Love, Problem, Solution

A lot of these scenarios seem to start out as nothing. Somehow, in the events that changed it all, I realized that the strange boy who wasn’t the “perfect guy” every girl wanted was the guy I liked. However, I'm not like them. I guess I'm not really a superficial person. For me, it was bizarre when I knew the majority of my life that Sky was the guy for me. Even though I know he has issues and he's rough around the edges, I know he's never had a girlfriend, so I have no idea how he'll act around me.

It's funny, really, that I would like a guy like him. Guys like him have never really been my type, or at least, I thought he wasn’t. Something about him just gets me, like I’m the same as him. It was like nothing could ever pull me away, not even those ‘high-society’ idiots. I think about him way too much. I shouldn't like him, I really shouldn't. He can get on people's nerves, and he's even ignorant to a large degree, but he knows that I’m still his friend. Clearly, my heart enjoys torturing me.

I can't tell anybody, not even my parents as they really don’t like him. They would think I'm going to run off with him or be a bad girl or something. It's not like that at all. I’ve liked him for a long time, and look at where I am now. I’m still in the same place I was when I was little. Now that I think about it, I’m somewhere in between liking him a lot and loving him. Love is overkill, liking is too generic. I hear girls telling each other that they’re all in love with those ‘types’ and I really wouldn’t like to be placed into that category, because half the time they claim to be in love, it’s either over-exaggerated or predictable. Like, they just walk up to the boy, say "I love you" and they kiss and get married, the usual, boring, cheesy stuff. This ‘idea’ is so toxic for teenagers nowadays, because they expect that the first guy/girl they wanna date will be the one they marry. These guys don’t even think about marriage when they’re my age. It’s not that they’re desperate or anything, but wouldn’t it be nice if they just want a friend for a while, then perhaps break up and maybe get another companion in a few years? Or months? Or weeks? Heck, even days.

Another thing about these scenarios is the parents. They're the ones who claim to know anything and everything about love, but they're usually wrong at the end (with a few exceptions). Nope. I don’t have that way of thinking, and I get angry at those who do. My parents are right about him (minus him being a bad boy). Matter of fact, they’re really clear about why, which is the reason I’m so devastated about this state of affairs, because my heart starts to beat like a drum whenever I’m close to him, even though I can tell he wouldn’t be your typical boyfriend type of guy. It would be like trying to mix mayo with peanut butter.

Sky isn't what you would call a "normal" type of individual, at least not to anyone else. He doesn't worry about most things or what people think of him. He doesn't even flock over to any girl (that I know of anyway). His grades are fairly decent, but not the best. Believe it or not, he's actually very smart, which may be the reason for me liking him so much. He loves baseball and hockey a lot, but he’s mostly playing video games with his own friends, or at least the ones that I’m familiar with to a degree. He really enjoys comic books, doesn’t really care about appearance, and has a very clever vocabulary but he's not a total nerd. The very thing that makes himself more unique is how smooth-talking he is. That was kinda how he got me to fall head over heels for him. I guess I am one of those girls, the ones who always talk about their boyfriend and how perfect they are. Who’s attracted to the way someone talks anyways? I guess I am. Just goes to show how nerdy I am, but I like to think of myself as book nerdy, where Sky is like a nerd-slash-tough-guy mix of some kind. He’s cocky, doesn’t follow the rules that he feels that hold him back, and he’s opinionated. But as for the teachers… it never really ends well for him. Whenever he makes a correction in class or something, he gets not only himself in trouble, but also the entire class. It’s just stupid, to be honest, but I never held it against him. Most of the time, give or take.

I’ve always considered Sky a friend, or at the very least a peer. That may be because I've always liked him. But that was the most difficult part about the idea, that I’ve never learned what I am to him. Am I just a friend? Am I unattractive to him? Or does he just have a girl that he’s seeing? It can’t be that because he doesn’t look away when I’m walking with him, nor does he try to avoid me. But I don’t wanna date someone who just tolerates me. I’m not even sure if I’m up to the task of dating him whatsoever. I like him and I’m so confused with what I should do about it. Should I ask? Should I just wait? No, seriously, what should I do? The days that I do end up talking to him are always the greatest, even if it’s only for a couple seconds. That sounds really dumb. Women are shallow half the time, but that usually goes as to say that they enjoy being praised and are easily seductive to the words of a man. He could say something completely random and I would be mesmerized by it!

