False Love

Hello! Welcome to False Love. This is a story I’ve made in the past on Wattpad. I am copying and pasting it to this app from my profile. Please enjoy.

DISCLAIMER:

I suck at writing. I have never been good at it. I don’t claim to be good. I just want to share this with whoever dares to read it.

My books will not be edited. I say that I’ll edit them in the future, but everyone already knows that I won’t. I’m sorry.

I do not own anything in this book except for the plot/story. The rest of it (ex: songs, pictures, etc.) is not mine.

WARNINGS:

This story contains

-Some slightly sexual scenes

-Lots of making out/ kissing

-Some suicidal or depressing thoughts

-Some mature themes that may be triggering to some viewers (such as rape, drinking, etc.)

DEDICATIONS:

Everyone who has attempted to read this mess. :)

Please do NOT steal what is not yours. This book is a product of my terrible imagination. Respect that.

Living was hard. Loving was harder. The hardest was learning to live with the fact that you loved someone.

The mere thought of love sent chills down my spine and not in a good way. Ever since I was a little boy, all I wanted was to stay the hell away from love. Love was a disease, a curse. I could not be diagnosed with "love". It was inevitable, but the least I could do was try.

Learning you loved someone was crazy. I've never experienced it, but stories from my gram and gramps swam through my head. Gram used to talk about how magical and wonderful love was. I never believed her. She had to be lying, because I never, not even for a second, wanted a woman who loved me as much as I loved her.

Loving someone was bound to happen though. I was just trying to delay the unavoidable. I didn't want to love. Being someone's for the rest of your life didn't sound appetizing at all.

My parents, Vivian and Howard Reinhardt, were total love geeks. They were high school sweethearts who jumped at the thought of being with one another. I called bullshit. They were absolutely full of it.

Love is nothing but heartbreak and misery. It burns a hole through your heart that no one can fix, because somewhere deep down, you know that you’ll always love that person with everything in you.

My mother, Vivian, had brown hair, green eyes, and the sweetest smile anyone could muster up. She was extremely compassionate, and since she was very caring, she decided to pursue a career in nursing.

My father, Howard Reinhardt, had brown hair and brown eyes. He had a pointy nose that made him look three years older. He was your average dad, reads the news paper every Sunday, graduated with a doctoral degree in psychology, and was now a psychologist who worked at the University of West Virginia. We lived thirty minutes away from there.

My sister, Valerie, adopted her looks from our mother. She had brown hair and green eyes. Her nose was tiny and rounded, almost like a button. The rest of her face looked like our father. Valerie was a fifteen year old love fanatic. She was obsessed with having a new boyfriend every day.

Her favorite holiday was Valentine's Day. Hearts were strewn across her hoarder's room. Her pink and green clothes were all over a velvet couch in the corner. You couldn't even see the floor of her bedroom. There might've been a couple mice that reserved space in there too.

Then that left me, William Reinhardt. I'm just your average hormonal eighteen year old teenager. I wouldn’t say that I’m scrawny, but I’m lean. I have a limited amount of muscles, and it shows. My skin was a pale milky white and my hair was murky brown. My eyes were the strangest part. I didn't inherit them from my parents. They just appeared bright as ever, blue, like the color of the sky, but brighter, more vibrant. It was on the brink of electric blue, I would say.

I have quite a few pets. I had a pet goldfish, Steve, who was neighbors with a tank of turtles, all four of them named after the renaissance artists, courtesy of the Ninja Turtles. My one true love was my plant cactus, Juanita. She was the love of my life. At least she would never break my heart. She might make me bleed a bit, but that’s just because she’s trying to make me stronger.

School was slightly below average for me. Teachers sucked and were all up in our butts. The kids were hoeing around with literally everyone. At least they didn't develop feelings for each other. If they did, it would be a nightmare. Example: Sydney would screw around with Ted when she would be dating Nate. Sydney would have yet to get a mark, but poor Nate would already have a mark. One can only guess it would be for Sydney.

Soccer was my one true love, next to Juanita. The sad thing was that I would be graduating this year. I actually didn't plan to go to college for soccer. I wanted to be a child psychologist, and I wanted to help kids who had a troubled past or something in that genre. It was either that or be Tiktok famous, and let's be honest, that's not up my alley.

The first day of the second semester was coming up, and let me tell you, I don't want to go back. Everyone is humping each other in the hallways. I just glare in disgust. I have a couple friends, but over the Christmas break, I haven’t been as close with them.

"Will, could you come down for a minute?" My mother asked from the first floor of our crazy colored house. My parents said that they painted it while they were pregnant with me and madly in love. I always cringe when I hear the story. It’s just one of those things they constantly bring up. Not to mention that the word love never leaves her thoughts.

"Busy right now!" I screamed as I crammed my legs into the sweatpants. My hair was dripping from the quick morning shower I had just taken.

"It's an emergency, Will!" She shouted back.

I groaned, but none the less, I shuffled down the steps to see her stacking Halloween decorated throw pillows with pumpkins and spiders on them back into the "fluffy blanket closet with wonderful and beautiful seasonal throw pillows". Not my words, hers.

"What, mother?" I sighed while watching her sniff a fluffy white blanket that she thought might not be clean and threw it in a pile of what looked to be blankets that needed to have a good bath.

