Romance comes Bottled.

Prologue


In a city quite as mundane as this one might not suspect the most un-mundane things to happen. Things that most definitely were happening, and right under the nose of those not to suspect it. Emotions exchanged silently and tears fallen secretly, this was a city full to the brim with feeling. Though the stereotypical outside looked stereotypically like the coldest, saddest city you might ever encounter, the inside was uncharacteristically beautiful. Many, after reading this, may be allowed to disagree, and say that it was quite the opposite, but it is they, who are the coldest, and saddest people out there.

Lily lived in this city. She was much like everyone else, and like everyone else, today Lily was bored. There was nothing to do. On her computer all there was were instant messages and music. These wouldn\'t satiate her hunger for all the things she wished. She wanted real people, however there were only few who would live up to her standards of \"decent human beings\". This was regrettable admittedly, but it was how she was. Calculating and analytical. Of course this didn\'t catergorize her as un-loving or un-lovable, for both she was. However there were times when people could care less for her \"antics\". This behaviour which was faced towards her made her very un-trusting. and while she was un-a-lot-of-things, a lot of people couldn\'t see the things she was. But a lot is not all, and those who saw the things she was, were her friends. Complicated as it was, yet simple all the same, Lily relied on these friends as her only relationships.

Love was almost out of the question as she never found and was usually to desperate to concentrate on what lied in front of her. Since childhood, there had only been two that had loved her. Simultaneously at that. One had been a musical prodigy, not in skill, but recognition. He had never really loved her, It was simply an elementary fling. The other was an enemy in the beginning, but after time they grew close. Only to the point of friendship, however it was to her dismay and surprise to find out two years later that a love had been there and that it had been mutual. This was her only encounter with love, and as it had failed so cruely, she felt that love was probably not for her. This did not however, halter any future school-girl crushes to come.

Perhaps one of the reasons for her un-success in love, was her harsh insecurities with her body. She was overweight, though not overly, and to herself, quite dull. She didn\'t have excessive ance, though it was there. She was, after all, a quasi-normal teenager. Though only partially, the \"normal\" part was still there. Her face seemed always to be in a scowl. Even when she was happy. It wasn\'t an ugly scowl, but she often thought it made her seem as though she was pouting. She found her hands too chubby and her legs too tapered.She was short, but her personality made this seem normal. She liked her hands, but in her opinion they could do with a little less fat. As could the rest of her. She could be graceful if she concentrated, but for a bulk (heh pun) of the time she was rather clumsy. She, unlike so many teens before her, found her glasses to be a very characterising addition to her features.

But the one thing that was probably holding her back emotionally, was her chronic depression. Something a kin to bi-polar disorder, she would often find herself depressed at the mere push of a button, or more realistic - a simple sad or disconcerting thought. And not a lot brought on these thoughts either, and most of the time they weren\'t even the kind of thoughts others may see as sad. She imaging it was tragic jealousy. She didn\'t really understand her jealousy. She had nearly every thing she could want, and the fact that she couldn\'t have one thing, and that this made her depressed was in itself depressing. She was very unsatisfied with herself mentally and physically. So every chance she could she would drown herself in music.
What made her especially different from everyone else, could have been her sense of humor or thought patterns. It could have been her view on life. It could have been how her father had smoked marijuana when she was younger, who could possibly know? However she was different in her ways, just as all her friends were. Her friends were everything good in the world that she could possibly know. This probably made her seem clingy, she could never know. And as much as she loved these people she called friends, she preferred her own company most of the time.

However most of the time is very different that all of the time. Lily did have exceptions, just like every other exsisting thing. And that wonderful exception was her current love whomever they were, which at the moment was exceptionally wonderful. His name was Kyle and was in her opinion the most beautiful person in the world. To her there was no one better, however Ghandi held a close second, simply because he really was wonderful.

Kyle at a glance, she had to admit was nothing special. Although none of her crushes were. She never really fell in love at first sight. Or believed in it at that. But Kyle had a certain charisma. When Lily had met him she had vowed not to fall in love with him, but that never worked, and just under a year later she found herself unwittingly smitten. But she couldn\'t possibly have been blamed. He was the perfect man. He was sensitive and kind, but could be harsh when need be. He was as understanding as a man should be and to Lily this was important. He was a great deal taller than her and his features weren\'t the stereotypical \"chiseled good looks\" but round and caring.

There was only one thing between them. A pay stub. They were co-workers and she felt that if she took a chance and found rejection that work would become uncomfortable. All she could do was wait for him to make the first move. Plans like these almost never worked out. So she devised a plan to her success.