CHAPTER ONE IS DONE!

            I left Jess’ house muttering “good riddance” under my breath. Luckily, since it was so late, nobody was out of their house. This means that nobody noticed me.  That gave brownie points to me because a) someone would wonder what happened between Jessica and me or b) people would be intimidated by my appearance.

            I’m not that scary looking really. I just like to wear eyeliner which makes people think I’m really in touch with my feminine side.  Most of the time, they think I’m gay. Like that doesn’t make me feel even worse about myself.

           

            As I turned onto Colin’s driveway, I pushed all thoughts like that out of my head. Then I walked around the house to Colin’s window while trying to stay quiet. Unlike Jess, Colin lived with his parents.

            When I found it I searched the area for pebbles or something I could throw to get him to notice me. It seems the odds were in my favour; the Fletcher-De Luca's had a fish pond at the side of their house and there were a lot of pebbles nearby.

            My aim wasn’t the greatest (I’m not much of an athlete) but I managed to hit my target about five times or so. On the thirteenth try I saw a light turn on in his room. Then the window was opening and he was leaning out.

            “The fuck...?” He mumbled, still groggy from whatever pornographic dream he was having that night.

           

            “Colin!” I whisper-hissed, “It’s Lysander!”

            “Lys?” I saw his eyebrows raise an inch. Then he motioned towards the front door and signalled that he’d be there in a minute. I went around the house to meet him there.

            Colin opened the door and then stepped outside. He was wearing his mom’s pink slippers. I rolled my eyes.

           

            “What the hell’s going on now?” He asked me. I explained it to him quickly, ignoring all the questions he had. Then I asked him one of my own.

           

            “Will you come with me?”

            Colin hesitated, and then looked down at the slippers, then up at the balcony above us that led to his parent’s room, and then back at me.

            “Yeah, okay, what the hell?”  I smiled.  I knew Colin would say yes. He would do practically anything to get himself out there and into the world of music.

            He wanted to be a musician, but the problem was, he couldn’t sing. He was an amazing guitarist, hell, he was better than me and I hated him for it.  Colin never realized that his singing was off-tune; he always thought he was wonderful at it. He didn’t even notice when a girl turned him down after he sang an original song to her. “Ehh,” He had said, “She’s fat anyways.”

            Now, at exactly four thirty-seven in the morning, on the day after my eighteenth birthday, my best friend and I were driving down the highway in my father’s pick-up truck.

            “Where are we going?” Colin asked me, after we had made sure there was enough gas to last us a while.

           

            “No clue, where do you want to go?”

            Colin didn’t hesitate. “California.” He said, his eyes sparkling.

            I took one hand off the steering wheel so I could pick up my Coke can and clink it against his.

            “Sounds like a plan.”

            

HAHAHA! Sorry, last bit reminds me of Simple Plan. And I just listened to the french version Jet Lag, which I actually understood! And not cause I've heard the English one too, cause some of the French lyrics are different!

And I've been listening to this too:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rK04Q6AFQTE

Don't you love it when two of your favourite singers do a collaboration??? :)

AND MY GRADUATION'S TOMORROW! YAY!