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Prolouge

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Prolouge

Jayden
I walk around my room, pacing back and forth. I continuously glance at my laptop.

"Do I send it Dad?" I yell, he is in the room next to mine so he should have heard me.

"Yes!" he yells back. I sigh anxiously, before standing in front of the laptop on my bed.

I lean down, tracing my fingers over the touch pad, hitting send. I scrunch my face up, I have no idea on what I am doing.

"I shouldn't have sent it!" I yell back once again, earning a laugh.

Oh boy, I think to myself. I double check that I emailed the write person, Ethan Dolan. I nod, then close my laptop.

Now it is the waiting game.

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I wake up the next day, the email being the first thing to come to mind.

The door of my room opens, revealing my older brother Tristan.

"What do you want?" I ask with a tired voice.

"To see if Ethan replied! He's only my favourite YouTuber and I want to see," he says, closing the door behind him.

I grunt, then sit up. I gesture my hand for my MacBook, which Tristan hands to me. He then sits at the edge of my bed.

I take a deep breath in and open it. I left it open on emails last night so I just refresh the old list. I see a new unread email appear and I close my eyes.

"You read it," I say, shoving the laptop at him. He chuckles, lifting it onto his lap.  

"Jayden! You're exactly what I've been looking for. And the fact you said you wouldn't mind going to bizarre but fun places makes it sound interesting. The tour starts in a few months, and I want to talk to you about dates to begin your new job. When are you able to meet up?" Tristan finishes. I give him wide eyes, covering my face with my hands.

"I have a job!" I yell, cheering. Tristan smiles widely.

"Tell him that I'm his biggest fan," he begs.

"I'll probably forget once I see his face in person," I gush at the thought.

"Whatever. Congrats," he smiles, "I'm hungry."

With that being said he leaves the room. I decide to reply, seeing Ethan did only twenty minutes ago.

Thank you! I am free through out this week, anytime you are. Is the Grove fine?

I sent it through. I stand up, getting out of my queen sized bed.

Let's just say, my parents have really good jobs.

I live in a two storey house, in a further away part of the city. It has fully wooden floors, more of a light brown oak. The only carpet is the small rugs that filled up some space in the bedrooms and bathmats as well. It isn't ridiculously big, but it is far from small.

I recently finished term three of my last year in high school, which has been the best. I haven't needed to put makeup on yet, and get teased.

I am the girl in high school that all the guys tried to get with. I was labelled "biggest boobs" and other things that targeted me.

Although I have never kissed anyone, or any other things people spread rumours about.

I'm about to turn eighteen, in a few days. My dad wants me to have a party but you need friends for that.

The only friend I have is a guy and my dad gets over protective. His name is Finn, there used to be many rumours that he had a crush on me.

I do admit, I had one on him too. But, that went away as he started dating an old friend of mine. It's too long of a story...

The MacBook dings, meaning there is a notification. I look at it, seeing it is another email from Ethan.

Yeah sure. Is there anyway I could give you my number? I'm not used to the whole emailing thing yet...

I laugh a bit, then reply.

If you trust me, sure. Would you like me to bring you my camera and show you some of the photos I've taken. Just to show you what I do?

Minutes later, another email is sent to me. His number. I pick up my iPhone 7, unlocking it. I put the phone number into my contacts.

I text him, saying who I am. He reads it, then the three dots appear.

I close my laptop, then walk out of my room with my phone. I walk down the stairs, into the kitchen.

The cold tiles freeze the bottom of my feet as I walk towards the pantry. I pull out a box of cereal, dropping my phone.

I quickly put the box of cereal on the marble island in the kitchen. Then, I pick up my phone. The front of the screen now is cracked.

Great.

It vibrates in my hands, the notification read: Ethan sent you a message. I open it, it is him agreeing with my option and that he is looking forward to it.

I smile, replying with whatever came to mind while I finished adding milk to my cereal.

The next message he sends makes my heart beat quicken. I'm not nervous because he's famous or anything. It's just, it's my first job interview and I don't want to mess it up.

Ethan
Is tomorrow okay?

Jayden B.
Yeah, 2:30??

Ethan
Sure!  I have to go, Grayson wants me to film with him. I'll see you tomorrow :)

Jayden B.
See you tomorrow :)

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