Prologue

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JOE POV
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Oh God.

That was exactly the first thing coming on my mind, when I saw the guy waiting in front of the Café. He was nothing like he had described himself on that dating website. I should have known better, Tyler had warned me. And I hadn't listened to him. Blame me.

That guy had described himself as a sporty and really tall. In fact he looked like he hadn't been walking a bit faster than usual in five years. And he wasn't that tall, he was maybe a few centimeters  taller than me. And that wasn't much.

Hopefully he was a good to talk to, that would make the disappointment slightly better. I walked up to the guy, trying to pull of a confident smile. "Hey." I managed to choke out when I approached him, he looked slightly surprised, when he spotted me.

"Are you Joe Sugg?" He asked, watching me through dirty brown eyes. "Uh, yeah. You're Mike Ritchers, I guess?" "Right. Shall we?" He mumbled, letting himself in the Café. Whit out hesitating he walked in, so I followed Mike. Lucky as I was, he didn't hold the door open so it smashed directly in my face. Great, good going Joe, way of getting a boyfriend!

To be honest I've never really been good at this kind of Dates, and Tyler had warned me of meeting someone from a Dating-Webside. He'd said that the people often lie about themselves to look more attractive. Well, that was a true fact. Obviously.

Due to the force of the door I had stumbled backwards an crashed into some peasant behind me. "I'm so sorry!" I mumbled, feeling my face flushing and rushing into the Café. There was absolutely nothing cute about being clumsy, even though Zoë and Dan said so.

Mike had already seated himself nearby a window and watched me, with a confused look on his face. "Where have you been?" He asked. Nowhere you idiot, I was right behind you, till you slammed that door in my face!

"Uh, I thought I had seen someone I knew..." He just nodded at my answer and I sat myself down across from him. A waitress came to write down our orders. I ordered a Coffee and stared out of the window till Mike started a conversation.

"So, how long do you have till your 24th birthday?" The guy stared at me intensively. "41 Days." I answered. "That explains why you wanted to meet up so fast." he mumbled. Yeah, it did indeed.

That was one of the things I hate about that system. I mean sure it's great that every sexuality, religion and skin colour is accepted by society, well almost every sexuality. In our society you had to have a romantic relationship when you're 24, because otherwise you'll get killed. The government says, that the people who don't complete this 'task' aren't functional parts of the society, so they get executed. Cruel, isn't it?

That's why Asexual people aren't accepted. Luckily these people find each other and play a relationship for the government, and adopt kids, because you also need to have at least one child till you're 35 otherwise... Well explains itself...

"Hey, you okay? You looked kinda angry." Mike waved his hand in front  of my eyes and I jumped. Thing I also need to mention, I am really good at drifting of with my thoughts. Not helpful at dates.

I just nodded and the waitress brought our orders. Mike looked at her with a bit of interest and she smiled at him. Oh yeah, forgot he was Bi, and the fucking waitress seemed to be more interesting than me. Typical. Who'd be interested in a scrawny and desperate guy, looking 15 but actually being 23 years old? Fuck life.

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