Y/n-Your name
l/s-Long or short
H/C-Hair color
S/C-Skin color
E/C-Eye color
Y/NN-Your nickname
Third POV
When James was in fifth grade, he lived in Maine. He only stayed there for a year though but yet, he found a girl named Y/n L/n. She was a badass. She always helped James out and took him to beautiful places around the small town that James lived in. She helped him befriend her friends and always hung out with him. She and James would steal their bully's horses and ride them through the forests, down the river, through town, and pretty much anywhere. If the sheriff is called, Y/n made sure that she was the one who got into trouble, not James. James thought she was the best thing that had happened in his life.
And she was.
Y/n was Irish. She and her family moved to Maine when she was six and moved into a huge house outside of the small town of Quinton. She has l/s H/C hair with S/C skin. She also had sparkling E/C eyes that seemed to drill into your mind whenever she looked at you. She didn't give a damn about her looks but she somehow perfected it. But, just because she looked pretty didn't mean she acted polite. She was a troublemaker. When she began to get bullied by a boy named Ray Usher, she decided to turn things around and then flip her plan upside down. She and Ray would get into fights all the time, even after school. When Y/n met James, she was head over heels for him. And so was James. But, Y/n didn't know that. She was too afraid to even admit her feelings. Thoughts always spurred in her head such as: What if he doesn't like me back?
The two were best friends. That's that. When James moved away, Y/n was devastated. She was in some sort of state of depression. Her family tried to help her but it didn't help. James was the same way also but he got over it as two years passed. Soon, the two completely forgot about each other. Now, Y/n was twenty-three years old and James was twenty-four. James lived in New York city while Y/n lived in Ireland. It was nearly impossible for the two to find each other again.
Well, almost impossible.
Jame's POV
Quinton, Maine, never really popped into my mind at all for eleven years. I was talking to Thomas in a small cafe when I thought about it for the first time. I think I only thought about it only because of some sign in the cafe that showed all the states in the United States. I stared at it for a bit before Thomas snapped me back to reality. Thomas asked," Are you alright, James?" I answered," Uh, y-yeah. What about we talk later? I gotta make a call." Thomas asked," Call who? What's wrong?" Our sudden turn of conversation caught Alexander's attention. I knew Thomas and Alexander weren't exactly friends so I had to try not to gain anymore attention from him or else there is going to be a fight inside of a cafe.
I answered as fast as possible," Washington and nothing's wrong!" I then quickly walked out of there. Jesus, that was terrifying. Something was wrong. I just felt it when I glanced at the state of Maine on that stupid sign. I don't even know what's wrong! It's as if something bad is happening somewhere and I can feel it. But, it feels like it has happened in the past. What the Hell happened in Maine? Not so much. Just me and...and...and someone else. I can't remember them but I knew them. Actually, I haven't seen or heard from them in eleven years. Why did this just happen now?
James was pushed up against a grey locker. A boy with wavy red hair and hazel eyes snarled," What the fuck did you say?" James squirmed uneasily under the boy's grip. James stuttered," I-I said that y-your an asshole." The boy suddenly threw a punch at James' face and James bit his tongue, trying not to scream in pain. He tried to kick the boy but his legs were pinned down by the boy's other goons. Another punch was thrown. The boy pulled his arm back again as if he was an archer pulling an arrow back to shoot but was interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat. The boy loosened his grip on James but he still had a strong grip on James which prevented him from running off. The boy turned his head, ready to trashmouth another poor kid like James when a small fist smashed into the boy's face. The boy screamed in pain, his jaw all messed up. James nearly fell when the boy let go of him. James eyes spotted a small girl with l/s H/C hair and dangerous E/C eyes. She was shorter than James but she somehow managed to dislocate the boy's jaw. She said," Sorry but this is my locker, asshole. Go blow your friends somewhere else." The boy stared at her in awe, terrible awe, before growling," Fine, bitch." James watched as the small fifth grade girl punched him again and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He screeched in pain before being hauled off by his goons. The girl turned to James and he visibly flinched from her intense stare and posture. Her eyes softened, but didn't show pity. She offered him a hand and James grabbed it. He was surprised that she was able to haul his fat ass up. The girl brushed a strand of hair out of her face and asked," Who're you?" James answered nervously," J-James Madison." The girl stuck out her hand and James took it, shaking it. She introduced," L/n. Y/n L/n." James smiled at her silly but yet formal introduction. He asked," Are you James Bond or something?" Y/n laughed and answered sarcastically," Totally."
