Chapter 1

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Back to summer 2012,school is over and it's vacation time. Now I can spend my days chilling with my friends,making plans and enjoying life before the senior year starts.

The begenning of June is my favourite time of the year,but 2012 was kind of special to me because I was about to celebrate my super sweet 18,I felt like I'm a big girl and I should make some serious thinking about my future and my career rather than fun.

The 5th of June was awesome,a day with my best friends I couldn't ask for more. And like every year,I make a wish because I always ask for a specific change in my life.

That year,I asked for love with a big L.. A good guy,a perfect relationship! And yeah,I wanted to feel special to someone who will never ask me to change,no more crying in front of the TV each time I see a happy couple in movies. I wanted to live my own fantasy,I wanted to have my own definition of true love.

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It's been a week since my birthday,I've been online the whole day,talking to my friends and sharing news.. Nothing special! (The wish didn't worked out probably)

And then something happened,a certain guy named "Slim" sent me "hi" on Facebook. I was pretty much like "who the hell are you dude?" I didn't wanted to answer him back,I was too lazy to respond. I remember that I've seen him before,somewhere.. When I said hi to him,he started to refresh my memory

"We study at the same high school,I'm Slim I always wanted to get to know you but you were always hanging with your friends so I didn't wanted to bother you"

Well well well,I have a secret stucker and I didn't know it.

"Oh nice to meet you"

Since that day,we started to talk to each other daily. He's a nice guy,from his photos I can say that he liked wearing shorts more than pullovers,brown hair,brown eyes,cute smile.. He wanted to know things about me,my hobbies,my favourite type of music,my favourite movies.. He wanted to get closer to me (and so did I) but we never asked each other to meet because My ego was to high to do so,and he was too shy to ask. But after a while,he finally asked for my phone number.

Now what?

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