Micah pov
I can still remembered the day I met Alyssa, in my parents restaurant celebrating her birthday, holding court at the head of the table while her parents snaps pictures of her. Right then, I knew that we were from two different worlds, hers was all glittery and shiny and mine was all normal and mundane. That didn't stop the connection that happened between us, it couldn't hold it, even from different class in life, fate, that annoying bitch did everything to make us meet.
Maybe you would not agree with me but of all types of food she could crave for, she chose that day to crave for Mexican, for all restaurants, she could have chosen to host her birthday breakfast, she chose mine and even with all that, I was in a corner watching the rich kids have fun while I cleaned a table, her favorite present so far * she had about hundreds to still open* happened to fall and roll in my direction.
She refused help when offered to help her pick it up and she stood up in all her princessy glory and walked up to me, I stood in my well-worn clothes and pick up the present for her. I wish I could say that the clichés stopped there but no, instead, she collected the. Present which was a ball from me and give me a toothy smile. The kind of one flash all your teeth and she asked me the most important question of all. Do you want to be my friend?
Of course my answer was yes and the rest from there on out was history, I wish I could say we discovered we loved each other and we decided to date while in high school and broke up only to get together when we were in our late twenties, get married, have two-point-one kids, lived in a house in the suburbans, had a dog and lived happily ever after but no, that not how this story went. This story was far from that.
Well for one we met when we were seven, or she was seven and I was seven and three quarters. *Yes it counts. * So us getting married was an impossibility and another was the class difference and I know some of you might think that it doesn't really matter and all that but it fucking do especially if the woman is the one with the higher class. Just imagine, you come from an aristocrat family and your blood is blue although if you have a paper cut you will bleed red, got together with someone who has almost the same amount of blue blood in them too and gave birth to a girl who looked like a princess and is almost one because you are filthy rich. Imagine that a poor pauper comes along and wants to get married to her.
I know that I will forbid that marriage and since I know that, I cannot expect another man to do something else. I treat people based on the standards I want to be treated.
Oh another thing I should get out there, just because I say that or I have mentioned pauper or poor a lot, that doesn't mean that I am really that poor. Yes, my family might not have up to a million grand to our name but hers have several tens of millions almost going to hundreds of millions the last time I checked so in a way I am a pauper where she is.
Getting back to the story, since that day we became inseparable and thick as thieves and although my family was pretty much in less than hundred grand when I became friends with her, we have expanded much within the eleven years I have being friends with Alyssa. First of all, when her parents saw we were getting too close, they tried to separate us and when Alyssa pitched a mini fit that her best friend was not invited to her kindergarten pool party, they gave up, then my parents tried to struggle and meet up with my new friend demands and they refused handouts. Alyssa wanted us to do our play dates in outrageous places like renting out an ice cream parlor and others, at first my parents agreed but when they saw that it was taking a huge dent out of their bank account, the put a stop to it and Alyssa didn't like that at all and she always gets what she wants or like. Her father came up with the prefect solution, he invested in my parents business, it bloomed and bang, I can afford to do that same things as Alyssa... On a smaller scale, daddy's baby girl is happy and so everyone gets to breathe in peace.
After a while... Try three years of being in a friendship with their daughter, they grew warm towards me especially when they discovered that I anchor her, nothing to be proud of as parents but they were pretty proud, since then I have being more like a step son than an annoying cat you inherited from your grandmother who passed on. I was still a permanent fixture but my situation was a lot better.
This is the story of us and I was just trying to give a background if you don't like it, I am sorry, I can't promise I will try to be less blunt or jaded or whatever you think I am but if this story is going to be great, I need to tell it in the way that will be best. And I feel that the way for that to happen is for me to freely express myself. This story will be told from my angle but you get to see into Alyssa mind too. You might like what you will see, you might not, but all I ask is for you to keep an open mind... Sound ominous right but I just find words to roll and it might all be not up to the standards but I will try to make it worth your while. I am the English teacher assistant after all.
