Chapter One

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        It was the end to a beautiful summer day. I'd just come home from Warped Tour in the first year that I'd ever gone. It was moderately hot outside, so I had to drink lots of water, which resulted in me having to piss really bad when I got home. I slipped out of my jeans and into my athletic shorts, which somehow had torn, even though I'd only had them for a month or two.

        I slide into the kitchen in my brand new socks and peeked into the fridge for something sweet to drink. I needed my soda, because living without soda is awful. I grabbed my Coke, along with some Doritos, and went back to my room to relax for a while. I can honestly say that the circle pit at the Attila set was amazing.

        I felt my phone vibrate from inside my pocket. I pull it out and look to see who texted me. It was Callum with her random Supernatural references, and this time it read "Dean Winchester is saved."

        I texted her back saying "Dammit, Callum. Are you really that far behind on SPN?"

        "Sadly, yes," she replied, "but I'm not so far back that I don't know what you're talking about."

        "That was from season 4," I stated, with a smile on my face, "I'm nearly finished with Season 9."

        "Fuck you," Callum said. I'm sure she was laughing her ass off when she sent that, too.

        I check the time just to be sure that I have a couple hours left before bedtime. "Shit, it's already fucking 11? Ugh, are you kidding me?" 

        Okay, well I guess bedtime comes a lot sooner when you aren't paying attention, but maybe I paid too little attention to the clock. I drowsily walk to the bathroom, as does every teenager that I know, and I slide the shower curtain open and turn on the faucet. As I'm getting undressed all I can think of is what this girl said to me this morning at Warped Tour...

        "My kik user-name is ledalovesyuh_ and you should totally kik me later."

         Maybe I should, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone and open kik.

        I typed in her user-name and it pulled up her profile. Her name read Leda Hines, and her picture is absolutely astonishing, might I add. She's honestly really adorable, but get this, I'm not. I honestly have no clue why she would even want me to kik her, of all people at Warped. Was it my band merch? I guess we'll have to find out.

        "Hey, is this the girl who gave me her kik at Warped?" I asked, still slightly confused about the subject.

        "Yes it is. Name's Leda," she says. In a weird way, I kind of... imagined her saying it...

        "Oh cool, I'm Alecara, but my friends just call me Jayk." 

        Yes, I am a female. I don't know why my friends call me Jayk. Somebody accidentally called me that once and it just sort of... stuck.

       "Well, do you want to meet up and get lunch sometime? I'm free tomorrow, but busy for the rest of the week," she implies.

        "Yeah, totally! We could hit up Starbucks! I live about a block from one."

        "Okay, what's it by? I'll try to find it."

        "It's actually right in front of the Target on 14th Street," I tell her, excitement coursing through my veins. 

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