Not Yet Named.

Prologue


Me falling in “love” with a person could be compared to a shark eating a human being. It’s sitting there, just dangling in front of you. You shrug and say to yourself, “Might as well.” You put all this energy into it and all you get is a lousy leg and maybe a lost eyeball depending on the human being you are dealing with. But the feeling it gives you to eat that human being (if we are still speaking in shark terms) is so worth it and you can’t stop until you are eventually hunted and killed. Now speaking in me terms is I cannot get enough of the falling. I crave that crush. I wouldn’t call myself boy crazy at all. I am in fact a very picky human being. Therefore the men I tend to fall for don’t fall back. This has become a serious issue for me.

My name is Ruby McAllister and I am a hopeless romantic.

(Above is an insert from Ruby McAllister’s diary. (Yes she has a diary, there’s nothing wrong with that))

Ruby has dug herself a hole of depression and thrown herself into it. The girl has fallen for a boy who doesn’t even glance back at her. She can’t understand what has happened. She smiles every single time she orders her drink and he always smiles back. She thought it was something special they shared. Turns out he smiles at everyone and not only that but he often gives other people extra flavor in their drinks for free. He’s simply a nice guy, not a guy that likes her.

It all started with childhood. It isn’t often that a person grows up with parents that are absolutely in love with each other. This is a terrible environment to rear a child in. The child grows up thinking it’s normal to find someone you genuinely want to spend the rest of your life with. Not only that but she watched Disney princess movies like it kept her lungs from collapsing, almost as if it were her oxygen.

As Ruby grew she didn’t know how to do things normally. She had no older siblings to teach her the ropes of crushes. And her parents, well they were no help at all. They were one of those unreal couples that saw each other and just clicked. They were puzzle pieces that were lost all their life until they found on another and fit. They were the cliché “my life didn’t start until I met you”. In other words, if you believe in it or not, soul mates. The advice they gave her was this, “You’ll find him and you’ll know.”

The problem with this is that that’s not how things work for most of the human population, but she didn’t know, how could she know?