A stroke of luck from Mr. Sheeran (A Kian Lawley Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Arizona tea

I could see the gas station from about a block away and I got really excited. I had a pretty good reason to, since it took 20 minutes to skateboard there from my house.

I guess this particular gas station was pretty interesting, because I slipped and fell off of my skateboard. It didn't even  hurt that bad, but it hurt enough for me to have to walk the rest of the way. I was about to walk through the door, but I stopped about 3 feet away. I was just standing there, outside of the gas station and staring at the coco-cola sign in the window. I felt so differen't, like something amazing had happened to me or like I had just fell in love 1000 times all at once. I checked the time on my phone "5 o'clock" I muttered to myself.

I needed to be quick, so I forced myself to walk through the door, breaking myself out of the endless thoughts of fear and  intensity.I walked over to the fridge where they kept all of the cold beverages.

The odd thing about those thoughts is that they were so fun and enjoyable, and when they stopped I couldn't help but miss the-"that will be $1.25 miss" said the store clerk. I grabbed my wallet out of my bag and gave him the exact amount of change no more, no less and he handed me my arizona tea. After I left the store I set out on my skateboard toward the direction of my house.

My name is Jack, I'm 16, in grade 11 and I live in Florida and yes, I'm a girl. My real name is Jacqueline, but I honestly hate nothing more than my real name, so I just prefer Jack. I always thought It was cool to be called Jack, but I was made fun of it through out elementary school. I'm 5.7, and I have long dark brown curly hair that stops just before my elbows. I have pale gray eyes that are just about as dull as my personality.

Ooh one more thing about is that I have only had one boyfriend in my entire life!! exciting right?! yeah, noo. His name was Justin and I dated him for a year. I don't want to tell you the entire story about me and him, but he practically destroyed me. Over the 12 months we dated he made me feel miserable, ugly, worthless and terrible but for some reason I still stayed with him. That was over a year ago and I havn't dated anyone since. He made me extremely insecure and dating him had awful effects on me to this day.

I turned around the corner and walked in the front door of my house. "Hello"? I shouted as I walked through the door. No one was home. "uuuuuhhhhhhhhh" I said as I stretched out my arms as far as I could. I stood in my doorway for a while but eventually my legs made their way upstairs and into my bedroom. My room was HUGE, and probably about the size of a small community pool but only because my parents are super rich. My dad's dad was a major producer of  the SLR camera, Sometimes I like to mess with people and say my dad invented the toaster strudel.                                                                                              

So tell me girl if everytime we tou-ou-ouch" "Oh shut up phone"! I reached down to the bottom of my bag and answered my cell phone. "hello. who is this?" I said. "Its Maddy! And I need your help!!" Maddy was my best friend since the third grade and we could read each other like a book. Just a quick description of Maddy, she had long red hair and black nerdy glasses. She is probably one of my prettiest friends, and I always get jealous that she is only 5.4, with me being practically a giant. "Ok , what do need help with? Are you in trouble? Are you sick? No I just need help picking out an outfit for the Ed sheeran concert" Maddy said. " OH MY FREAKING GOD, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT!" I screamed. Yes, I forgot that tonight I was going to see the one and only Ed Sheeran live.

So after another 40 minutes of fan girling and talking about outfits with Maddy, I hung up the phone and ran to my closet. It took me forever to pick an outfit given I have an enormous walk in closet, but I decided on a comfy arizona tea crewneck, with a pair of jean shorts and white toms. The contents of my bag were suprisingly light, considering most girls carry everthing except the freaking appocolapse. But if you really knew me, than you would know I am the farthest from the average girl. I spend most of my time skateboarding, or riding my bike around town. The only things I could possibly hate with all my heart is Justin, Florida (where I live), my eyes and my god damn name. My town in probably one of the most boring, dead end towns you will ever see, and oh my god Justin. Just thinking about Justin makes me depressed.