'B' is for Basic, 'E' is for Extra

chapter 1: dat boy Jacob

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I'm Ariana (not the Ariana Grande, though I've often been compared to her.)! I live in the suburbs in California with my mom and french bulldog, Fresco. I'm not like other girls and not super pretty either. I have tan skin with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm also really skinny and most of my friends are jealous of me. But I don't know why because I'm not attractive at all. *sigh* I don't think a boy will ever look twice at me.

A lot of extra girls' favorite movie is Mean Girls, but mine isn't. I like The Notebook. Speaking of The Notebook, I'm a huge nerd because I frequently read books (about two times per week). My friends are always telling me to get my cute little nose out of books because I might damage their reputations. But I don't care about my reputation. I'm a rebel like that.

I also write in a thing called a "dairy" (you could call this my dairy). I try to write as much as possible, but I get so busy with all the parties I go to on the weekends. 

I'm officially starting my dairy today because something amazing happened that I have to share!!!

So, I woke up in the morning and yawned really big because I got a full twelve hours of sleep. I stepped out of the warmth of my fluffy blankets as my fluffy rug greeted me. I stood in the mirror and examined myself. Yep, not like other girls. I pulled my hair out of my messy bun as it fell in perfect waves around my oval-shaped face. I rolled my eyes and sighed frustratingly: why did my hair have to be so out-of-control? So not fair. I bit my lips to make them more pink and then changed into clothes. I put on my jean shorts and my oversized t-shirt that says "Dream a Little". I'm probably going to get made fun of for my eccentric fashion choices, but I don't care. Then, I hear a truck outside.

I race to the window to see people walking into the house across from the house I'm in right now. OMG, I realize. The new neighbors are here! Turns out, the truck was a moving truck! It was either FedEx or UPS...I can't remember. After the truck left, my mom called me from downstairs. 

"Come meet the new neighbors, Ariana!"

Weren't they just going inside their new home? I shrugged and ran downstairs. As I swung open the front door and run across the pavement, I tripped over my converse shoelaces and fell hard to the ground. Luckily, I didn't chip my pedicured nails, not that I care about things like that. 

I looked up and there stood a boy that was so familiar, but I couldn't make him out. He helped me get up and I instantly recognized him. It was JACOB SARTORIUS. The sunshine made a halo around his head and brought out his beautiful features. My legs felt noodly. 

"Hey," Jacob smirked.

"Hiiiiii," I said, as casual as possible.

"Hey," he said again. This time he winked while saying it. My heart started doing gymnastics.

"Why don't y'all go upstairs to Ariana's room and get to know each other?" my mom said.

"Ok," I giggled.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him through the front door, upstairs, and into my bedroom. I quickly let go of his hand and ran my fingers through my hair, trying not to appear desperate. All he did was smirk and wink and look around my room. I hoped he wasn't going to judge me for not being like other girls as he noticed my circular mirror, polaroid pictures, Post Malone records, and.....OH NOOOO. His eyes fell on my Jacob Sartorius posters that filled up every inch of my walls. 

"I can see you're not like other girls," he said.

"Nope," I said, trying to remember how to breathe. 

Jacob smirked and winked. I giggled. He smirked and winked again. I giggled again. Then, he smirked and winked five times in a row. I giggled five times in a row.

He stepped toward me and then BOOM. Just like that, we were kissing. I don't know how much time passed, maybe a billion years! The kiss became more aggressive as I yanked his Nike shirt, causing a small rip to appear. He broke apart and smirked at me. 

"Hey, easy on the abs." He winked and we kissed again. 

Suddenly, my mom flung my bedroom door open. "Ooooooo," she said.

"Mom!" I stomped my foot in frustration. 

"Sorry kids," she smiled, "but it's time for Jacob to leave."

She left my room, leaving Jacob and I standing in silence. I blushed and played with my locks. Then, Jacob spoke.

"Well, I'll see you."

He smirked and left me by myself. As I looked around my bedroom at the Jacob posters, all I could think was, "Life can't get better than this."

Annnnnnddd that's the end of CHAPTER ONE. I love writing stuff like this because it requires zero thought and effort. Keep a lookout for serious, wholesome fiction, but for now, you'll have to deal with this. CHAPTER TWO is coming soon. :))))))