The Eleanor Diaries

Chapter 9. Cannonball

"Stones taught me to fly, Love taught me to lie, Life taught me to die, So it's not hard to fall, When you feel like a cannonball." -Little Mix "Cannonball"

A/N. There will be a lot of Little Mix and Demi Lovato songs, because there so relatable! If you'd like to suggest songs, I'd be happy to listen:) Thanks!

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I lay in bed, hoping I could just drown in the covers.

It was a Saturday, and I'm home alone.

I heard my phone vibrate from my bedside table.

'From: Peyton:D

I'm in town. Sooo were hanging out, k? (:'

'To: Peyton:D

Raincheck? I don't wanna get outta bed...'

'From: Peyton:D

Butttt I never get to see youuuuuu, c'mon E!'

I laughed at her eagerness. I knew she wouldn't take a no for an answer.

I typed a quick 'ok' and got outta bed and changed into some Victoria's secret sweatpants and hoodie. There's no need to impress my best friend, really. She's seen me at my worst plenty of times.

I go downstairs and grab a glass of milk and a donut.

As I'm eating, I hear a knock at the door. Wow, that was fast, Peyton.

I open the door, donut hanging out of my mouth and hair untamed to find a guy standing before me.

He has blonde hair that's made into a quiff, with a bit of brunette roots coming through. He has sparkling blue eyes. He's lean and average height, but way taller than me.

"Um, your not my brother." Is all he says.

I gave him a strange look. I look down to my chest. "No, I don't recall becoming a boy overnight." I said.

He starts laughing. "No, your definitely not a boy." he replies.

"Uh, thanks?" I say unsure.

He laughs again. "Sorry, I obviously got the wrong address." he says.

I fake a smile. "It's fine," I say as I start to close the door, he stops me.

"I'm Vince, by the way." he introduces.

"Eleanor," I say.

He genuinely smiles. "Nice to meet you." he says.

I smile. Then we hear a car horn. "I have to go, but here." He hands me a folded up paper, then runs off.

I open it to reveal a phone number. Wait, was he interested in me? Did he always carry his number in his pocket?

Then another knock on the door startles me.

I open it to reveal my blonde best friend. She flings her arms around me. "Hey! What's that?" she gestures to the paper in my hands.

"Grocery list," I lie.

She squints her eyes at me. "Your my best friend. You think I can't tell when your lying?"

I roll my eyes. "It's just this guys number." I say nonchalantly.

Her eyes widen, she grabs my shoulders and shakes me. "Seriously?! El, this is big!" she exclaims.

I roll my eyes at her excitement. "So what's his name?" She asked.

"Uh, Vince,"

"Vince what?" she asks.

"I don't know,"

"Well, how'd you meet?" she prys.

"He showed up on my doorstep." I said.

She looks at me confused. "Uh, a bit creepy, don't you think?" she asks.

"No, he was looking for his brother. But he gave him the wrong address."

"Ooh, it's fate! You've met him for a reason!" she says.

I roll my eyes again. "It was a misunderstanding, not fate."

"Uh-Huh, sure. Believe what you want." she smirks to herself.