearsals, he chose a seat in the back corner away from the group — and Sam was attracted to her sunny disposition. She was all hugs and smiles, and it was clear by the way the whole room tried to talk to her that Sam was not the only one who noticed.
She got a part. He was stuck on crew. They became friends. They dated briefly. Then broke up. Then dated other people. Then dated for a week here or there, when they could, in between school and parents and all those commitments you seem to have when you are 17. They saw each other as a sort of Romeo and Juliet, minus the fighting parents and the suicide. They were star-crossed lovers who never could seem to get their timing just right.
When you’re that age, you’re just as much in love with love as you are in actual love. There was something appealing to them both about being heartbroken, so they continued to dance around each other, only stopping occasionally to listen to what song was playing.