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It's been two days since I met that Evan guy. I can't stop thinking about him. I have so many questions to ask him. I wonder if he goes to the same school as me?
I've looked for him on every social network and I can't find him. Is he even real? Was I imagining the whole thing?

My phone vibrates. It's an unknown number. I hate having unknown numbers text me. I pick my phone up and unlock it.
Text message:
unknown:
"Hi, remember me?"
Is that it? But is that him? or is this a prank? ugh so many questions! my phone vibrates again.
"I should probably mention that this is Evan ;)"
Okay, well that's one question answered. What should I send back? I begin to type.
"Hey Evan! :) x"
Maybe I shouldn't have sent that kiss. I might have fucked this whole thing up! Sarah you fucking idiot! Ugh!
I yawn. I feel my eyelids getting heavier and fall asleep

I bolt up when I hear my phone. "Hello" I answer in a croaky voice.

"Hey" the voice whispers. It's a guy's voice. This person is American. It's Evan.

"Evan?" I ask.

"Yes it's Evan. Fancy coming for a drive?"

"ugh yeah okay"

"Meet me at our bench okay?"

"okay" I blush when he says our bench. He's so random.

He hangs up and I throw some leggings and an old baggy my chemical romance top on. I run downstairs quietly and slip my black DM's on. I sneak out the door and walk swiftly to the park.

I see him sat on 'our bench'. I take a deep breath and smile at him. "Hey" I whisper with a wave.

"You ready" he asks

"Yeah" I reply.

"okay let's go!" he says and gestures for me to hold his hand so slip my hand into his.
His hands are soft and warm. He's pretty much a stranger but it feels like I've known him forever.

We get to his little red car and he opens the door for me so I hop in. He gets in the other side and we start driving.

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