New student. Gothic Queen Bee. Jealousy and obliviousness. What are the odds of these two becoming friends? Almost zero. "And still, the moment she walked in, I knew. I knew there was something about her smile and her shyness, I knew my world would never be the same and from that moment on I needed her on my life in any way possible. How could I be so blind?" "Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" "She couldn't possibly feel the same way... right?" **i do not own any of the characters, pictures or songs used in this story**