Almost Unbreakable

My mother, father, and Brett all sat in the great room sipping on tea for my stuck up mom and some alcoholic drink for Brett and my father. They all smiled as I walked in, and placed my bags on the floor.

"Hello darling!" My mother exclaimed. She stood up, and pulled me into a hug. It felt awkward as it always does. I saw Brett stand up, and walk over to us.

"Hey babe." He smiled, and kissed my cheek.

"Hey guys." I smiled back. Brett's eyes scanned me up, and down, and placed an arm around my hip.

The worst part of not loving Brett is that he loved me. He wasn't mean, he never did anything for me to not like him, I just didn't feel that way.

I must have been a damn good actor though, because he proposed. I said yes because I knew falling in love for me was impossible.

I stll remember my fiirst love, Andy, driving away.

I remeber him coming to my dorm room, and telling me he was leaving. I remeber him asking me to come with him, and I said no because I had to finish out my school year. He said he couldn't be in a long distance relationship, so he ended it.

I remeber watching the black van drive way from my door room window. His sad blue eyes as he looked up at me. I remeber him rolling down the window, and yelling up 'This is not over, Dragonfly.' The silly nickname he had given me..

Those were the last words Andy ever said to me. I haven't seen or heard from him since. I haven't cared enough to find out what he is up too. He ripped my heart to shreds, and I can't let that go.

I looked down at the large diamond ring on my finger. It was absolutely stunning.

Brett noticed this action, and kissed my temple as my parents dove into a conversation. "Only a couple more months."

I looked into his brown eyes, and smile falsely. His short brown hair cut, tan skin, and preppy wardrobe was so different from mine.

I had long brown hair, and pale, definitely not California like, skin. My eyes were blue but not bright blue like Andy's were. They were dull, and sad, something I could even see when I looked in the mirror.

My wardrobe was certaintly different from Brett's. I wore lots of spikes, studs, and leather. You know, the things that make my parents cringe.

I wonder why Brett even loves me. I'm nothing extraordinary. Honestly, I believe something happened to Brett with love the same way something happened to me.

We've talked about past relationships, but never brought up our important ones...

I realized Brett was staring at me for not replying so I quickly said, "I can't wait." In the most excited voice I could muster, out of my deeply sad gut.

"I love you." He smiled, his lop sided grin that made most girl's heart race but did nothing to me.

It was missing a piercing on his bottom lip, and long black hair that sometimes got caught in it. His lips were missing the pink shade that me crazy even today, four years later.

Andy never left my mind. I thought of him everyday, and any time I woke up next to Brett, fully clothed because we were waiting for marriage (bull shit) I wished it was him.

I pushed Andy out of my mind, regretfully, "I love you too."

"Are you ready to move in with me after the wedding?" He asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Good. I need my wife next to me every morning." He smiled. I thought of the empty feeling I would get every morning, and instantly cringed.

"Well I will be." I said kissing his cheek.

"Perfect." He said, biting his lip. I knew he was thinking of our honey moon. I mentally rolled my eyes, hating the fact that I would give up my virgininty to the wrong person.

How could I change it though? My true love is living his life as a rockstar, and I'm just me. Plain, boring, kind of but not really sad. More so just broken, and sometimes that's worse.

And what's even worse is the person who broke me is the only person I want to see.

Notes

Chapter 2:)