I knew I loved you...did you? - Alona Basque (best contemporary novels .TXT) 📗

I Knew I Loved You…Did You?


By
Alona Basque

I Knew I Loved You…Did You?
Copyright © 2011 Alona Basque
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-9877825-0-2


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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.





This story is dedicated to all of those who fell in love with their best friend…unintentionally. I hope your ending is a happy one.

Chapter 1: Amy Richardson

There I was, walking down the high school corridor carrying my heavy backpack and some books in my hands. With my eyes on the floor, I headed towards my locker.
Suddenly, someone slams into me making me drop my books. That someone was clad in a cheerleader outfit. She looked at me with disgust in her eyes while saying, "Watch it freak!"
"Um, I'm Sorry, here let me help you out" I said as I was reaching for her stuff that were dropped on the floor.
When I looked up, she had a sneer on her face, her head held high like I'm beneath her notice. You see, I'm the outcast, being the new kid in high school - very plain hazel eyes with glasses, big light brown frizzy hair and not-too-smooth pasty skin (thanks to puberty) in comparison to the life-size Barbie in front of me.
As I was bending over to help her, she suddenly shrieks, "Eww, don't place a single unpopular paw on my stuff!"
I looked at her with hurt in my eyes while replying "Oh, okay sorry"
As I was turning away from Miss-Stuck-up-cheerleader, I almost toppled over as someone else bumped into me. Boy this is not a good first day so far! I thought before having a face plant towards the floor.
I was expecting the impact to come, but it never came. Instead, an arm grabbed me by my waist to save me from falling. As soon as I was able to get my balance back, I turned around but the arm wrapped around me never let go from their grasp.
This ended in me face-to-face with the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. They sparkle like emeralds surrounded by thick eyelashes. I was taken aback by their intensity.
"Are you alright?" he asked. I shook my head trying to clear it from getting mesmerized.
"I, um, yeah I'm fine thank you" was all I could manage to let out from my lips.
Speaking of lips, his were starting to curve into a half-smile like he knows something I don't know which made me blush considerably.
"Um, you still have your arm around me." I said as another blush forms on my face breaking the eye contact.
"Ahem, yeah sorry" he fake coughed as he lets go of me.
"Hi, I'm Adrian" he says while sticking out his hand to me.
"I'm Amelia. My friends call me Amy" I replied taking his hand in mine.
As our hands made contact I felt a tingling sensation coursed through me. Looking up, I saw in his face surprise as well like he felt the same thing. Now, looking at him from a non-intimate distance he is actually very handsome. He has brown tousled hair, a chiselled face, and those emerald green eyes staring right down my soul. I felt another blush as I felt like the only person in the world with this person...
RING! RING!
"Hello?" I answered as it took me out of my flashback recap.
"Hey, Amy how's it going?" my mom said on the other line
"I'm fine mom, how's it going?"
"Well just wondering if you are stopping by the house before attending the reunion tonight? Your dad and I miss you!" she whined
"Oh course! I was already on my way there actually" I said with an eye roll due to my mother’s melodramatic ways.
"You're not driving right now, are you? Coz, that's very dangerous" my mom inquired. I rolled my eyes again this time out of her overprotectiveness.
"Yes, I'm driving but don't worry I got you on Bluetooth." Jeez, my mom is such a worrier.
"Oh, okay. Well, we'll see you when you get here then!" she chirped happily
"Yup, see you soon mom!" I said as I disconnected the call.
Hmm, I wonder what the reunion would be like. I haven't been back to this town in almost 5 years but it feels like those high school memories just happened yesterday. I look totally different now, maybe no one will even recognize me, I thought.
Not only am I not wearing glasses - thanks to my recent eye surgery - but my skin is also not as pasty and also my face is no longer full of embarrassing zits, blackheads, etc.(thank god, I'm done with puberty-for good). I also developed a not-so-skinny curvy-in-the-right places body.
You're probably thinking I'm conceited but who can blame me?! I was an ugly duckling and well these are my thoughts so I think I'm allowed to be proud of my accomplishments.
Oh, where are my manners, My name is Amelia Kahlan Richardson, I'm 21, Single-just got out of a long term relationship- I was actually even engaged to the guy. But I found myself falling out of love with HIM which is not a good thing. So, after being engaged for 1 year I broke things off which turns out the feelings were mutual; tsk, tsk.
I know what you're thinking I'm devoid of emotions, Wrong!! I'm actually am a hopeless romantic. I still love my ex; don't get me wrong, it's just that I'm not in Love with HIM.
