My Boyfriend's Best Friend-My Beautiful Tragedy's Challenge

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Kelli Cross transforms herself, and as she finds who she truly is, she realizes she no longer loves her comfortable, safe boyfriend Ross. Instead, she wants his wild best friend Matt. She sick of Ross's dependability and predictability, and Matt is just what she needs. But when they go too far, can Kelli make the right choice?
**For My Beautiful Tragedy's challenge!!**

Submitted: June 24, 2009

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Submitted: June 24, 2009

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I am a horrible person. No really, I know you hear people saying that all the time, but it's true about me. Why am I a horrible person, you ask? Oh, no big reason, besides the fact that I cheated on my boyfriend with his best friend. Yeah, no big deal right? Ha. Wrong. So completely wrong, my friend. See, Ross Marks and I have been going out for four years. From the first week of freshman year in high school until now, the last month of senior year. Yeah, I know you're probably wondering how I could have cheated on him after four years together. I can't really give you a reason other than boredom. Being with Ross just became boring.

He took me out on dates and called me whenever he said he would and was always there when I needed him, and it got old. I just got sick and tired of being in a comfortable, safe, secure relationship. I was tired of going out to Outback Steakhouse every Wednesday night and ordering the same steak with the same sides and soda. I was tired of constantly putting up a show for everyone at school and our parents. I wasn't the shy, introverted Kelli Cross everyone thought I was. I just never had to opportunity to show my real self to everyone. I was constantly hiding the true me, molding myself into the person my parents and boyfriend expected me to be. So I stopped.

I broke out of my shell. I stopped wearing skirts and blouses and patent leather shoes. I started wearing jeans with holes in the knees and thighs and shirts from thrift stores advertising old bars and diners. I wore Converse and clunky boots, the kind you would see the people in Hot Topic wearing. And they were so comfortable! I broke all of my classical CDs in half and started searching on YouTube, and discovered The Scene Aesthetic, Backseat Goodbye, and Danger Radio. And then, a week later, I discovered Matt Donahue. Sure, I'd noticed him before. After all, he was Ross's best friend. They'd known each other since the third grade, and when I started dating Ross, it was only natural for me to become part of their group. Matt always seemed to ignore me though. At first I thought it was because he was nervous around girls, but when I saw him at the mall with a girl on each hip, I knew it was something else. Until a few weeks ago, I didn't know why he'd always ignored me.

Anyways, one day I'd been at the mall, looking through the music store, and someone called my name. I ignored the voice, knowing that the person probably wasn't calling me. After all, Kelli was a common name, and if I looked up, I'd realize the person wasn't talking to me at all and I'd end up feeling like a humongous idiot. Again, I heard my name called, but I paid it no mind. A moment later, I heard my name once again, and a hand gently came upon my shoulder. Jumping, I squeaked and turned around, greeted by warm, amused liquid brown eyes.

"Didn't you hear me calling you, pip squeak?" Matt Donahue asked me, sticking one hand in the back pocket of his worn, snug Levi's. A lock of thick black hair fell into his eyes, and I had to fight the urge to reach up and push it back.

"Oh, hi Matt. I didn't realize it was you calling me," I said, blushing profusely and placing the Joe Brooks CD I'd been looking at back down on the rack.

"It's all good. I just saw you over here and thought I'd come say hi."

"Well, hi," I said with a laugh, watching a smile bloom on his face.

And that was when it began happening. That was the minute I began falling in love with Matt Donahue, my boyfriend's best friend. After our brief conversation in the music store, we saw each other again at the movie theater a few days later, and we headed out for an ice cream cone. We'd sat on the hood of his car, talking about our schoolwork and music and my relationship with Ross.

I confessed to Matt that I was bored with the relationship, bored with doing the same things every week, bored with just soft kissing, bored with havina a boyfriend. I told him that I was sick of Ross being so dependable and always being there for me. I loved that he cared for me and made sure I was okay, but I wanted adventure and excitement. Ross just didn't give that to me. We'd sat there in silence after that, just listening to ach other breathe as we crunched into our cones. He'd dropped me off that night at my house after we made plans to go to the carnival the next day. I'd lain awake in my bed, unable to sleep, my stomach filled with butterflies, eagerly awaiting the carnival with Matt.

