Chapter one.

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The Hopeless Romantic: This person is in love with love. They believe in fairy tales and love. All hopeless romantics are idealists, the sentimental dreamers, the imaginative and the fanciful when you get to know them. They make love look like an art form with all of the romantic things they do for their special someone.   

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The tricky thing about hopeless romantics is that when we fall in love with someone and we say hello and it's magical, we never imagined with that hello turning into a goodbye and when we have a first kiss with someone and it's magical, we never ever imagined that someday that could turn into a last kiss.

Life is a funny thing. You never know what to expect, you never know what's around the corner. Sometimes, the things you don't expect can be the best things ever. It could be when you get asked to prom or it could be when you get that famous smile from your crush. The simplest things can put a huge smile on your face; it doesn't have to be big. It just has to mean something.

My name is Avery Winters and I'm The Hopeless Romantic.

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I always tended to think about 'the one.' I mean, was he out there? Was I waiting for him to just walk into my life and make me feel complete? I had never experienced a first date, a first kiss or anything like that. In fact, I've hardly done anything adventurous in my life. I was not bold, I was not outgoing. I was shy and I basically lived under a rock.

That is, until I met someone. Someone who made me think outside the box. Someone who showed my true self, someone who made me think long and hard about this little thing we call life. Let's flashback to the very first day of senior year, it was cold, right?

Very cold.  

The morning cool air hit my face like crashing waves. I loved the winter air, I loved wearing oversized jumpers and sweatpants. I loved the feeling of wrapping up on a winter's night, watching reruns of an old TV show but today was a Monday and it wasn't winter yet. It was the day where I started my senior year in Santa Monica, my hometown. My life was one big ball of nothing. It was boring and nothing exciting happened; sometimes I wished I could fly away from here. So many things have happened here and I wanted to leave and never turn back but I couldn't.

I would be eighteen soon and I was already waiting for the school year to end. Ever since I was fifteen, I stopped sleepwalking through my life. I woke up and reality hit me like a ton of heavy bricks. I found myself but I'm far from perfect. My acne never seemed to disappear, I felt self conscious which was why I covered myself up and I was not the girl the guys fell over. I was boring. But part of me wondered what it would be like to be perfect. No insecurities, beautiful and had every guy waiting for her. I was nearly eighteen and I had never been in love, how lame was I?

I waited by the bus stop, feeling the lovely breeze pick up. I really wasn't looking forward to school but if I wanted to get into a good college, I had no choice. I heard the bus' roar from down at the end of the street and it finally approached the bus stop. Once it arrived, the doors opened wide and I stepped on like I had been doing for the past three years. I smiled shyly at the driver who returned the smile, my eyes gazed to the seats where students from my school were laughing and throwing paper balls at each other.

I searched for my best friend who was usually on the bus before me. A hand shot up and waved frantically for me to notice. "Avery!" The voice of my best friend screamed over the people's chatter.

I made no eye contact with anyone on the bus as I trailed down the aisle. The doors closed and the bus roared back to life. I finally saw my best friend, Gwen Summers, smiling at me. Her perfect blond hair fell neatly over her shoulders and her blue eyes were the color of the ocean. I had always envied Gwen as she had everything I wanted.

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