Life, Love, and Disaster

the novel.

the one where the bad guy is doing terrible deeds. the super sexy intelligent main character is determined to find the evil antagonist. the protagonist is all alone in their endeavor, left to discover disappointing clues that lead to dead ends. it would all be a wash if it wasn't for the overly helpful friend who mistakenly leaves helpful hints/clues that point right to the mysterious and secretive not so friendly very awkward character. the protagonist trusts the helpful friend to help solve the mystery. they are in it together. best buds. but then it turns out that the helpful friend is the bad guy and the awkward and shy character has a secret crush on the protagonist and wants only to protect the protagonist (but not scare them, while they try to search for the evil bad guy).

so the helpful friend was the bad guy and the somewhat dorky awkward person turned out to be very sweet, intelligent, adventurous, and cute (behind the glasses) good guy. So then the apologetic sexy main character and the endearingly shy and awkward newly discovered good guy feel some sparks and end up together. happily ever after. with a great story to tell their kids. and a gratefulness on what they could have missed out on (or how close they came to their death).

My life. I somehow find myself in the role of the awkward character. no one has yet discovered my many talents and endearingly good qualities. I am waiting for a protagonist to unearth my true nature.

But somehow they are always taken in by the helpful friend that really isn't so helpful.