Chapter 1

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"Love. You read about it in books, watch movies about it and even listen to millions of songs about its consequences but still love is never how you would expect it to be. I mean how do we even know what love is... because to be honest if you think about it everyone has a different point of view on just about everything these days meaning love must mean something different to everyone. So that's my outlook on the topic.

What would you guys like me to talk about next week? Leave your suggestions below."

With a heavy handed click I pressed publish. Another blog post done for the week... I mean sure the only people who actually care to read my blog are my closest friends and my elderly neighbour but it still feels good to be sharing my wisdom with the world-if you can even call it that. I shut my laptop and put it  on the side deciding that I should probably get out and do something because usually I am lazy arsehole who does fuck all at the weekends-at least that's what one of my best friends tells me-in her words "You need to get out". So instead of following my normal weekend regime (consisting of Netflix and mountains of unhealthy snacks) I got up and out of my room, put on some shoes and went out for a run.

The second my foot stepped outside I could tell that I was going to regret this but I had to do it Abbey's comment echoed in my head. I had to prove to her that I was not lazy. I started my running music and then set off. I don't usually go for runs but I do know a few good routes to take around my area. I stopped halfway through my run to take in the scenery who knew England could be this pretty. Maybe Abbey was right, maybe getting out of the house isn't so bad...

I started to zone out but was bought back to the real world when someone tapped my shoulder.

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Author's note:

Hey... This is my first ever story on here so don't judge. I just wanna say thanks for clicking on my story (I literally do not know what to type here and am almost squirming at how cringy i am in this note so i am going to stop typing now)

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