2002 the year i fell in-love, heres that story.
A little backstory on myself, my name is Lana, I'm seventeen years old , my mother is french which makes me bilingual, I'm in a band, i work in a local music store and i live in Sacramento. My life was pretty basic before i met him, everyone kinda feared me for reasons i don't know why, i loved the lake i go there when I'm at my lowest, which is a lot. I don't know who my dad is so its always just been me and my mom, and i have a job to help my mom with the bills and stuff, i a few friends which is like two, but everyone is kinda my mutual, i go to an all girls catholic school because my mom wants me to be pure but little does she know I'm the least pure girl, my band is pretty cool its just me and my two friends. and thats all you need to know about me.
The day i met him it was pretty basic i was at work . i had been working for around 4 hours and it was dead maybe, because it was a Thursday night and everyone was doing other things but then all of a sudden a cute brown curly haired guy came in.
He was in for around 10 minutes he kept looking up at me in awe, then i went up and asked him "If you need any help yell for me" i said smiling he nodded his head and said " thanks" there he went back to looking at tapes he was kinda boring me at this point so i just went back to looking through my magazine he kept looking up and starting at me once again , you know that feeling you get when someone is looking at you, yeah i felt that constant when he was in the store, he eventually walked up to the counter with a few tapes i looked at him and said " is that everything for you today" i said smiling at him, he looked at me and said " yeah thats everything thanks" i nodded my head and began checking him out then he said " your very cute ya know" it was so out of the blue he caught me off guard i look up and smiled at him and said " thank you, you pretty cute too, i love you hair, you don't see many guys with that hairstyle anymore" he laughs at this and say "Thanks, my names Kyle by the way" he said tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, " I'm Lana" i say handing him his bag of tapes, he pays then says " cya around Lana" Kyle then leaves.
I think about him the rest of the night, as no one else came in so i ended up closing shop and going home. And that was my first encounter with Kyle .
