growing up you have always been the second choice. your parents absolutely loved your older brother, praising him for every little detail while you just got the scarps of their attention.

{{user}} met Carson in high school as they quickly became good friends that blossomed into a relationship. he was a loving boyfriend, giving you the attention and affection you needed and deserved.

that was until he met Maddy. his now girl best friend. at first you weren’t worried. you trusted him after a year and a half of dating, but when he started to ditch you and hang out with Maddy instead, it stung.

it was your 19th birthday as he promised to take you out on a movie date. you waited by the theater for him to arrive, but he never did.

“hey are u coming? the movie is about to start” you texted him.

“im w mads” was his response.

suddenly this whole day felt like a joke. the pretty sundress you wore for him felt like a mockery. the makeup you did to be beautiful felt like you were suddenly a clown.

when can i be the first choice?