A Fluke of Wanderlust

Prologue

- 7 years ago -

Aspen's Pov

Music's booming through the walls, red solo cups lie on our lawn, and countless seniors are in our house.

Just another Friday night at our house, or shall I say Hunter's house. Seeing as the only room I take up on Fridays is my own. Hunter's my annoying brother who happened to come out the womb 2 years earlier than me. Making him in charge when our parents aren't home, hence the parties on Fridays.

Me? I'm just in my room trying to block out the sound of drunk teenagers. Don't get me wrong, I'm not antisocial. According to my friends, they can't get me to stop talking. But 17-year-olds full of booze aren't exactly fun to talk to, especially when they're too busy grinding on each other.

Currently, I'm scrolling through my laptop praying someone's online. But apparently, no one's up to video chat at 11 p.m. I scroll through the list of add friends and find that a guy named Gage is online.

Why not? I ask myself while sending a request. A light ding sounds immediately revealing that he accepted. Bracing myself, I suck in a tight ball of air and click on the button labeled video chat. He appears on my screen. He doesn't look like a psychopath, kidnapper, or murderer I think I'm safe. With grey brown eyes staring right back at mine, a welcoming smile, and messy brown hair falling to his face. He looks about my age, 15. Attractive 15 year old guys can't be murderers... can they?

"Hey Stranger, you don't happen to be a psychopath, kidnapper, or murder do you?" I ask while smiling, my brown hair falling down to my shoulders.

"No," he chuckles. "I'm actually a predator."

My eyes bulge, apparently it was noticeable because he started cackling.

"hAhA not funny, I was scared I was gonna have some weird Tom Bundy case on my hands!" I defend.

"How does that work? I'm not an old perverted dude!" He exclaims.

"Well ya never know..." I reply.

"Fine then let's get to know each other stranger," he starts. "My name is Gage Wallace, I'm 16, and if you haven't already guessed by the accent I'm from London."

"Really London I had no idea!" I retort with my most cheesiest British accent.

"Hey I don't sound like that!"

"Well my name is Aspen Moore, I'm 15 soon to be 16 though, and I'm currently in a house full of drunk teens."

"Wow. You seem like you live a pretty eventful life." He says.

"If by eventful you mean stocked with gnarly headaches, then yes, I do."

"Better than living in a life made up of schedules, having controlling parents, and being homeschooled all of your life." He sighs longingly.

"Wow um, how do I respond to that.. I like your shirt!" I blurt out. It wasn't a lie, the shirt was fine, a simple black tee.

"I like your shirt too," he laughs, wavy brown hair getting in his eyes.

I look down and find my pajama top lined with puns staring back at me. "Ha Ha, as a matter of fact, puns are one of the best things in this world." I retort, turning beet red.

"Well then you're in luck because I have one, I'm super friendly with 25 of the alphabet letters, I just don't know why." He grins

Beaming I say, "This just may be the start of a beautiful friendship."

He smiles. I smile. Then my door abruptly opens to two teenagers making out, trying to feel their way to my bed. My eyes are wide and I'm frozen with shock, Gage, my new found friend is silently laughing, and the couple still have no idea.

I clear my throat and they jump in surprise. They apologize while quickly leaving, faces full of embarrassment.

The door closes. I'm still in shock. Gage is now laughing out loud. "Is this a thing that happens often to you?" he chuckles.

"Apparently" I laugh.

"This really is the start of a beautiful friendship," he states. "I really enjoyed talking to you Aspen, I have to go now but I'll see you tomorrow."

We left with smiles on our faces.

And a promise of tomorrow.

That was broken.

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