Their Wattpad Love

Chapter 1

*Briella's POV*

It was one of those typical 'crisp' autumn mornings they always talk about in novels, and I was getting ready for school. Black Nirvana T-shirt with a red flannel shirt tied around my waist. Oh, and leggings too. Couldn't forget those. I had an endless supply of them stacked in my closet; it was pretty much all I wore.

On the way out, I picked up my favorite black Converse and put them on. I call them my favorite, but to be honest with you, they're the only ones I have. So they don't exactly have any competition. But you get the picture.

The laces were all worn out and dirty. I'd probably tied them a thousand times in the last three years. But they were my pride and joy, and I wore them practically every day.

I walked out my bedroom door and was greeted by my big brother Ashton. We bumped into each other on accident; I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. "Whoa there, sis!" Ashton exclaimed.

"Sorry," I said immediately. "Didn't see you there."

"It's all good." He sniffed the air as he started going down the stairs. "God, I hope Mom isn't making that famous oatmeal of hers for breakfast."

Oh, Lisa Carson. Maker of awful oatmeal and lover of Nicholas Sparks novels. Ever since Dad decided to, you know, subtract himself from the equation, she's been obsessed with romance novels and finding her own Noah Calhoun. It's unrealistic and cheesy, but you gotta love her. Besides, she's my mom. I don't blame her for wanting to move on with her life.

And it's about time. She and Dad divorced almost five years ago now. It's time to find somebody new.

As for Dad, I don't hear much from him anymore. He writes letters sometimes and sends the occasional text-trying to be "hip," as he calls it-but it's not the same as having him here. Don't get me wrong, my parents were always fighting; they needed to get separated. But sometimes I wish we could just go back to normal and do something as a family.

Anyway, Ashton and I raced each other downstairs to see what Mom had made for breakfast. Sure enough, it was oatmeal. Ashton and I groaned in perfect unison, then burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Mom asked.

"Nothing," I told her, still giggling.

"Okay," she said suspiciously. "Well I have your oatmeal right here."

"That's okay, I think I'll have a protein bar instead."

"Are you sure, honey?" Mom was one of those people that you just hated to hurt their feelings. So no one ever actually told her that she was a bad cook. We just sucked it up and ate the slop.

But I was already feeling queasy, and I didn't think I could take it that morning. "Yeah, I'm sure. Me and Taylor are meeting early today."

Taylor Cox was my best friend. Well, one of them. I had four. The others were Jack (who's a girl; her real name is Jacqueline) and Liv. Liv and Taylor were sisters, Liv being the elder. She and Jack McKenna were seventeen; me and Taylor were both fifteen.

I'd known the Cox's since fourth grade, right around the time my parents were divorcing. Taylor had been like a sister to me, and Liv was really supportive. She knew a lot about divorce, even though her parents had been high school sweethearts and were happily married. Apparently, all her friends back in Montana had had divorced or separated parents. When she was in sixth grade and Taylor was in fourth, they moved here to Missouri and we became good friends.

Jack was added to the group when she started going to public school her freshman year. Before that, she'd been homeschooled all her life. Once she and Liv met, they fit together like peanut butter and jelly. They were inseparable, which I guess was good cuz it gave me and Taylor more time by ourselves. But we all liked Jack and adopted her into our group.