This is a very BIG deal for me.
Anyways, I got the idea of falling truly, madly, deeply, stupidly in love with another person from guess who? My Parents. Even now that they have been together for almost 50 years they still sometimes act like they're teenagers who only met and fell in love with each other yesterday.
I sometimes wonder why I only have one other sibling if they are always at it. Eww, Okay, stop right there brain, we are so not going there! They're my parents for Pete's sake.
Back to the topic, I believe that there is a Mr. Right somewhere but ask yourself this, why do women stop looking when they find Mr. Right-Now? I guess it has something to do with convenience? And the fact that we are too scared of getting hurt? Or we get too tired of looking or waiting for the knight-in-shining armour to come to our rescue? I realized at some point after high school then college that LOVE is very complex.
I have been in phases of puppy loves, infatuations, crushes, being in Lust, flings, and of course at one point or another being in LOVE. None of these really matter at some point because I stopped using my heart in deciding in the love life department and instead I used my brain.
Thinking back now, I think that is the reason why I accepted Rob's marriage proposal.
Oh, yeah, you're probably wondering what spur the earlier flashback. While I was driving on my way to my parents' house I was singing along to Katy Perry's song Teenage Dream
I sighed, while reminiscing to be honest I actually didn't get to live the "teenage dream" back in high school. Don't get me wrong, I was able to find friends even best friends - Alex and Caitlin.
Caitlin was my neighbour, as soon as my family moved next door her parents and mine became friends and so did me and Cate. We were totally opposite each other me with the brunette hair and hazel eyes, skinny body. Cate was with blonde hair and blue eyes and a body to go with it. I don't even know how we became best friends to begin with. Maybe it's because we were neighbours? No, that wasn't it, it's because as Cate likes to put, I have an 'I call them as I see them' attitude.
She and I hate fake people-AKA plastic-that's what we call them. She was popular but she didn't like hanging with the popular crowd as she finds them very fake because they only accept her for her looks. For the longest time Cate was in love with my older brother Matt who is 1 year older than us. But eventually Cate got over him or so she tells me... it turns out it wasn't love that Cate felt it was just lust. No matter, they didn't hook up which would have been very awkward if they got together as one is related to me by blood and the other one is almost family as well.
Back in high school Matt was your typical popular jock/jerk overall player. Nonetheless, he was still a sweet, kind and overprotective older brother to me. He's about 6'2" making me feel so short in my 5'7" height. Not that many people know we're related until people see us together. Matt inherited our dad's dirty blonde hair and grey-green eyes. And I got my looks from our mom. As you can imagine, all of the girls would drool over him even my own best friend. Eck! To me, he's just my brother.
His best friend is Alex who turned out to be my best friend as well. Just like me and Cate, Matt and Alex are totally opposite each other. Alex is almost the same height as Matt but with black spiked hair with grey eyes. He and Matt were tagged as HG1 and HG2-Hot God 1and2- which as I mentioned earlier I find that they just look pretty normal to me!
Cate, Alex, and I all attended the same University in Seattle- well; Alex switched schools after a year and a half. I still don't know the reason for that. Different majors of course, Cate with Interior Design, Alex into the culinary world, and me with Business Management. At the time we all shared the same house while in College. Matt was the only one who didn't go with us - he went to University Of Calgary with his football scholarship while taking English as his major. Oh, as a hobby I do photography. I own a studio in Seattle which is where I live now-which is far, far away from Vancouver, British Columbia - 45 minutes away where my parents live - as you, can tell I'm exaggerating coz Seattle is only about a 2 hour drive.
Oh, look at that! A Tim Horton’s food chain! I should get some coffee, maybe even a doughnut? Yum! Well, looks like the drive thru is too long of a wait, I guess I can always go in the store, maybe it’s quicker.
As I go in through the glass doors of the store, I got a strong whiff of freshly brewed coffee in the air. Hmm, this is heaven! As predicted, there was only one person ahead of me. Nice.
What should I get? Duh. Coffee I guess this leaves me with the rest. Triple chocolate donut? Chocolate Glazed Donut? Double chocolate chip Muffin? Boston Crème? A Long John perhaps? Timbits? A cookie? So many choices. Ah, it's my turn to order.
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