The time is 10:47 PM on a dark and cold Wednesday evening. I was in the car, telling my best friend about the asshole Daniel Hackensack and my mysterious savior by the name of Ezekiel, whom she gushed over for about 10 minutes or so.

She went inside to go feed her cat. But wait...

We don't have a cat.... Nice going Sherlock!

I knocked myself in the head before returning my gaze on the little piece of paper that rested in my hand. Feeling tempted to text the number I bit my lip in anxiety.

'Hm, the cat feeding must be going swell.' I tried to distract myself.

As I facepalmed in the empty car, a buzz came from my phone. Excitedly, I saw the text message thinking it could be Ezekiel, but seeing that it was Margo texting me to come inside burned out the little fire inside of me.

'Well, he doesn't have your number, genius.' I thought to myself as I hurried out of the car to avoid the rain.

My apartment smelled like the Target® Winter Wonderland candle for some weird reason. It's weird because that candle has never entered this apartment before. My vintage CDs were in a dusty pile by my couch as I lay down on it to try and get some shut-eye.

Everything was quiet for a moment, before I heard steps approaching me and a loud voice.

"Did you call my mother and tell her about the sweater I threw away?" Margo came up, asking me, with a basket full of dirty clothes at her hip. I looked at her with squinted eyes.

"No, why would I do that?" I asked shrugging my shoulders. She rolled her eyes at my insolent and childish behavior.

"I don't know, maybe because you threatened to call her if I didn't pick up my phone, and I didn't." She responded shrugging back at me.

So to sum it up, we ended up in a shrugging warI ended up with me on the floor with whipped cream in my hair and Margo with maple syrup on her feet.

Don't ask because the answer will be messy. Did you get my pun? I almost died laughing.

You may be asking yourself the question of how Margo met me and instantaneously became my best friend.

Well, it all started on that fateful first day of first grade. I, Destiny May Collins, very nervous on my first day of school. And when I get too nervous I tend to curse a lot.

Of course one in first grade you don't know any curse words besides the one with that really made everyone speechless.

So, on my first day of school, in front of all the teachers, parents, and students, I shouted the only bad word I knew. Standing on one of the small chairs in the auditorium, I mustered up every brain cell in my body and screeched at the top of my lungs.

"Shut up!!!"

A pin could've dropped in the auditorium filled with once-buzzing first-graders and parents.

"Oh my God!" My mother explained in for her as she dragged my tiny body to the bathroom.

Another mom and child walked in behind us, the mother suggesting all kinds of therapy for me, I believe it was. But I wasn't very interested in that conversation.

I looked over at the little girl who was hiding behind her mother's leg. I jumped or probably bounced over to her.

A grin grew on my face, showing off the space in between my two front teeth. "I'm Destiny, who are you?"

She didn't look up but instead responded. "I'm Margo."

Puffing my chest, and mock bravery, I nodded my head.

"Well Margo, we're going to be best friends."

And that's the story of how an extrovert and introvert became best friends. It is possible, guys.

By the time I probably got in the shower it must've been at least 11:30, one of the many reasons I was so tired of the day.

I got in bed borderlining 1 o'clock in the freaking morning because I just had to be born in the early worm and a night owl with an insomniac ritual.

I couldn't fall asleep however. My mind was stuck on a certain brown-eyed and blue-eyes boy/man thing.

I had his NUMBER. I had HIS number. No matter how many different times I said it, it still soundedunbelievable. I grabbed the phone from my nightstand and turned it on.

There was nothing in my notifications and that was driving me to the verge of insanity. Not that I'm not already there, because I totally am.

Writing the number down onto my contacts list, I think it is decided to completely ignore the very small seen part of my brain.

'Hey! I'm so sorry it's late, but I just wanted to thank you for the nice talk and the umbrella.' My thumb hovered over the send button before finally pressing down onto it. A sense of relief came over me before I saw the gray bubbles, indicating that he was texting back.

'Who is this?' He texted back. The smile turned into a frown on my face as I realized that I hadn't sent him my name.

'This is Destiny.' I replied, biting in anticipation.

'Ah, the park girl ;-)' He sent me a winky face! It took almost all of my willpower to not hyperventilate right then and there.

Quickly texting a short response, I hit send. 'Haha yeah...' It seemed a little empty to be a response text so I texted him something else.

'So, Ezekiel, what are you doing on your phone at 1:07 AM on a Thursday morning?' I sent with the smirking to the side with squinted eyes emoji.

If you couldn't tell by my emoji use and grammar spelling, I am at texting. And a very proud one at that.

I could probably text that to an ex-boyfriend faster than I could find the square root of 169. I don't have an ex-boyfriend however, and I took algebra in high school. The answer is 13, by the way. To the math question.

'Well, I just happened to be texted by a completely beautiful stranger, and I didn't want to leave her waiting in her own lonely thoughts.'

You know how you can feel like you know someone by the way he or she text? I'm really feeling that by right now. He's obviously a sarcastic person but still has class... Basically the kind of person I want to be when I grow up.

And just because I'm 20 does not mean I'm an adult. Or that I'm not easily distracted.

So he thought I was beautiful, did he know? I wish I was there outgoing and unfiltered type.

Typing quickly, my fingers buzzed, sending a shock of electricity throughout my body.

'Yeah, you sure don't want to keep her waiting.' I hit send without another thought, before my eyes widened in instant regret.

Ugh, why did I have to be so... Pessimistic.

The gray bubbles appeared again but soon went away. He didn't respond from most 10 minutes.

'I'll text you tomorrow ;-)' Text me tomorrow?

Did he mean technically today since it's already morning or actually tomorrow as in less than 23 hours or morning tomorrow?

All these thoughts flowed through my head as I close my eyes and fell asleep with the troubled mind.

A/N: So sorry for the late update! Just kill me now before I take all my tests because I'm such a failure. So if you we read my other book Legend, you know that I've started this new schedule for updates. So this one was a day late, so yeahhh... I'll try to update soon!