•Chapter 1•

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Author's note- Hello! This is our first story so please don't come for us lol x

(Y/N)- Your name
(M/N)- Middle name
(L/N)- Last name
(P/N)- Pet's name
(Y/F)- Your Favourite

Your alarm went off. The chime pierced your ear drums. You groaned and sat up. You swung your legs around and they hit the soft floor below. You stood up, waddled over to your closet and put your outfit for the day on.

  You stood up, waddled over to your closet and put your outfit for the day on

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You walked downstairs and you're greeted your dog, (P/N). You feed him/her and then get food for yourself. You eat a basic breakfast of (Y/F) cereal because who can ACTUALLY be bothered to cook on a Monday morning?

After about half an hour you're ready for the day. You grab your phone and your ear phones and play Northern Downpour with your volume all the way up, trying to drown out your responsibilities with the sound or Ryan Ross's beautiful voice.

After approximately 10 minutes you reach the bus stop. You had only just made it in time as the bus was due within the next few minutes.

5 minutes pass and the bus arrives. You get on the bus and pay for your seat. Once you've payed you look for somewhere to sit. There's only one seat left. You carefully wander up to it and sit down. The person you perch next to looks familiar, very familiar. They have messy brown hair and dark hazel eyes, they're wearing a dark hoodie and a black ripped jeans.

After a while you put your music back on. You decide to turn the volume down on the music because you don't want to disturb the person next to you.

After a while you start to feel like someone's watching you.. you look back at the boy beside you and you realise that it's him who's staring at you. You study his features and realise that it's the one and only RYAN ROSS. You feel your mouth drop as you continue to make direct eye contact with the perfect human being beside you.

(Sorry this was a short first chapter! I'll make sure that the next one's longer! -Holly)

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