The Perfect Love Story

Chapter 1

Today was just another ordinary summer day, I woke up at 10, stayed in bed until noon, got up, and went to the family room to watch Netflix. All of the sudden I heard a knock on the door. 

"Who could that be?" I ask myself. We were expecting my moms boyfriend and son to come over but not until tonight. I slowly open the door and notice my best friend Max standing there.

"Hey!" Max stands in the doorway with a huge smile on his face. "Can I come in? Please?" He does a puppy dog face.

"Um of course!" I move out of the doorway and shut the door. Max makes his was into the family room and stands by the stairs.

"Who is it, Laura?" I hear my mom yell. I rush into the kitchen with Max following fairly close behind me.

"Its just Max." I sit down at the table where I see my mom is looking through a magazine that says 'How to lose 6 pounds in one night!' I giggle at it and look to see what column she is reading. Just her usual, the column that gives advise on how to talk to your teen about their problems and how to confront them about things they need to be careful about. "Mom, really? Stop reading that! You give perfect advise and don't need help from a magazine."

"Hi Ms. Quinn" Max says sweetly trying to lessen the awkwardness. He sits across from me and grabs an apple and begins eating it.

"Hello Max! I didn't know you were coming over. I would say you could stay the night but we have guests coming later."

"Oh its no problem. I just came to see my best friend and talk to her about some stuff. Speaking of talking um when can we talk Laur?" That has always been his nickname for me. At first I hated it but now I just go with it. My mom finds it adorable and smiles every single time he says it. 

"How about now?" I signal for him to walk upstairs with me and we walk upstairs then go into my room. We sit on my bed and I grab my phone and turn on some music. "What do you want to talk about?"

"As you know we have been friends for, hold on." He begins counting on his fingers. "Been friends since 6, about 16" he mumbles. "9 years! And um, we will have been friends for 10 years on the 17th so in a week and four days," he smiles.

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" I ask knowing that he'll just want to go to a theme pak and then have a picnic under the stars like every year.

"Well, I was hoping this year it could be a bit different." I notice him begin to blush and start playing with his phone case.

"What do you mean?" I whisper. My stomach begins to fill with butterflies.

"I wanted to talk to you today, about us."

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