Ally checked the time on her phone for what must have been the fouth time that hour, she grimaced at the digital clock that read '4:07'. She rolled on her bed completely and utterly board. Breannan was supposed to be at her house two hours ago. She called and texted him but he didn't reply and she was starting to get really worried about him when the doorbell rang. Excitedly she ran to go get it but was dejected when one of Breannan's bandmates stood outside.
"Erm...Hello?" She said or rather asked.
The boy looked up from his phone and smiled at her. "Ally! It's been a while!" He said, hugging her. "Breannan was running a little late and asked me to pick you up." He continued.
Ally nodded and followed him to his car unsure of what else to do. They drove for about ten minutes before stopping at a mall. "Why are we-" Ally started but was soon cut off by the bandmate handing her a letter.
"Don't waste time asking questions, it's too precious to be wasted like that. Now run along, your Popstar is waiting for you." He said grinning at her nickname for his bandmate.
"Okay?" Ally said unsurely. She got out of the car and opened the letter.
'Good eve, Fruit Juice,
Sorry I couldn't be there with you, so instead you're going to go on an adventure!'
"Awha..." She said now thoroughly confused.
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Fruit juice
Historia CortaA short love story... Ally, ask any one what is the one thing that she loves the most, they will say Fruit juice. She honestly thought that was true, until she met him. Breannan, a cool boy, music boy, serious boy, not looking for a relationship he...