"Have you seen the Valentine's Day pillows?" She asked, obviously pissed at my attitude and the fact that she couldn't find the idiotic pillows.

"Mom," I sighed but continued, "It's like one and a half months before Valentine's Day. You'll be fine."

"How dare you? Who are you, and what have you done with my son? You will not be a disgrace to this family. You will behave and not say such things about the holiday that you were conceived on," she ranted, adding a bit too much information. She was embarrassing. There was no one here, but my face still turned a shake of pink.

"Oh, my Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Mom, TMI!" I screamed, covering my ears and rolling my eyes.

"I'm just saying," she smugly eyed me as I stalked away from her adventure of finding the throw pillows.

I ran back into my room to grab my wallet and keys, slipping on some Nike tennis shoes. My body couldn't get out of that house fast enough. By the time I was in the garage, my mom had moved on to finding the pink and red Christmas lights.

"Where are you going, Will?" She asked, distracted by the tangled strings of lights in the torn cardboard box that probably had spiders in it.

"Out," my simple answer came as I opened the car door.

"Okay. Have fun, honey."

I jumped in my car and zoomed so fast that even I could be a race car driver in Fast and Furious. I was headed to grab some coffee and breakfast for Valerie and I. She was still in bed. I like to call her the Morning Monster. She hated mornings and never woke up before 12 unless it was a school day.

My foot tapped along to my “vroom vroom” playlist when a Wallows song came on and started belting out parts of the lyrics, the parts I know at least. On the other parts I hummed along with it. A red light appeared, and I was forced to slow down to a stop.

Some chick in a white Honda Accord turned to me and gave me the strangest look I'd ever seen. She had blonde hair with streaks of gold, like her soul was made of gold. Her eyes were bright green and they were the windows to her heart. It sounds cheesy, I know, but believe me when I say that I could see exactly what she wanted. She wanted someone to notice her and treat her like the freaking goddess she was. She wanted to be handled by a real man. Sadly, that person wasn't me.

A honk snapped me out of my thoughts. The honk immediately put me in a bad mood. Not only did the imaginary clouds looming over my head get darker, but I had been staring at the spot she once had occupied. I pressed on the gas and cruised out of that green light all the way to Dee's Bakery. I swerved into the parking spot as the third song of the ride ended. Slipping out of the car, I saw Dee up at the front counter. She was tending to a customer. The bell rung as soon as I slightly pushed on the door. A cold blast of coffee infused air mixed with the smell of croissants smacked me in the face and carried my body to the counter.

"Hey, Dee. Long time no see," I walked up to the counter, eyeing the delicious looking pastries.

"My favorite customer. How are you, William?" She asked, giggling. Her blonde hair hung slightly past her shoulders and her dark lipstick was slightly smudged. She still looked flawless for a college dropout.

"I'm pretty good. I'll take two bagels, two muffins, and one caramel fappuccino with extra whip and caramel."

"Gotcha. That'll be fifteen oh eight," she smiled at me as I pulled out a twenty and handed it to her while she held out her perfectly manicured hand. Her nails were pained a matte black and her hands were soft.

"Keep the change Dee."

I returned the smile, and sat on one of the couches. There were a couple of students cramming in their studies all around me. I don’t understand how they can study in such a loud space. There were machines making noises and people on phones everywhere. Dee’s was a busy place in the mornings. I whipped out my phone and texted Valerie to wake her butt up.

Me: Wake the hell up, lazy head.

Val: I'm awake, stupid.

She texted back almost immediately. That’s unusual. She’s never awake this early. I wonder if she woke up and now can’t go back to sleep. That’s always been a problem with her.

Dee called out my name as I stood up and grabbed my food and drink, throwing a thanks over my shoulder. I was staring at my phone as I walked out of the store. I was almost out of the store when the golden chick from the stop light decided to crash into me. She would have fallen if it wasn't for my fast reflexes as my left arm, the one with my phone in it, swooped behind her back and prohibited her from hitting the ground. My other hand/arm carefully balanced my paper bag and drink in it.

"I'm so sorry," she squeaked and frantically tried to stand up right on her own.

"You're good," I chuckled as I helped her straighten herself.

She stared into my eyes for longer than fifteen seconds. It was like she was in a trance. I couldn't blame her, because my own eyes were locked with hers. Her eyes flickered down to my lips as they slowly sauntered their way up to my eyes again. She was practically asking to be kissed. I couldn't do it though. It wasn't the right time or place. Not to mention that she is a total stranger, and I’m resisting the urge to kiss her in front of tons of people.

"I uhhh- I'm William. You can call me will," I murmured, introducing myself while pocketing my phone and holding out my hand for her to shake. She gripped my hand in a hold and shook it up and down slowly. She looked as if she were still in the same trance.

"I'm Marigold. It's a pleasure to meet you, Will," she said as she finally focused on me and only me. My name had melted off of her tongue, and my thoughts wondered what else that tongue could do. I violently tried to get rid of the absurd thoughts. I must be one horny fuck.

"I should get going. I'll see you around," I said, walking out of the building into my car. I sped away while making sure my coffee was still intact. I better hurry, so I can feed our family pet, Valerie, also known as the devil or the Morning Monster. Either one fits her description.

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