Chapter 4

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*Dan's POV*

The girl.

The beautiful girl from Starbucks.

I can't get her out of my head.

I've been trying to distract myself ever since I saw her, but it's nearly impossible.

Her hair which had multiple shades of brown and hints of red.

Her bright blue eyes which I could stare at for hours.

Her sassy yet kind attitude.

Just her, in general.

She is perfect.

Man, I sound like a teenage girl.

What is this girl doing to me?

*Aria's POV*

Today was the day that I met Dan. I'm really nervous. What if something goes wrong? I only have one friend in England, I would really like some more.

Thoughts raced through my head as I lied in my bed. Eventually I got up and decided to take a shower. I put my phone on the speaker and pressed shuffle. The tune of Love Robbery by Kalin and Myles filled the air. After taking my shower I walked over to the dresser and picked out some light blue skinny jeans with holes in them. I decided not to look all alternative today, so I picked out red and blue flannel with no buttons on it with a dark gray shirt to go underneath. I ran back to the bathroom and quickly put my hair in French braids and applied my makeup, which was a little bit of mascara and eyeliner. I grabbed my white high-top converse that was right next to my door.

I walked downstairs and saw Emily on the couch, yet another episode of Pretty Little Liars on the TV.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"You mean good afternoon?" She laughed. My eyes widened as I looked at the time. How is it already 1??? Luckily for me, his apartment is only 5 minutes away.

"Em, do we have cereal?" I asked. She nodded in response. "What kind?"

"I think we only have Shreddies..."

"What are Shreddies?"

"You'll like them, trust me." I shrugged, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the box from the cupboard. I poured my cereal and milk into the bowl. After I got a spoon, I sat down at the breakfast bar and started to eat.

"These aren't half bad." I shouted to Emily. I heard a told you so come from the living room. I rolled my eyes, which had become a habit of mine lately. I finished my "breakfast" and walked back upstairs to make sure I looked presentable. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my purse. While I was walking out the door I got stopped by a yell.

"WAIT!" Emily yelled, running out to me.

"What?" I questioned.

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"Where is "out"?" She inquired.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"I just want to know, okay?" She sighed, clearly exasperated.

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