The carnival was on a Wednesday night, and when I called Ross to tell him I wouldn't be able to make our weekly Outback date, he'd sounded disappointed, but he'd understood, then told me that there was always next week. Next week. I hated that Ross had a designated day for us to go on a date. And to the same place every time, no less. Matt was different though. He was spontaneous and did things on a whim, just because. When we'd arrived at the carnival later that evening, we'd gone on the Tilt-A-Whirl, and he'd won me a teddy bear at the ring toss booth with the words 'I Love You' on the bear's white shirt. I'd blushed as he handed it to me, embarrassed that he'd gotten a prize with such a saying on it's shirt. After that he'd dragged me to the ferris wheel, and although I was deathly afraid of heights, I went anyways. He held me close against his side on our swaying bench, promising me that he would let me fall and that he'd hold my hand the whole time.

When we reached the top, the ride stopped, and the operator had called up and told us that something had happened to the ride and that we were stuck, and that they'd get us down in a few minutes so there was no need to panic. I panicked though. I became hysterical, with shallow breathing and hiccups and watery eyes. I honestly thought I was going to pass out. Matt squeezed my hand though, and ordered me to look into his eyes. I listened to what he said, and we stared at each other, neither breaking eye contact.

"Are you going to be okay?" His soft voice asked a few moments later, when my hiccups had gone and my breathing was back to normal. I nodded my head, unable to speak. I was just mesmerized by his warm brown eyes that made me melt, and before I knew what I was doing, I had reached my hand up and run my hand through his inky black hair. "Do you still wanna be wild and crazy?" He whispered, staring deep into my eyes.

"Definitely," I replied, my voice a mere whisper. I thought he was going to kiss me. He didn't though. Instead, he removed my hand from his hair and broke eye contact. Unsure of what he was doing, I watched him skeptically, unsure of what exactly this beautiful, wild boy was up to. I expected him to maybe rock our bench back and forth, scare me a little. He didn't do that though. Intead, he stood up and jumped up and down on our bench, rocking it crazily back and forth as he let out battle cries and loud hollers. I screamed bloody murder, ordering him to sit down before he fell to his death. Laughing like a maniac, he listened to me, collapsing next to me, laughing and out of breath. Crazy idiot.

"Are you crazy?! You could have killed yourself!" I cried when the bench was stable again, glancing down at the ground, so far from where we were.

"Oh Kelli, some things are worth risking your life for," He said happily, lounging in his seat and resting his hands behind his head.

"Yeah? Like what?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Like hearing you laugh one last time. And hearing your voice. And seeing your face light up when you're happy. And seeing that furrow in your brow when you're angry."

I hadn't been able to say anything. I just stared at him. And then he leaned in and kissed me. And kissed me some more. And I didn't stop him. I couldn't. I didn't even notice the ferris wheel was working again until the worker cleared his throat and asked us to get off the ride. We did, and we headed straight for Matt's car, where we continued making out. I was so tired of kissing though. I'd grown bored with it, because all Ross every wanted to do was kiss. I wanted more than that. And so I told Matt. And he listened, and when I told him what I wanted, he took me back to his house and gave it to me.

That was two months ago. Now, as I sat in front of Ross at Outback for our standard Wednesday night date, I thought of the best way to tell him. I suppose there isn't a best way though. So after the waiter set our plates in front of us, I reached across the table and took his hand. He looked like he wanted to pull away, but didn't. That was yet another thing I hated about Ross. He didn't like to show we were in a relationship. He hated holding hands, hugging, and kissing in public. Matt didn't care. He kissed me all he wanted in front of everyone, held my hand whenever I wanted, and hugged me so close against him it felt like he would never let me go. And when he gave me slow, sensual kisses that made me melt. . .it definitely didn't bore me like it did with Ross. Matt knew I hadn't broken up with him yet. He knew I was waiting for the right time, and that I needed to do it myself.

