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Chapter 3

Total filler, in third person, don't kill me.

Zack lay awake in his bunk, it was a cold winter this year, abnormal for the United States to be honest. It had reached incredibly low temperatures in even the warmest of states, and some of them even recieved snow. The sound of the bus getting moved by the wind was the only he heard aside from soft snores and a few tosses and turns from his band mates. He let out a sigh and thought to himself how awkward it was that he missed someone that he had met for maybe a total of 5 minutes, so badly. It made no sense to any of the other boys, aside from Telle, but he was the grandpa, he claimed to understand everything. He heard Colby's feet hit the floor and the jingling of her collar tags as she shook herself awake. He patted softly on his blanket, alerting her so she could possibly cuddle back to sleep with the long haired guitarist.

When the Sun started to rise, he praised at the fact that this was an off day and he could sleep off his thoughts of the girl with the long dark hair from the bookstore. He wondered if he could find her on Twitter, maybe Instagram. But how could he do that without being weird? He pulled the blanket up higher and put the pillow over his face. He wished he could find her. Just to hear her voice once more or even just get to know her. He thought he deserved the luxery of her, especially after his most previous breakup.

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Eliza wondered about the boy who spilled the coffee on her. Zack, was it? Wasn't that his name? She constantly wondered if maybe she pushed him away with the whole refusing to accept his offer of the new shirt, or the fact that she hadn't really returned to that part of the city now that she was a little worried to run into him. She didn't really feel the need to become attached to someone else. She didn't want to get her hopes up and her guard down because thats how other people can destroy her. She wasn't really ready for that. She had let the anxiety caused by a stranger keep her from going into public but she was constantly curious as to what he might be upto and who he was with. She seemed immediatly intrigued by him, but as previously mentioned she turned him away due to her fear of someone or something tearing her down more than she could have done to herself.

The kitchen table chair made a dragging noise accross the old wooden floor as she gripped her coffee mug and peaked out of her window and onto the city streets. It was a beauitful city, and she wondered if it would be beautiful without someone, or if she should let herself get to know another person.