A Short Story [maybe continued]

"I've come to a conclusion."
"What is it?"
"Love doesn't exist. It's just a figment of our imagination. Since all humans are animals, and we're pretty smart, don't get me wrong, but humans need a word to disguise our natural animalistic lust for another person. We call it love. Love is just a guise, and the true meaning for it SHOULD be 'lust for another person based on the human need to reproduce and on looks too.'"

Well, that explained a lot. I was walking home with my friend Sam (short for Samantha) and she was being unusually quiet. I was just about to ask her what was on her mind until she started talking.

"Wow...that's deep, Sam." I said.

"I know, I've been thinking about it on and off for quite some time now. That and I couldn't find the right words to express myself, you know? Ugh, it's so annoying when that happens. I mean like, you know how you blank out when someone asks you a question and you know the right answer? SO ANNOYING! By the way did you hear..."

I tuned her out for the time being. She was back to normal now. I did briefly wonder why she brought love up, but I didn't ask her about it. Instead my mind was on what Sam said and how it was sort of true. People, since the beginning of time, had always had been attracted to other people based on physical beauty. I guess that explains why Sam has had more boyfriends than I have ever had.

Who could blame those boys though? Sam is beautiful, with her medium length brown hair that shimmers in the sun, her flawless face, her 5'5" stature, and her sparkly personality. She is in marching band as a color guard member, she has straight A's, the body of a dancer because she dances, and she is a fantastic cook. Oh, and did I mention that she has the grace of a dancer when she dances, but she has the grace of an elephant in a porcelain store when she's not dancing? She has an amazing ability to trip over anything, from air to flat surfaces. And that makes her totally adorable so everybody loves her. 

As for me? I guess you could say we are sort of opposites. I am not pretty, not even close to attractive. I have medium length dark brown hair with no shimmering, just your plain, typical Chinese hair, a plague of acne, my 5'2 height, and my sparkly-as-a-rusted-nail personality. I'm also in marching band with Sam, but I'm not graceful enough to do anything color guard or dance related. I usually have straight B's, but I got lucky this semester and pulled off almost straight A's with the exception of one B- in an AP class. I don't have the body of a dancer, since I don't and can't dance, but I have the body of...an elephant. No, I'm just kidding. I have the body type of a..healthy person, I guess. I can't cook to save my life and that is one of my weaknesses. The only thing I have going for me is that I have a sense of humor and I'm a girl. That's about it...

I think you can see the large division between Sam and I. She's more feminine than I am, and we're both girls. Funny how that works out. 

"HELLO? ANYONE IN THERE? EARTH TO KIMMI!" I looked up, startled from my thoughts.
"Huh? What?"

"Did you hear a word I was saying?" Sam asked me, looking sort of mad.

"Uhmm, you were talking about how the definition of love should be changed...then you went off tangent and started talking about brain farts?" I hoped this would suffice for not paying attention to whatever she was saying.

It didn't. "UGHH, NO, THAT'S NOT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. I was asking you if you saw that new pen at the store yesterday! You know that super cool one I was telling you about? The one that can write underwater, in space, and it can stand super hot temperatures and it is virtually indestructible and it comes with its own GPS and tracking system? Oh! And the best part about this pen is that it can NEVER RUN OUT OF INK!" She looked excited about this pointless pen. Who needs a pen to write in space unless you're going to become an astronaut? I didn't want to point this out to Sam, she'd get mad, so I let her ramble aimlessly on. And you wonder why I tune her out sometimes, huh?

Anyways, we got to Sam's house to drop her off and said goodbye to each other. I continued walking home. While I was walking I decided that some music would be nice. I took out my iPod and put my ear buds in.  

Hmm...what song would be good to listen to right now? I decided on "Wake Up Call" by Maroon 5.

"Wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed. 

Don't you care about me anymore? 

Don't you care about me, I don't think so! 

Six foot tall came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead,

He won't come around here any more. 

Come around here, I don't think so!" 

 Maybe if I wasn't so focused on the music, I would've seen the car that had been following me from Sam's house...