Almost

Chapter I

She was lying on the floor of the living room when it happened. She as home alone, and at this time of day (11:11, to be exact) nothing ever happened, since mostly everybody was at work, or shopping, or whatever. But the strangest thing happened. She heard the roar of an engine, and it sounded like it belonged to a motorcycle or a sports car. (NOTE: keep in mind, she doesn't know much about cars, people!) She parted the curtains and peered through. A motorcycle (what do you know, she was right!) whizzed past multiple times, going back and forth on the road in front of her house. She was, in fact, curious as to why this person was doing what he/she was doing. So, in her bleach-splashed medium wash jeans (not intentionally splashed with bleach, btw) and her pure white cami, she rushed outside on the hot pavement of her driveway in bare feet. As she jogged to the edge of the driveway, some of her golden-blonde hair fell out of the messy bun she had pulled it back in when she woke up. The motorcycle slowed to a stop as she reached the end. The person pulled off the helmet to reveal a boy underneath about Taylor's age. In her opinion, he wasn't that bad-looking. He was kinda cute.

"Hi..." he said, his voice trailing off in the end.

"Hi." Taylor replied, her voice completely monotonous. She cleared her throat. "So, what do you think you're doing here?"

"Riding my bike. What does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, revealing perfectly snow-white teeth. "The name's Morgan." he winked, and Taylor folded her arms and cocked an eyebrow, not buying the bad-boy charm he seemed to think he had.

"Taylor."

He looked down at her feet, pointing at them. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"No, it feels like I'm walking on memory-foam." she gave him a fake smile, tilting her head to one side.

"Ha."

"That's not supposed to be funny, Morgan."

"You're cute."

"I don't care."

"Right."

"Get out."

"What?!" he laughed.

"Get out."

"Why?"

"My family's property is a no-trespassing zone, and if I remember correctly, you're trespassing. So you can either get your sorry butt out of here or you can get arrested once I call the cops."

"Fine!"

And with that, he put on his helmet and drove away.

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Hi guys! So, I decided to write another story. I know I'm still writing my Narnia fanfiction, but I know I can multitask. Either way, I already have this story written and finished in my notebook, so you guys shouldn't have to wait long for chapters. In fact, I'll probably post a couple more chapters today. Anyway, I'm gonna start working on chapter two. Later!