Miss Missing You (All Time Low Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Marie

Being in a whole new state was pretty weird. Moving from Baltimore, Maryland to Boston, Massachusetts was hard. I slept through half of the plane ride and barely ate anything. Today was the first day of college and I was nervous. I was never good at making new friends. If I make some.

"Excuse me," I heard someone say. I snapped out of my daydream and turned to the person who spoke. The person was in a car in front of me. He looked like he was about in his late twenties. He had brown hair that came up to his ears and freckles across his cheeks and nose.

"Hello?" I asked. 

"You need a ride?"

"Umm," I began. Didn't my mom say never to talk to strangers? But I don't have a car down here so I have no way of going to college. "Yeah."

"Hop in, I'm a taxi," he said. I nodded. He got out of the car and helped me get the suitcase into the back trunk of the tiny car. He closed and hopped into the car. I got in passenger seat and we slowly drove away from the airport.

"My name's Jeff. Where you going?" The taxi man said. 

"Harvard University," I said. Jeff raised his eyebrows and let out a low whistle.

"Harvard, eh? You must  be really smart."

"Sort of."

Jeff laughed. "You're funny."

Suddenly my phone buzzed indicating that I had a text. 

"Excuse me," I said as I answered the text.

Alex: You in Boston yet? I miss you already. 

I smiled as I answered. 

Marie: Yeah, I'm on my way to Harvard. I miss you too. A lot.

"Where are you from?" Jeff asked. "You don't have the Boston accent."

I shook my head. "I'm from Baltimore."

Jeff rasied his eyebrows again. "Traveled a long way to get here, eh?" 

"Where are you from?" 

"Toronto, Canada. Moved down here with my wife a couple years ago."

I smiled. Jeff wasn't so bad. 

"Would you like some music?" 

I nodded and Jeff turned on the radio. A heavy beat of pop music started playing in the car. Jeff wrinkled his nose and changed the channel.

"I hate pop music," he said. 

"I sorta do too but some of it is actually good," I said.

"Some of it is good. Not all of it."

He changed the channel to a rock station. 

"What's this?" I asked.

"Move Along by The All American Rejects. You should listen to them more, they're really good."

"My boyfriend likes to talk about them a lot," I said. "He's in a band."

"You're boyfriend is in a band? What's the band's name?"

"All Time Low. They're about to go on tour in a few weeks."

"Awesome! I'll look them up when I get home. And maybe grab myself a couple tickets to their show," Jeff winked. After five more minutes of driving, we were in front of Harvard University. I got out of the car and Jeff retrieved my suitcase out from the back. I was about to get out in money and pay him but he stopped me.