I thought that now was as good a time as ever, considering Matt and I had been sneaking around for the past two months and I'd barely even seen Ross. Really, it was like we were already broken up. I was perfectly fine with that, too. Matt was fun. He called me late at night just to say goodbye, dragged me out of bed in the early morning hours to go to the beach and watch the sunrise before splashing in the ocean, and took me for motorcycle rides on the back of his Ducati. He snuck into my room late at night and just laid next to me, never gave me a straight answer, and stared at my tummy a lot, as if he'd be able to see my belly rounding if he looked long enough. I wasn't far along enough for him to be able to see my belly rounding though. If I were skinny he might be able to, but I was what Matt called curvy and what I called fat. So I doubted I'd start showing until the end of the third month.

"Ross," I began, biting my lip, unsure of how to continue.

"Yeah, Kelli?" He asked, voice worried, obviously sensing my discomfort. I stared out the window, the night black, seeing my reflection staring back at me. My straight blonde hair was falling down my back, and before I knew what I was saying, the whole story just poured out of me, like I was the rain and I wouldn't stop until I was good and ready. When I finished my story, he was so silent I thought he'd died with his eyes the size of disks. He didn't say anything for a long, long time. And when he finally moved, he reached into his back pocket, threw some bills onto the table, and left. So much for that.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next evening, I sat on a hill behind my house, a quilt my grandmother had sewn me out of many different patches wrapped around my shoulders. I sat watching the sun set, thinking about Matt and our baby. I hadn't told my parents yet; I wanted Matt with me when I broke the news. I stared out in front of me, at the houses surrounding the hill, the only sound the rustling leaves of the tree I was sitting beside. Sighing, I inhaled warm summer air placing a hand on my tummy. I had a baby inside me. Granted I was only eighteen years old, but this was my baby. And Matt's. Speaking of Matt. . .

"Hey hot stuff," he greeted me with a grin, coming over the hill and sitting down next to me, giving me a slow kiss on the lips. Yum. Pulling back, I looked at him; at his brown eyes that made me melt, his strong, masculine features that I knew by heart, his muscular body, his bunched bicep pulling me close against his side, at his jeans and t-shirt. I could only hope our baby looked as gorgeous as he did.

"Hi Matt," I greeted him, wrapping the quilt around his shoulder.

We sat close to each other, our heads bent together, my blonde hair in a ponytail in stark contrast to his black hair that was just slightly too long. My boyfriend was gorgeous, no doubt about it.

"So how are you doing today?" He asked a few moments later, turning his head to look at me.

"Great now that you're here."

"How's the baby?" He asked, a grin blossoming beautifully as he talked about our child. I knew the feeling. Just thinking about the baby was enough to put a smile on my face. Obviously he felt the same. We had been so scared when we first found out we were going to have a baby, but now we're just happy and excited.

"Missing his daddy," I said, leaning back on my hands and looking down on my stomach, dressed in a white, orange, and black shirt advertising the San Francisco Giants.

"His?" Matt asked skeptically as he laid a hand on my belly.

"Yep. Until we find out for sure, right now we're having a boy," I said determinedly, giving him a look to say that I meant business.

"Okay babe, whatever you want," he said with a chuckle, leaning in and kissing me.

Matt kissed me all the time. I loved him for it. His lips against mine, his hands in my hair, all of it. He was just perfect. I loved him with all of my heart. He loved me even though I was a horrible person. And I loved him for that. I loved him most though because he didn't bore me. He never would. I didn't want him to ever stop being crazy and unpredictable. We sat holding each other for a long time, until the sun set and only the darkness and milky white of the moon was left for us to see by.

"Hey Kelli," Matt said a little later, as we folded my quilt and began walking back to my house.

"Hmm?" I asked, turning my head to look at him as we made our way down the slope of the hill.

"So was thinking, and I've decided that we should have the baby on an airplane, then skydive to the ground."

I just laughed lovingly and stood on tiptoes to kiss my tall, hunky boyfriend. He was definitely a crazy man, and I knew life with him would never be boring. He was crazy and I was horrible, and we were having a baby that would have to sufer right along with us. At least I knew life with my ex-boyfriend's best friend would never be boring.


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