((This was also based off another 50s song I heard. Which I'll add above for you to listen to. Anyway, my birthday is nearly a month anyway!

Summary: After my boyfriend breaks up with me, I realize that I've been in love with my best friend Marv the entire time

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Everything started out well. My life was quite basically perfect. I had a loving boyfriend. A best friend. Perfect life at school. At this point I believed that nothing could ruin this paradise of a life. That was until my boyfriend discovered my secret friendship with Marv. That was the moment everything went downhill. Or so I thought. It all started when I was at the local supermarket with Marv. We were picking out snacks to eat for a movie I had just rented from the local Blockbuster. I originally planned on going on a date with my boyfriend, since he offered. But I made up the lie that my parents wouldn't let me out so late just so I could spend some time with Marv. And that was my first mistake. I didn't know that he knew about it until he brought it up at school the following week. Just before we were leaving school to go home.

I was in a pretty good mood. Till it was all ruined in a single moment. "Modesta." He grabbed my arm. I knew something was wrong when he called me by my name and not some kind of a pet name. "Uhmm, yeah?" I stopped and let the wave of students brush past us, "I think you might have some explaining to do." He crossed his arms, "I don't get it, what are you talking about?" I laughed nervously. He sighed before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a polaroid photo. "Didn't you tell me that your parents wouldn't let you out late last Friday?" He held the piece of paper against his chest, "Y-Yeah?" I started to overthink badly. "Don't lie to me." He snarled, "B-Babe? What are you-" He shoved the photo in my face before I could finish my sentence. I looked at it and immediately knew I messed up. The picture was taken when I was at the supermarket last Friday with Marv. The smile on my face was bigger than it usually is when I'm with my boyfriend. The way we were standing so close together. And most importantly. The way Marv was looking at me. "You lied so you could cheat on me? I thought you were loyal." His voice cracked, "But baby, he's just a friend." I followed behind him as I spoke, "So you'd rather hangout with your best friend than your own boyfriend?" He stopped at his car, "It's not like that." I begged, "I don't care. Find another way home, we're done." He was already in his car driving off before another word could leave my mouth. That's when the tears showed up. The mascara I put on this morning started smearing down my face and creating black marks down my cheeks. The paper hung loosely in my grasp. Then the rain came pouring down. The bus had already left. I had to walk home in the rain right after my boyfriend broke up with me. Life is great. Just great.

As I was crying while walking in the rain. The rain stopped pouring down on my head and there was a shadow above me. I turned around to see Marv holding an umbrella above both of our heads. "Hey." He smiled down at me, but I didn't bother to say anything. I just looked ahead out into the pouring rain. "Modesta?" He called my name. No response. I knew that he knew I was crying due to my mascara smeared on my face. "Have you been crying?" Marv asked me. My immediate response was to wipe away my tears and ruined makeup with the sleeve of my jacket. "Hey, what's wrong? You can tell me. We're best friends." His hand rested on my shoulder. I wanted to tell him so badly. But it was almost like the words were stuck deep into my throat. My tears prevented me from producing even a single sound. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship by closing him out. Then I would lose another one of my sources of happiness. I couldn't bear having Marv see me like this. So I knew I had to rush home before my crying became even worse. Once I reached the front lawn of my house, Marv stayed behind. The rain started soaking my hair and clothes once again. I didn't care. I went straight back to my room without saying a single word to anyone. When Mom went to my room to tell me to come downstairs for dinner is when she first found out the whole situation with my boyfriend.

A knock sounded at my bedroom door. I was bundled up in blankets. My pillow was soaked with my tears. And I had a massive headache. "Modesta, honey?" She called out, but I didn't answer her. "Sweetheart, can I come in?" The door slowly creaked open and she stepped inside. Once she saw my depressed face, she immediately closed my bedroom door and rushed over to me. "Oh my God, is everything okay?" She sat at the edge of my bed just as I sat up to look at her, "Not really." My voice sounded raspy from all the crying, "What happened? That is if you feel comfortable enough to tell me." She laid her hand on my leg, "I guess I could tell you. It hurts me to not tell anyone." I muttered out. Mom seemed genuinely concerned for me. I almost felt happy that someone in this family cared enough to actually ask me what was bothering me. Nobody ever did. My parents were always distracted by all my other 15 siblings. I was always the sibling to be forgotten about. I wasn't sure if it was because I was the oldest or not. "You know my boyfriend?" I asked, "Oh, him? He's such a sweetheart." Her words broke my heart. And I knew it would break her heart as well once she heard the terrible news. "He, uhm- broke up with me." My eyes became teary at the very thought, "Oh my-" Mom was quick to hug me once I burst into tears. I cried into her shoulder until my head started hurting even more. It almost felt as if someone had shot me in the head. "Why? I always thought he loved you so much." She backed up to look at me, "He thought I was cheating on him with my best friend." I said, "Oh but you'd never do such a thing." She grabbed my face and placed a small kiss on my forehead. I just glanced down at my lap while all the memories of him started flooding my mind. But suddenly they were replaced by memories and thoughts of Marv. I wasn't sure why I suddenly started thinking about him. "I'll tell your father that you're sick. You can stay in bed." She gave me a small hug before getting up and leaving. But once that door closed. I started thinking about Marv again. I almost found myself smiling at the thought of him. He was always so clumsy and stupid. And it was funny whenever he'd get into an argument with his friend Harry, knowing he was most likely going to lose that argument. I almost wondered if I should try to find both of them. Maybe hanging out with them will help me forget about my now ex-boyfriend. Then again I knew Marv was going to question me because of this afternoon.

