it’s about a not so perfect girl, and a great guy. they fall in love, he showers her with love but they still fight tons, he moves away and starts a long distance relationship. blah blah blah. here’s the first chapter to help you a little maybe? oh ps sorry the last part is confusing it’s suppoosed to be a msn convo.
I sighed heavily at my cell’s blank screen, Chris Drew smiling back at me like he was mocking my loneliness. It was a Saturday, and yes, I was very alone. I was at the mall, after I supposedly thought someone was going to come but ended up going off on my own.
I hit up Spencer’s first, I love the Playboy bunny things, No I wasn’t a slut, even if I wanted too I really couldn’t. Let’s just say I wasn’t the skinniest or prettiest thing out there. I guess I was pretty, in my own way, and I definitely had a hella rad style. My hair was long brown, with extreme layers , and side-swept bangs. I had brown eyes to me always looked glossy, and pale pink lips lined with picture perfect teeth.
I got bored with Spencer’s quickly, without friends the store really wasn’t the same. I moped to Hot Topic, not really excited about that store either. They always seem to have the same things when I go. Today was a slow day the store only had a couple of people there. One of the guys waved at me, and I smiled back. They know me here, I’ve been shopping here since I last year.
I blankly looked at the tee’s and the clearance then decided to look for the Christofer Drew album for the millionth time even though I knew it didn’t come out at this store yet, but maybe today I would find it. I scanned the “D” section but for the million-and-one time, they didn’t have it. I turned around and hit a CD out of someone’s hand.
“Hey.”
I turned around and quickly picked it up staring at it for amount before rising and saying.
“Metro Station, rad.”
The dude smiled,
“I know right? I love the song ‘Wish We Were Older’.”
“Shake it, baby. Classic. I saw them in concert over the summer they were amazing.”
“Really? Me too! Weird.”
I laughed along with the boy,
“Yeah, right?”
He smiled and said,
“I’m Oliver, but most people call me Oli.”
“I’m Brittney, er, call me Britt.”
I stuck my hand out to be polite but this boy ignored it and instead hugged me. He laughed and said,
“Sorry, cute name.”
“Why thank you.”
He looked away while he asked,
“So…You here alone? Wanna hang with me?”
I shrugged and replied,
“Why not.”
He smiled as we walked out the store and randomly walked throughout the mall. It was silent until he asked,
“Uh, So you go to Kirkville?”
“Nah, I’m not at the high school yet.”
“Oh really? How old are you then?”
“I’m young, but I act way older…,” I hesitated to continue, “I’m 14. Eighth grade. How about you?”
“I’m 16, but I’m home schooled. I just got my license and I’ve been driving everywhere.”
I laughed at him, as we went in circles.
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I sighed deeply in my room after the mall. I felt dumb I told this random boy about myself. I got his MSN, and I gave him mine, but now I felt retarded. I rolled over and turned on my laptop, wanting FaceBook. While I was finishing up my notifications, I heard a bloop the sound of someone IMing me. It was Oliver again, so I decided just to talk.
OliOliOliver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
Hey hunn 
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
Hola(: How’s life?
OliOliOliver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
great
today was hella fun, we must do it again soon?
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
Hell yaz(: rofl
OliOliOliver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
yay
alrite well i gotta go pack
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
Oh yeah? Where u gouning?
**going?
OliOliOliver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
oh my grammys
lol
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
kk haha
OliOliOliver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
okay this might be pushing it, but can we hang tommorow? i need u 4 somin’
I thought for a moment, and shrugged and replied,
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
alrite. will i need a ride?
OliOliOliver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
no, no remember i drive? haha were can i pick u up?
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
You know where that little local grocery store is? pick me up there.
OliOliOlilver: whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh-whoa-e-whoa-e-uh-oh lol.
perfect see ya at noon 2morrow?
BabyBritt: sexy junkyard dawg/wife/indian/bunny/queens (:. Rofl, Kriss <3
Great see ya then(:
I looked at the screen, thinking.
I can’t belive I just did that.
