My Imaginary Boyfriend

My Imaginary Boyfriend *The Making

My Imaginary Boyfriend.

Copyright © 2010 Kimberly Joy Villanueva.

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Here I am again, curled in a tight ball on my scrappy bed. Doing the same thing repeatedly, not being tired of it. If not reading, thinking about nothing in particular. It has always been like that for me, ever since I moved into this house.

Now all I have in mind are fictional characters. Well, they - that is all I have. No friends. Oh, scratch that. I have a few, who I can treat as friends. Not the social ones, though. I am not a geek, emo, punk, whatever. I'm just an ordinary, normal, average teenage girl. I'm not solitary; I just don't like being in a crowd.

Whenever I think about love, all I can think about are the stories in the books I've read. I have never been in a relationship before so I don't know what it really feels like to have a special someone. I remember my classmates talking about their boyfriends as if they are their universe, with their eyes twinkling. If there are happy girls, there are broken hearted too - of course. Life is unfair.

I think it feels good not being committed into a relationship..

No crying moments. There's always someone crying because of an ended relationship, or so I hear. Always. I mean it. And for me, crying is a sign of weakness. You should not waste your tears for nothing.

No mind bugging quarrels. Who wants to fight?

No partner to think about. You don't have to worry if he's a cheating jerk or not. Or whatever he's doing.

However, I do wonder what it feels like to have someone taking care of you, thinking about you. Someone who will understand you, listen to your bickering and to every word you say. Honestly, sweetly, and faithfully loving you.

A sound from my side snaps me out of my reverie.

"Puppy!" I exclaim.

He always jumps into my desk and makes my small room messy. Puppy is my kitten. Yeah, he is a cat. I know I should call him Kitty, but I do not want to.

I pick the hand mirror Puppy kicked. It's a good thing it didn't break. Waving a hand at him, I motion for him to go to the corner where he sleeps. I think he gets it because he goes there.

What can I say, Puppy and I understand each other perfectly.

I glance at the mirror and find that my brows are set into a deep frown. I take a deep breath and try to relax. Then I continue to examine my blue gray eyes, which shaped like an almond. I think they are my best features.

Sometimes, whenever I dream or daydream - in the night, I do not want to wake up, because it is so much better than reality. I always daydream - you can guess what - anything under the sun. Now, I want to think about a person, a guy in particular. That thought makes me smile. This is my first time to do something like this. What kind of seventeen year old will do what I have in mind?

Stretching on my bed, I take a deep breath and close my eyes slowly.

Because I love the fictional characters from the books, I make him look like them.

He has brown hair - like Adrian Ivashkov from Vampire Academy - that looks like it has been purposely style to appear a little unkempt. His skin is gold tan - like Jared Howe from The Host. He has prominent cheekbones, and cupid bow lips - like Patch from Hush, Hush - to die for. He is smiling - like Jace Wayland from The Mortal Instruments - so I see his almost perfect white teeth. He can be a commercial model for toothpaste! His eyes are soft blue - like Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games - that you will love to drown into.

I feel he is already a part of me; some kind of a magic connection, maybe. Well, I can have magic; it's my imagination. Nevertheless, I don't want to. I want to think it's really happening, a make-believe reality. Therefore, I have to think how he can enter my life now that he's alive - in my mind, I mean. I want to have a little drama before I actually meet him. What will I name him?

"Annalise!"

My eyes flutter open. I can hear Margarett's footsteps in the hallway.

I have to continue our relationship when I'm not busy. I'm excited to meet him. For now, I need to live my life. I have to keep moving forward.

Life is not about fairy tales and fantasies. It's all about truth and reality.