Chapter 1

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"What? What do you want me to say

Gretchen? Tell me.", He said.

He, who is, the love of my life, my

fantasy lover, the most beautiful creature

to ever walk this planet. He, Harley

Cameron, is the best friend of my twenty

year old brother, Gage Wyatt. Harley is

5'11, give or take an inch, with a muscular

build (maybe 165 pounds?). He works at

Trip's Tacos, a new food joint in my town

(SOOOOOO MANY CALORIES IN ONE FRICKEN

BURRITO). He has striking blue eyes, shaggy

brown hair and the cutest smirk accompanied

with a dimple (!!!!).

Back to our conversation:

"I don't know okay? Maybe that your

sorry?"

"Gretchen..," his voice trailed off.

"I'm serious, one minute you tell me you

like me, the next you're basically on third

base with Becca Carney! Can you not play

with my feelings for once?!?!!", at this

point I was nearly in tears, but I wasn't

about to let Harley Cameron see me be

the biggest (fattest) cry baby.

"Listen, Gretchen, I like you, I really,

really like you. But you drive me insane,

I don't think you're fully capable of a

relationship anyways."

"F-ck you!", I say, storming off.

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After a 45 minute walk from Trip's Tacos

to Carl's Grocery, I could eat the whole

store. Millie, the greeter, was at the door

ready to greet me with the usual, "Hey

G, how ya been?" (even though I saw her

yesterday, not much has changed since) and

my usual answer, "good, thanks."

once inside, I scanned the signs hanging

from the ceiling above each aisle, scanning

so attentively as if I have never been to

this store a thousand times before.

What I purchased:

Chips A'hoy (CHUNKY OF COURSE!)

Cool Ranch Doritos ( The biggest bag they

had)

Half a loaf of bread (it contained six

slices)

A jar of Junky Peanut butter

A squeeze bottle of strawberry jelly

A 2 littler bottle of Diet Coke

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