I remember when we first met like it was yesterday. First day of school, I was doing whatever I could to make friends by prettying myself up. I wore my best clothes and put forth my best attitude. The second I saw him sitting at his desk, I thought I was looking at someone from another world. I thought that he was adorable when I laid my eyes on him. Half the boys in my class were attractive, but he had the blue and greens eyes to bring out the adorableness. I was seated in front of his desk, which was the biggest but most satisfying moment of my life. Just then, I felt a wet droplet on my head. I lifted my hand to where I had felt it hit me, and pulled something out of my hair. I inspected it to see what it was, and it was a wet, tiny crumpled up piece of paper. It was a spitball. I was annoyed and disgusted when it happened. I remember that cute little smile on his face and as I looked at him, I smiled because at that moment, he acknowledged my existence. Sky the Dingle (as I used to call him) had noticed me. But I would call that a bad thing, because the feelings that I was beginning to have for him were starting to spiral out of control, and they all depended on how he treated me throughout my life. I didn’t want to date someone who would treat me like garbage. Despite his flaws, I never stopped caring about him.

During my free time, I try to look for him. It was one of the many times that I would get a chance to speak to him. As always, he would make up some sort of excuse to leave me with his friends for a few minute because they didn’t have a clue. They really enjoy his company (Then again, they’re just like him, so that technically makes them friends/acquaintances and they’re not really disgusted with him). They just don't get him. Yet, I sit beside him while he’s reading a comic with that same smirk he carries on his face. The smirk always meant he was up to no good. He looks up.

"Hey, Sky," I said. I’m already beyond the idea of blushing around him because we’ve known each other for so long that I don’t even feel awkward being near him anymore.

"Vapor," he said as he looked at me with a nod. He said almost everything in a subtle type of speaking. It was like listening to a fortune teller when he spills these types of scenarios. I’ve been around him when he snapped and quickly made a comeback to someone, but I have yet to see him get angry. Sometimes, I wonder to myself if it’s even possible to rile him up, or at the very least give him the worst insult of all. I even wonder if he can feel anything else but excitement. The silence was getting a little creepy, so I asked,

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing much. I just found out something interesting. Have you read Power Ponies before?" That smirk came back.

"I've read a few." I try my best to speak as solemn as I could. I feel like he'll view me as a weirdo and stop talking to me if I speak any other way.

“That’s cool,” he replies, looking back to his book. “I’ve read a bunch of them because I always thought they were good, but I’m finding this one to not be as good. In fact, the current timeline isn’t really as good as the old timeline."

That was something I never knew. "Is that so? How good is the old timeline?" If there's one thing that he always has, it's his way of remembering things to the tiniest detail.

"Well, I'm reading one of his books with the notes in the back. It said that it was changed because the social justice warriors thought it was too ‘degrading,’ and he only changed the costumes because the author had to.”

“That explains a few things, because the outfits aren’t as revealing as I remembered. Doesn't that just hinder the reason to read it to begin with?"

"Not to me. Quite the opposite, in fact," he replied as he stood up and closed his book. "Now I have more reasons to become a comic book artist myself. Then maybe I can form my ideas into a story that can far exceed anything that I’ve read, and should send the SJW’s into a frenzy." I cling to every word he says. I'll remember this conversation for days, for the simple reason of fighting for a cause.

"Wow, sounds like you have a lot of work ahead of you," I said, dropping the former side of me for a second because no wise words could come to me.

"Yep." He starts walking toward the library. I follow close behind.

"Where are you going?" I ask as he got out of his seat. He's going to the library, idiot. He just said that.

"Well, I need to look up a few things. I have to compare between the new and old timeline of Power Ponies and see if I can come with a story of my own to impress the writers ."

I’m aware that Zapper Nova is the author of Power Ponies, but I don’t know who the illustrator is, and I had no plans of looking for him by asking around.

"Well, I have to get back to lunch. I'll talk to you later." I turn around and begin to leave.

"See ya later." And with that, he's gone.

That's about as romantic as our conversations get. I don't think he's ever been into romance, let alone going on a date. Of course, I probably shouldn't be expecting too much from him, but I still had the tiniest hope that we would go out with each other. He's more of an acknowledgment of things. Like, if I wore something nice, he might say, "That looks nice," but that's about it. Nothing about how it looks on me. But it was still nice to hear… Although, it wouldn't hurt to hear some form of compliment from him.

I sighed, but not that dreamy sigh. It’s just a regular sigh, although it’s hard to discern whether it’s because he has a thing for me, or if he gets annoyed with me (which is less than likely). I really can't figure it out right now. I return to my friends and lunch ends all too quickly.