I Call It Love (Rocklyn Fanfic)

Chapter 1

So Kaitlyn!!! Here's the fanfic you asked for!!! Sorry it's really short, and it sucks but you know what I'm still super new to this whole fanfic-writing thing, so bear with me please.

If anyone is reading this and you are NOT Kaitlyn.... Hi. This is a Rocky Lynch fanfic :) this first chapter may bore you to death, but i promise i have more interesting things to come!! Just be patient with me!!

Also... I'm working from an iPod Touch that i may or may not have thrown a couple times, so it's not at it's prime of "working well", so please excuse any typos. Here's chapter one! :D

Chapter 1

I ran my brush through my tangled blonde hair and looked at my reflection in my mirror for a moment before running into my closet and throwing on an outfit. I put on a pair of skinny dark blue jeans, and a long, pink cropped tee that had "Sexy" written in big black letters across the back. That shirt always reminded me of Rocky Lynch.

I sighed at the thought of the magnificent boy who had my heart cupped in his hand.

His brunette hair that flopped just the right way... His beautiful eyes... His smile, his laugh...

I snapped out of my daydream at the sound of my mom calling me from downstairs.

"Kaitlyn!" she called rather impatiently.

"I'm coming!" i shouted, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and grabbing a pocket-sized photo of rocky hugging me that i always carried with me.

I ran downstairs and crashed into my brother with a loud thunk, knocking him to the floor. "Sorry," i said, obviously not very sorry by my tone.

And with that i raced out of the house.

"Kaitlyn!" Rhoda grinned mischievously and Slung her arm across my shoulders.

I quickened to match her jerky pace, my mind swirling with thoughts of Rocky.

"Rhoda," i finally managed.

"You sound distant," she whined, playing with one of the many rings covering her right hand. She laughed hollowly. "Rocky?" Rhoda guessed knowingly.

"Maybe," i blushed. Even though Rhoda was my best friend at school, sometimes i doubted her skill of secret keeping.

Not that my liking Rocky was a secret or anything; all 1,096 of my twitter followers knew how madly in love with him i was... And most everyone in my district knew that Rocky Mark Lynch was taken by the blue-eyed girl named kaitlyn next door.

So why did i always feel nervous when i talked to Rhoda about Rocky?

If anything i should feel more comfortable talking with Rhoda than anyone else; after all, I'd known her longer than anyone. She'd seen my dark side, my good side, my crazy side, and a side that usually i never allowed anyone so much as a peek to. But--

"Kaitlyn?" Rhoda's nasally voice cut into my train of thoughts.

I shook my head to clear it. "Sorry?"

"You weren't listening!" she groaned, stomping, her combat boots making loud clicking noises on the cement floor.

People walking by we're giving us weird looks.

"Sorry," i shrugged apologetically.

Rhoda glared at me. Ever since she had gone goth the past year, Rhoda had become more intimidating than ever; not that she scared me or anything, just it kind of prevented anyone else from ever wanting to hang out with me since she was my best friend.

Rhoda ran her long fingers through her black hair. "You were thinking about him again..."

"What? Me? Who? Huh?" i stuttered, attempting to look impassive.

"Raymond Lynch, or whatever!" Rhoda waved her hand in a big arc, smacking a kid in the face on accident as he nervously scurried by.

He Shot Rhoda a murderous look, but kept walking.

I rolled my eyes. "ROCKY!!!!!" i shouted, my voice echoing around the whole school. "Oops..." i muttered, looking at my feet and playing with my hair.

"Why can't you be normal?" Rhoda muttered.

"What?" i asked, locking eyes with her.

"Why can't you be normal? I mean, i get it, Rocky's hot, but a normal person wouldn't spend every second of every day thinking about him. A normal person would probably have a real boyfriend." Rhoda gave me the evil eye.

Why was she my best friend again?

"You don't have a boyfriend!" i laughed, making her smile.

"I'm not normal!"

"Heck, i hope not!" i slung my arm across her shoulders and we walked to our first class together, completely forgetting about our argument.