Chapter one

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Every time it rains, I'm dancing in it. Music is kinda like my life source. It makes me actually feel emotions, and it saves me from reality. I don't really go out much because of most of the time, I'm upstairs, in my room, writing songs and making music.

But today is different. Let's just say, it's brown haired boy different. As cheesy as that may sound, I think it will be quite wonderful. The thought of being held by the arms of someone you love just makes my heart race. Makes me feel all giggly and tingly to be honest.

Well, for today I decided to put on something casual, innocent, and cute. Basically anything I wear to be honest. But to be a little more specific, I threw on a yellow summer dress with white keds. After I saw a barbie doll staring back at me in the mirror, I changed into a short sleeved white T-Shirt that read "Fries before guys", which I thought was the best way to show him I had humor.

Then, to top of my 'girlfriend material' outfit, I put on ripped skinny jeans, keeping the white keds on. As I looked in the mirror, I realized that not my whole wardrobe was all rainbow and unicorns. Some of it was also instagram and boys. Aka typical teenage girl.

I looked at my hair in the mirror, wondering about what I should do to at least show some innocence. Then it hit me, literally. My curling iron fell off my desk and hit my foot hard, making myself let out a yelp. My friends always told me that I sound like a puppy when I yelp. I don't know if I should take it as a compliment or act like Veronica Sawyer from heathers when she pukes on Heathers dress. Now there's someone who I'd love to get life tips from.

Setting my thoughts of Heathers aside, I picked up my curling iron. I plugged it in before sitting down and curling my long ginger hair. As I did so, I looked at my freckled covered nose and cheeks. It look like someone splattered light brown paint on my face. Then, I looked at my hidden lashes that were the same color as my hair. The only thing different were my eyes. My emerald green eyes.

They're the brightest green eyes I've ever seen. They actually had a bit of a glow like feature to them. Which I thought was what made me special in my own little way.

Once I was done curling my hair, I began working on my freckles. I've always hid them. No one has known about my freckles except for my parents. I began covering my face with makeup, hiding every last freckle. Once my freckles were hidden, I began working on my eyelashes. I put about two coats of mascara on to hide the fact that I my eyelashes looking like they came out of Ed Sheeran's hair.

Finally, I was satisfied with my appearance. I grabbed my phone along with my purse before heading out the door. I agreed with the brown haired boy to meet at the cafe that I always go to. The Bluebird Cafe. It was in the village that I lived in. And, for some silly reason, I was a regular customer there.

Once I arrived at the cafe, all I was thinking was brown haired boy. My brown haired boy. I looked around at all of the table, searching for him. Suddenly, I spotted him in the far corner, he loved sitting in corners. My Tannor was sitting in the corner. I don't know why but it seemed funny and kinda cute at the same time. I hurried over to him like a lost puppy find her owner after being lost for multiple days.

Once he saw me, I could feel the warmth coming from his smile and his open arms as he stood up. I took my chance and ran into them. We both laughed out our excitement. Oh how much I loved that sexy laugh of his.

"Hello Anna my dear, I already ordered your green tea for you," He greeted as he pecked my cheek.

I smiled while I felt a tint of red appear on my chipmunk cheeks. I sat down in the chair that was on the other side of our table happily. As I watched him sit down, I caught a glimpse of his lips and bit my bottom one. Fighting the urge to bite his bottom lip. He had just kissed my cheek for the first time not even 1 minute ago and I already wanted to devour every inch of his body.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I smiled while hooking my hair behind my right ear slyly. He watched me and let out an amused chuckle. I looked at him quite confused before he responded saying, "Dear Anna, you can not fool me with your quote on quote innocence."

I could feel every freckle on my face turn a deep red. I stuck my tongue out at him as he did the same in a playfully way. Once our drinks arrived, our conversation began.

"So," I began, "how was the drive?"

He groaned. "Oh Anna don't even get me started.."

Tannor laughed as I giggled.

"What does it feel like to be a college student? Or are you already defending a rapist?" I asked with sarcasm in my voice. Tannor was going into law school. He wanted to be a lawyer. I am against it because I despise lawyers. The reason why I despise lawyers is because they defend bad guys, ruining victims lives just for money. I find it sickening.

He sighed as he reached over the table, grabbing my hand as he gently rubs the top of it with his thumb.

He softly and quietly spoke in a reassuring voice, "Baby, I know you don't agree with my work but please, at least support me. Ok?"

I looked at his pleading puppy dog eyes. And I thought I was the puppy dog.

I let out a long sigh, "Fine, but I still won't agree with it."

I looked at our hands, trying to block out anything else that surrounded us. I wanted to tell him I love you but, I knew we were both too nervous to do so. Instead, he copied what I was doing. And in that moment, we felt like a bride and groom kissing after saying their final vows. Only seeing each other in the whole entire world and no one else.

Strangely, he pulled his hand away as a blonde smiled at him. I looked at her heavy makeup. She was pretty. I didn't think it was a big deal so I brushed it off.

He quickly looked over at me while scratching the back of his head. "Hey how about we meet again tomorrow, I'm gonna stay here so that I can pay for our food."

I tilted my head while standing up before grabbing my purse along with my phone. "You sure?"

He nodded as he smiled up at me. "Quite."

"Hm, ok." I kissed his cheek and then waved goodbye happily as I left our cafe. I thought about the blonde, but then brushed it off again.




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