chapter one

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9:45 PM // August 17th // Liam's House


louist22 has joined the chat room

louist22: hey lima bean !

limapayne: shut up dude. i was typing fast.

louist22: whatever

louist22: did u see the moving vans?? someone's moving into the jacobson's old house

limapayne: yeah i saw the vans.

louist22: there's a hot girl

limapayne: wow really?

louist22: yes

Liam got out of his chair and went over to look out his bedroom window. As expected, there are moving vans. He stared out for a few minutes, looking for a girl, but he saw none. He kept staring for a few minutes until he heard a beep coming from his computer.

louist22: u there?

A few minutes pass.

louist22: i know youre ignoring me. im out lol see u tomorrow!

Liam smiles at the computer.

See you tomorrow, he thinks.

6:30 AM // August 18th // Liam's House

BEEEEEEEEP

Liam was awoken by the beautiful sound of an alarm clock. Ah, yes. Beautiful. He jumped out of bed, half naked, and ran to his dresser. There, he grabbed a pair of black jeans and a navy blue collared shirt. Also underwear. And socks. He got dressed, then ran downstairs.

Liam's house was relatively nice. He was in high school, so he was living with his parents, therefore, it wasn't really his house. But he called it his house anyway.

6:54 AM // August 18th // Louis' House

Louis woke up the same way; an annoying alarm clock making an atrocious sound. His eyes blinked open, and then he looked to his side - where his alarm clock was. To his (not really)  surprise, he had overslept.

"Of course," Louis said under his breath. "I'm not surprised in any  way." He muttered, this time a bit louder.

School started in 15 minutes. If he really went fast, he could make it. He walked to his closet and grabbed a tee shirt with a band logo and some jeans, along with some jeans. Quickly, he put the pants on - one leg at a time - and then swiftly pulled his t-shirt over his head. Then, he ran downstairs, and grabbed a granola bar. He rushed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, but didn't feel the need to brush his hair. It already looked fine. As he ran out the door, he grabbed his backpack and skateboard, and then started skating to school.





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