Vincent and I have been best friends since a very young age. Vincent has always been the perfect guy. Always getting the best grades and being into sports, the life of any party, and above all, really popular. I've liked Vincent for ages, but I know it's never going to happen... only in my dreams. I'm always been the complete opposite of Vincent's type. Long blonde hair, tall, athletic, and outgoing girls, and outdoor and morning people. I'm the opposite in all factors. Being short, having dark hair, lazy and quiet, an inside and nighttime person. And the most important bit... a boy...

Vincent and I were hanging out like usual at my house. We were sat on the bed whilst Vincent was going on about some girl he saw the other day.

"Ughh, you should've seen her! Literally, she was perfect!!" Vincent sighed, pouting slightly

I stayed quiet and just replied with an odd "mhm" or "yep". None of this was going in. I hated listening to Vincent's talks about girls he would see around campus or on the streets.

"So, have you got a special girl yet?? You're so reserved I never know if you've got a girlfriend yet... or ever." Vincent asked, finally staring at my face; failing to acknowledge my disinterested expression.