This is a work of fiction mixed with reality. It's my first posted story here so be nice!
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Well, maybe I should begin by telling you all a bit about myself and where this story leads. My name is Carly, I'm a 22 year old college student and I do odd jobs, such as baby-sitting, to help pay the bills. I'm about 5'10", 140 lbs, leggy and athletically built. I have honey blonde hair, it's long, thick, and naturally wavy, and bright green eyes.
On this particular night, I find myself baby-sitting for Luke's children. Now I've known Luke for years, we've always been good friends, and I've always had a massive crush on him. He's about 35 and, in my opinion, drop dead gorgeous! He's about 6'1", in great shape from weekly tennis games..... basically, he's your "average" (way above average, really!) tall, dark, and handsome with his dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. -sigh!-
Once the kids were asleep, I found myself with nothing to do until midnight, if not later, when Luke and his, ugh, girlfriend got home. It's not so much that I don't like Diane... but why does she have to be dating Luke? I want him!
With a sigh, I yanked my school books out of my backpack. After kicking off my sneakers and yanking off my sweatshirt, I make myself comfortable on the couch and try to get into my art history homework.
You cannot believe how glad I was when Luke and Diane arrived back at Luke's house. Well, yea, obviously I was a little more excited to see Luke. Diane? Not so much! (Does that make me sound like a jealous, petty woman? Sorry, but I'm used to getting what, and who, I want!)
Since my car was in the shop, Luke offered to give me a lift home. My heart jumped at the thought of being alone in the car with him for the 20 - 30 minute ride across town to my place... but it also sunk a little when Diane bid me good night and headed directly towards Luke's bedroom. ugh!
After I gathered up my things and tugged my sneakers back on, Luke walked me to the door. As he let me step out first, my body dangerously close to his as I slid past, he finally noticed what my red tank top said, "Heart Breaker".
"Heart Breaker, huh?" he questioned with a grin.
I shrugged as I opened the passenger side door on the car, "What can I say? I've broken a few hearts in my day... also had my heart broken a time or two."
"Oh really now?" Luke asked, a little distracted as he backed out of the driveway.