I wrote a story one day.
There was a boy and a girl. He was gorgeous, of course. He was gorgeous and arrogant and cruel and absolutely perfect. She was plain, unassuming. They were strangers who became friends with a quick shot of cliché. They went through obstacles and trials set to destroy their friendship, but the bond only grew to love. When the line between lovers and friends was crossed, there was a final test of courage and determination. Then there was the happily ever after.
I had wanted to write a story about us, but that would not have been exciting at all. The male lead would be as plain and unassuming as the girl. There w