A Tomboy's Love Attempt

"Love f*****g sucks," I said, after Jill and I finished her favorite movie The Notebook. I have watched this movie a million times and the results always turn up the same. Couple splits up, years later they meet back up and live happily ever after. It always makes me hate love. I used to not be this way. I had a boyfriend at one point, but he ended up cheating on me with one of my friends. Stupid bastard didn't have the decency to tell me to my face. He sent someone else to tell me. Who does that? They couldn't wait to let everyone know they were together, sucking each other's face off in the halls at school. "Love doesn't suck." she cries wiping away a nonexistent tear off her cheek. "It's a beautiful thing. Something everyone has to experience at least once in their lifetime. You just haven't met the right one yet." I sat there, crossing my arms across my chest. It was just my luck that I found the rotten one "Yeah sure." I stated, looking out the window. "Its just my luck I got the rotten one of the bunch." Jill's been dating this guy for about five months now and it's her first boyfriend at that. She believes she's found 'the one' and they're going to get married after she graduates. She just doesn't know yet, something's going to happen and they'll split up. I wouldn't wish that heartbreak on anyone though. The feeling of your heart being ripped out of your chest. "Don't be so negative." She rises out of her chair and walks to the kitchen. "It just goes to show it wasn't meant to be. You'll find the man for you when the time is right. He'll just come out of nowhere when you least expect it. Oh, like a prince charming." I rolled my eyes. Like that'll ever happen. There's no prince charming for this tomboy. It'll probably happen just like the kid I punched in first grade. Everyone went to recess, and I climbed on a teeter totter, waiting for someone to join me. This boy I liked came over and he shoved me off. They sent me home because he ended up with a b****y nose. It wasn't my fault. Being raised in a house with three older brothers it taught me to be tough. Ashton, Damion and Tristan were triplets, so they always picked me on at home. Mom didn't like it very much. As I got older, I would fight back with them. Sometimes mom would shake her head and ask where her little girl went. I really tried, but I just couldn't do the frilly dresses or the heels. Especially high-heels. Every time I tried walking in them I would stumble every three steps and then end up falling over. Surprised I didn't break any bones. Being a tomboy has just been my thing. Sure, I don't have manners. I sure as hell didn't dress like a girl. My hair is always in a baseball cap, but who cares. Now, Jill, on the other hand, is the daughter my mother never had. She has manors; she is girly and her hair is always fixed right. "Did you hear me?" She yells, bringing me back to reality. Being lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize she left the room. "Don't be so negative." I lean over the arm of the couch, looking in the direction her voice projected from. Of course, she's in the kitchen making herself something to eat. "No," she said, finishing up a second sandwich. "I said we need to put you on a blind date." Did she just say blind date? Is she crazy? Who would want to go on a date with a complete stranger. What if I were to get kidn*pped? "No," I raise from my chair and join her in the kitchen, taking the sandwich she just made. "I don't have a death wish." "Come on. It'll be fun." She claimed as she worked on another sandwich. "I could help Christian get a couple of guys, and I could dress you up. Then the dating would begin. You could find your prince charming." That's it. She's completely lost her mind. Those romance movies have fried her brain. "No." I take a bite of my sandwich, trying to ignore her. "How 'bout this then. Give me some time to work my magic and then you can decide?" Meaning when she's finished I have to do it whether I like it or not. She folds her hands together and pokes her lip out, displaying her infamous puppy dog eyes. I know if I don't give in now, she will keep pestering me about the blind dates until I say yes. I turn to look at her, and she's already looking at me. She was waiting for an answer. "Fine. You win." I put my hands up in the air like a mock surrender. As if on cue, she screams, causing me to cover my ears. I thought she was screaming for joy, but she she has done climbed up on the counter, pulling her legs up to her chest. "Kill it!" She screams, pointing at the tile floor. I follow to where her finger is pointing, only to find her biggest fears. A spider. "You can't kill a granddaddy long legs," I pick up the harmless spider and walk towards the back door. "Even though they are poisonous, they can't hurt you. Their fangs are too small for humans. Plus, if you kill one you get bad luck." "Okay, Einstein," She