The next morning I decided to skip school to get my mind off things. I talked with Mom about it and she seemed perfectly fine with it. But I'd have to explain it to Dad once he gets home from work. A quick walk would probably get my mind off things. Maybe I could even try to find Marv. I stepped outside and watched as the bus with most of my siblings drove off and disappeared onto another street. It was almost satisfying seeing the bus leave without me. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the familiar plumbing van parked in a nearby house's driveway. After hours a smile finally appeared on my face. I quickly rushed over just as Harry and Marv emerged from the back door of the house. "Hey guys." I called out, "Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Harry asked, "Eh, wasn't in the mood." I shrugged my shoulders. My eyes glanced over to Marv to see that he had the same concerned look from the other day. "Well, we just finished robbing this house. We planned on grabbing some breakfast afterwards. Wanna come?" Harry spoke while throwing things into the back of the van, "Sure. Haven't ate breakfast myself anyway." I climbed into the middle seat of the van. Soon joined by Marv in the passenger seat while Harry sat in the driver's seat. Marv has been awfully quiet ever since I first showed up. And I knew it was because of yesterday. I needed to find the right time to tell him. "Okay Marv, what do you wanna eat?" Harry asked, "I was thinking about McDonald's." Marv shrugged, "Are you kidding me? We got that last time. Why not Bojangles?" Harry stopped at a stop sign and turned towards Marv, "Ughhh, I hate Bojangles." Marv crossed his arms and made a pouting face. A large smile broke out onto my face while I was trying my hardest not to start laughing. "You're so picky." Harry mumbled, "Well, it's not my fault McDonald's serves the best breakfast." Marv responded, "They don't." Harry answered, "What!? Are you kidding me!? Have you even tried Bojangles? I would rather die than eat a single thing at Bojangles." Marv ranted, "Stop being overdramatic. We're getting Bojangles whether you like it or not." I could tell that Harry was becoming agitated by the sound of his voice. "Then I don't want anything from there." Marv said, "Then starve." Harry responded. My laughter couldn't be contained anymore. It was just so hilarious seeing two middle aged men arguing over the smallest thing. Both Harry and Marv stared at me while I burst out laughing. I noticed a slight smile on Marv's face once I started acting more happy.

I was sitting in the dining area of Bojangles when my thoughts started to consume me. All of them were about Marv instead of the horrible thing that happened to me just yesterday. His blue eyes. His beautiful curly hair. The way he acts. His personality. His smile. The way he treats me. I stopped. Oh my God... I was in love with Marv this entire time and I never even realized it. I could've been with Marv this entire time instead of getting my heart broken by my ex-boyfriend. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the two robbers arguing once again. I hopped out of my seat and followed them outside and back into the van. "I have to use the bathroom real quick." Harry set the food down in the driver seat before rushing back inside. Leaving both me and Marv alone. "So, uhm." Marv drank some of his orange juice, "Yeah?" I asked him, "What was that about yesterday? You were crying but now you're all happy. I'm so confused." He glanced down at me as he spoke, "Well-" I cleared my throat, "Y'know my boyfriend?" I sipped some of my orange juice, "Not that idiot..." He mumbled. I laughed lightly at his response. "If it makes you happy. He broke up with me." I answered, "Wow, oh, nice- I mean, but you're probably sad and I'm gonna make you feel bad." Marv mumbled and stared out the window. "No. Don't feel bad. He was a douchebag anyway." I gently laid my hand on his shoulder. Marv slowly looked at me with his usual smile on his face. "Oh thank God." He sighed in relief, causing me to giggle lightly. Soon Harry came back, so we had to stop our conversation early.

Later that day Marv snuck into my bedroom. That was when I knew I had to confess my feelings. It's now or never. The atmosphere between us was awkward. We were both sitting next to each other in silence. "So." I glanced up at him. Marv's hand was shaking on his leg. He must be nervous just like me. "Yeah?" He looked down at me, "There's something I need to tell you." I responded. I could feel my heart beating faster than normal. Everything led to this very moment. My boyfriend breaking up with me. Hanging out with Marv almost the very same day. It was a sign. I knew that I had to take this opportunity. "I know I've been distracted by my ex-boyfriend and everything," I started, "But it blocked out the truth." I continued. Marv seemed more interested once I said that. "What do you mean by that?" He asked me, "If he broke up with me. Maybe that means that we're supposed to be together instead. Maybe you could be my soulmate." My eyes never left his, "Do you really feel that way?" He seemed less tense now, "I'm positive." I slowly reached for his hand that was resting on his thigh. "I always felt the same. But I believed we would never be more than friends because of your boyfriend. I always thought you saw me just as a friend." He answered, "I have too. But this has made me realize that I've always loved you instead of my ex-boyfriend." I held tightly onto his hand as I spoke, "I don't know what to say. I feel so happy right now." Marv suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace. I smiled and buried my face into his chest. It happened today. The day I confessed my feelings for Marv. The feelings I never even knew I had.