Rock bottom has a basement—and I just found it. I’ve been head over heels, write it in my diary over and over in love with my best friend Preston Young, pretty much my entire life. You’d think after decades of hiding my feelings I’d want to reveal my lifelong secret love to my best friend privately, but NOPE. One minute I’m pining for my best friend, the next I’m falling for his brother. To make matters worse…now my best friend thinks he might be in love with me? I didn’t know it was even possible to screw up this bad. Am I destined to make one giant laughable mistake out of my life, or have I been falling for the wrong brother this entire time?