You're short. You've got mousy brown hair and glasses. Sometimes you get to be the comic relief or provide an infodump, but mostly your role is to be helpful and supportive to your tortured best friend. You're always going to come second in everything. Sure, this may seem like a bad deal, but at least you get to bask in your friend's reflected glory; and looking on the bright side, you're unlikely to be dead by the end of the series. Every hero needs a cheerleader for their final battle.