chapter 19

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-Celine's POV-

Right now I was sitting in Reed's car. His mom was driving to a restaurant. I kept telling her it was okay but after arguing for a while I caved. I was getting tired of the argument to be completely honest. I then changed clothes because I was just wearing a hoodie and sweats. When I was done we left. The car ride was really quiet. I was mainly on my phone on Twitter. When we finally got there I saw his friends. No way. I saw Joel, Jamiah, and Nathan. I know I know. I hate Reed currently. But before I was a huge fan. So I memorized everything about him. What he likes, his friends, family, everything. It's really bad about my obsession but I'm over it. Really. I know how hard it could be but if you actually met Reed you would too. All his fans live too far to actually know the real him. They only know the reed as the nice and kind hearted and innocent little boy. I was brought out of thoughts when I heard someone say,

"Hey. I'm J Ryan. What's your name?" 

It was Joel. Joel was actually talking to me. In person. The only time he talked to me was on twitter and on the twitcam. 

"Oh hi. I'm Celine. Nice to meet you." I said. 

I pray he doesn't recognize my voice or anything. Good thing my twitter icon doesn't show my face otherwise he would recognize me almost instantly. It felt weird. I was the only girl here. That is besides the parents. It strange for the fact I know everything about them but yet they know nothing about me. They talked with Reed about stuff that has been happening since he moved here from San Antonio. I was basically on my phone. I also talked with Joel too. He was really nice and funny. Way different than Reed is. I mean, sure he was nice and funny online but he was even better in person. I just wished Reed was who I expected him to be instead of a jerk. I talked a little to Nathan and jamiah too. They're also really really nice. Too much niceness! The whole time I kept thinking how people like them could be best friends with someone like Reed. Soon the dinner was over. I exchanged numbers with all Reed's friends. At least this was better than I expected it to be that's for sure.

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