A/N - Unbeta'd. Concrit is appreciated. Hope you enjoy :)

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I always found it so sickening how my friend Lana fawned over Pavi Largo. It was as if she honestly believed that the two of them were meant to be together. She would spend hours tracing stupid little hearts engraved with their initials, daydreaming about the day that he would swoop into her life and knock her head over heels. She fantasized that she might meet him in the street, and Pavi, upon looking into her tawny brown eyes, would realize that she was the love of his life.

Her confessed feelings were always received with no criticism on my side—I try to act the part of the supportive friend no matter how foolish the confessions might be. Lana just didn't see the reality in the situation.

The Pavi Largos of this world do not feel love. Perhaps they feel a shallow imitation of the true emotion when they actually begin to get to know someone. When it comes to the real thing, however, they've not a clue how to recognize it. What they consider to be love will fade just as soon as someone shiny and new comes along. If they stay with one person 'til their death, then they weren't tempted enough in their lifetime.

Lana, like so many other hopeless romantics out there, had the misplaced idea that she could reform Pavi's old ways. She figured that once she had him in her claws, he would never feel the need to stray into the flavourless embrace of a Gentern ever again. He will discover the meaning of true love, she would assure herself fervently as she lingered by the Replace Your Face posters.

Though I try to be the supportive friend, I can't deny that I had tried to coax Lana out of her fantasy land in as gentle of ways as possible. The age gap was one point, being that there was a ten-year span between our births and his. We weren't minors, though, and I doubt a difference of age would have stopped him anyway, so that argument nearly always fell flat. Another point was the fact that she should have grown out of her crush by our age. She had been infatuated with him since her hormones started flowing, but I had still hoped that she would've dropped the whole thing once she stepped out of her teenage years. Much to my dismay, her twentieth birthday had brought no dissuasion in the least.

It frustrated me that Lana, by no means a stunning girl but still a lady with looks to be reckoned with, should rebuff the other men who asked her out just because "her heart belonged to someone else". I knew she was squandering away her potential romantic life on some jerk who wouldn't know monogamy if it kicked him in his messed-up face.

Even before Lana had started on her whole Pavi trip, I still disliked the youngest Largo brother. His ways disgusted me to no end. I could only imagine how many Genterns he had slept with, or how many foolish young girls like Lana that he had lured into his bed with his playboy charm. Such a casual attitude toward women was hardly something I would support. Not only was his sleeping around unsafe, but it was amoral. He was breaking hearts and treating women like objects, and never once did he look back to see the emotional damage he caused. In short, I very near loathed him.

Before your eyes stray from the page, realize that I know what you're thinking. You think that because I'm the one who hated Pavi, then I must have met him and fallen for him and lived happily ever after, proving just how wrong I was. It'd be a storybook ending to my storybook complaining.

Well, you should also realize that real life isn't a damn storybook. There are no happy endings, only ones that aren't completely depressing. I don't, however, mean to come across as the pessimistic cynic. I think that people can be happy, but it is immature to think that you can trundle down the road of love without a few obstacles, some of which that happen to be immovable and insurmountable. Pavi himself is one of those objects.

There is no moving him from his place in life.

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-to be continued-