Nathan, meanwhile, wasn’t too bad of a catch himself. Hey, if I had a bestie who loved everybody but me, I may not handle such constant rejection as well as Bree did. She was never insecure when it came to Nathan’s feelings for her, or what she thought they were. She didn’t let life take away her ambitions when a tragic accident made her change her life’s trajectory. She’s kind and super empathetic when it came to teaching ballet to youth who may not be able to afford such lessons normally. She’s confident in her standing in Nathan’s life even when the women he dated got jealous of her closeness to him, regardless that nothing romantic ever occurred between them. Did I mention this book is all about lack of communication between the love interests?īree was an amazing protagonist to follow. It’s pretty much 300+ pages of unrequited feelings from Bree. The Cheat Sheet does this trope very well. Does this make me a masochist that I particularly enjoy such angst? Yes? Maybe? More often than not, this is accompanied by the excruciating angst that comes with unrequited feelings. But I LOVE all the angst that comes with such a hard transition from platonic relationship to something different. It’s such a niche romance trope that I’ve hardly come across it. If any of you know me, just one fact about me, it’s that I absolutely adore the best friends to lovers trope. How am I going to make it through three weeks of fake dating Nathan without anything changing between us? Especially when it almost-sort-a-kinda seems like he’s fighting for a completely different outcome? Oh, and did I mention we have to date publicly for three weeks until after the Super Bowl because we signed a contract with…oops, forgot I can’t tell anyone about that!īottom line is, now my best friend is smudging all the lines and acting very un-platonic, and I’m just trying to keep my body from bursting into flames every time he touches me. Our friendship is going swimmingly until I accidentally spill my beans to a reporter over too much tequila, and now the world seems to think me and Nathan belong together. (I’m not crying, I’m just peeling an onion.) Nothing but good old-fashioned, no-touching-the-sexiest-man-alive, platonic friendship for us! Everything is exactly how I like it! Yes. The first step is admitting, right? Except, I can never admit it to him because he clearly doesn’t see me that way, and the last thing I want is for things to get weird between us. Hi, my name is Bree Camden, and I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend and star quarterback Nathan Donelson (so is half of America, judging by the tabloids and how much the guy dates). Is it ever too late to leave the friend-zone?
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