placed her legs back down on the floor, "Thanks for the lesson, but back to work." Work? If this is working, then I don't want to know what she actually calls work. "We have to figure out what we are going to start with first. Your hair or your clothes." She pulls my ball cap off, letting my long blond hair fall down my back. I snatch my hat out of her hands with a small chuckle escaping mouth. Jill is the type of person who loves to compete and loves a challenge. Right now she sees me as her challenge. I roll my eyes and let out an enormous sigh. "What is it?" She asks taking a bite of her sandwich. I put my head in my hands. She knows what's wrong, but she doesn't see it as a problem. "What did I just get myself in to," I raise my head and look up at her. She bursts out laughing, which only makes me laugh. "I have an idea." She says, taking off towards the living room. "Something to lift your spirits." Now she really has me curious. "What's that?" I ask, following right behind her. As I turn the corner to the living room, she's holding up two microphones in each hand and her sandwich is hanging out her of mouth. Automatically, I smile, taking the green microphone for myself. "What are we singing?" "You know what, I do not know." I laugh, taking my usual position in front of the tv. "You're the one that suggested it. How can you not know what we're going to sing?" She picks up a cd case and looks over the back of it. "What about Christina Aguilera, Mya, Lil Kim, and Pink?" She places the case back on the entertainment center and takes her spot beside me. "Lady Marmalade?" "Yeah." I smile while I ran in place, getting my game face on. "We haven't sung that one in a little while." "It's not a competition." She chuckles, popping her neck and fingers. We look at each other and burst into laughter. We take a few minutes to figure out who is singing which part, and with there being four singers, it was going to be a lot of singing. As the music starts, Jill is the one to start us off. We start getting off course a little, causing us to laugh. We haven't done this in so long. I turn and look at Jill and she has her serious face on. The longer the music went on, the louder we got. "More, more, more." A voice yelled from behind us. We jump and turn around to find Damion in the doorway, fist-pumping. I take the remote and turn down the tv. "Awe, come on, it was getting to the best part." "What do you want Damion?" I question, throwing a pillow at him. "Oh," he laughs, dodging the pillow. "Mom said it's time to come home. You can come back tomorrow. Unless Jill here wants to come over." He winks, which only ends with Jill doing the gagging gesture. Ever since, Jill started filling out and ditched her weird kid ways, I swear he has fallen for her. She had ditched all of her baggy clothes and filled her closet with tight fitting girly clothes. At first it scared me because I didn't want to lose my best friend to my brother, but come to find out she didn't like him at all. "Do you want to come over?" I ask, laying down the microphone on the table. "Hell yeah. It'll give me a chance to look in your closet." she giggles, and then turns towards Damion. "And as long as your i***t brother doesn't start hitting on me. I have a boyfriend." She sticks her nose up in the air and crosses her arms over her chest. "And I was really hoping we could hit it off this time." He snaps his finger in defeat. "Darn." "In your dreams." She lays down her microphone beside mine and starts grabbing a few things to take with her. All I could do was shake my head. They are always like this. I'm actually surprised that she doesn't break up with Christian to go out with Damion. I pray and hope that doesn't happen, but every time she comes over to my house she asks where Damion is. Jill finally finishes collecting a couple more things to take to my house because we really have nothing to watch over there at all. The only thing that's about halfway decent to watch are my brothers in a debate on the weirdest things. One day they were debating on who was more likely to survive a zombie apocalypse between the three of them, Jill, and myself. Damion said he could survive the whole thing, kill all the zombies and bring back the human population- with Jill by his side, of course, and she refused. Tristan said he would hide underground and that he would be the one to survive the whole thing, letting everyone else die. Ashton, the weird one of the bunch, who wants to get turned so he can kill everyone. All three of them would turn and look at me to debate on what I would do. They finally said I would t*****e them because I liked to see people in pain. Then that's when Jill and I would jump in on it. My brothers are fun to be around and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. "Are you coming?" Jill asks, bringing me out of my thoughts "Oh yeah," I said, running to the front door, closing it behind me.