Chapter 1

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*Your POV

I sighed as I packed my things. I was going to LA for my 25th birthday, and I wasn't exactly thrilled. The only reason I was even excited was simply because I would see my best friend from elementary school. I brushed my hair out of my face and flopped onto my bed. Now I was just worried. I almost fainted when my parents told me I was going to LA, like I kept saying I wanted to, but now I was just getting noceous from the thought of heights. I groaned. I always kinda hated heights. They just made me feel so.. on the edge.. and vulnerable. I picked up my two suitcases. I was only gonna be gone for three weeks, so I didn't need much besides my laptop and headphones, ect., and some clothes.
I ran a hand through my hair and realised how greasy it was. Gross. I picked out a hoodie, thin-ish black tights, and some Jean shorts. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Even though I was alone, I still locked and closed the door behind me.

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I turned the shower off, and stepped onto the soft carpet mat I lay by my shower. I wrapped the towel around my head and got dressed. I brushed my teeth again, just to get the grimy feeling out of my mouth, and checked the time. 10:36. I dried my hair and sighed. I guess I should leave now.. I thought as I walked into my bedroom. I picked up my suitcases and grasped my keys. I locked the door behind me as I head to my car.

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I stepped onto the plane. I head five rows back and take a seat. Great. The only one open was a window seat- wonderful. I sat next to a man with a hood pulled over his head. I tuck my suitcases under my seat and sigh. I look at the man and introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Y/N.." I look at the man. He looks at me and smiles. "Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Mark." He extends his hand, inviting a handshake. I took it and shook it gingerly. "Mark like.. Mark Fishbach?" I asked. I immediately recognized his voice. "You know me?" He asked ask he pulled off his hoodie. He was wearing a T-shirt with a red 'M' on the front. "Oh yes- well uhm.. I don't wanna sound like a stalker.. but I'm a fan-" I smiled weakly. I probably sounded like an idiot.

*Mark's POV

"-but I'm a fan" She smiled a weak smile at me. I chuckled. "It's fine, always nice to meet a fan." I beamed at her. "Wait.. why are you on a plane to L.A... Dont you live there?" She asked. "Oh, I'm coming back from Pax." I said. "Ohhhh" She nodded in understanding. "Well, aren't I lucky to have run into you." She smiled. She didn't seem as nervous now. I smiled in return. "Well why are YOU coming to L.A.?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Oh, I'm visiting my best friend for my birthday. Her name's Kaitlynn, she's a fan, too." She explained. We talked for the rest of the plane ride. She was pretty funny and interesting. I gave her my Skype so she could call me later. I wasn't quite gonna give her my phone number just yet- I've only known her for about an hour and a half, anyway. For such a short time, I feel like I can trust her. It's weird. We had been discussing our backstories and such when the plane landed. "So, I'll skype you when I get to Kaitlynn's house?" She asked. "Yep. I'll be waiting." I smiled at her. She chuckled. "Okay, talk to you then!"

*Your POV
As I stepped off the plane, I texted Kaitlynn.

Y: You K:Kaitlynn
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Y: just landed, so hurry up, my pitiful ass is freezing.

K: okay, needy. B there soon

Y: but srsly you will never guess what happened omg

K: you finally got a date?lmao

Y: I wish. But what happened was even more unlikely than that

K: what could be more unlikely than that?

Y: I'll tell you when you get here :)

K: God dammit.
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After 15 minutes I finally saw Kaitlynn's blonde curls. "Kaitlynn!" I squealed like I usually do when I greet her. "Hey you idiot!" Kaitlynn hugged me.

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As soon as I got inside Kaitlynn's house, I tore through my suitcase. I dug out my laptop and turned it on, not even bothering to plug it in, and opened skype.

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