I've never been good with time. I never managed to keep track of it. That's why I'm always late. But when you're late you shouldn't run into someone and spill your drink on them. Because then they get pissed. Or they ask you out on a date. And then they turn out to be in a gang. And be your soulmate. And have a twin brother. This is my first story ever. So if it's bad please just not read it. ~ author