Okay people, first time writer here! And she really needs your support.

Story inspired by Sarah Mayberry.

Thank you all for actually taking time to read this. If you do get past the first few chapters, you're in for a ride.

Happy reading!

Chapter One: On my porch?

Charlotte's POV

I ran. I didn't know where I was going but I ran. Like I'd been doing for eight years. The only difference was that I was tired of running but I had absolutely no idea on how to stop. My legs weren't as strong anymore. That didn't stop me. This morning I was up by five and was in bed till seven. That is, until I got that crazy urge to run again. While I ran off to no where, my mind kept going back to how I got myself in this sticky situation. A twenty four year old who finished college three years ago and still doesn't have a job. Oh wait, I had a job, pretty good one actually that paid well. I worked in a studio.

But things went down the drain quickly and I got fired because there wasn't enough cash to pay all the workers. So I got let go. I didn't want to be alone in my apartment because it was pretty big so I moved in with my parents. They'd been supportive of me this past year and were more than happy to ask me to stay.

Speaking of which, I needed to move out. I wasn't stupid, I knew I had been cramping their style. But it was annoying how loud they were at night. You know....when they were at it. I'd had to live with that for eleven and a half months and my virgin ears were, well, no longer virgins.

It hurt though.

I never had a boyfriend so I didn't know what it felt like. I wish I had somebody to love me, buy me ice cream, listen to me, laugh with me and fill the void that he created.

Life sure was funny. Its amazing how the whole world can turn on you in a blink of an eye.

I had every thing going well for me in high school. I had a best friend. No, I had friends. People that loved me. People that saw beyond the beautiful face and perfect body. People that saw the real me. But all that changed when he started dating her. My arch nemesis. The destroyer of my soul. The wicked witch of the west. The ripper of my joy.

At first I didn't understand it. Why would he date her when he knew she was my bully, when he knew what she did to me, the humiliation she put me through. I never asked though. It wasn't like I was in support of it but I tried to accept it because he was my best friend and I wanted him to be happy. And I knew he was happy with her.

Even though deep down I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one he kissed, the one he held like I was the only thing that mattered to him, like he didn't give a fuck what anybody thought.

Thinking back now I realise how stupid it was to be in love with your best friend at fourteen for more than a few months. Hell, I realise how stupid it was to be in love with your best friend at all.

Now though, I had a best friend that I loved very much. Catherine. We met in college, NYU. We'd been friends for seven years now. We were roommates in my second year and we hit it off pretty well.

Well that was about my life..

So far so .....horrible.

Which brought me back to where I was now. I had no fucking idea. So I did what anybody in my condition would do. I followed a trail back from where I came. I decided to stretch a little. So I spent like thirty minutes doing stretchs. Afterwards I decided to go home. I entered my gate and the next thing I saw made my jaw drop. Literally.

Its him.

Hes here.

What is he doing here?

Oh God, he's even even hotter than he was 8 years ago.

That face. It made my knees weak. As usual.

Those eyes. Oh God those eyes. They made me melt. In and out.

Jesus, he's smiling. He's really smiling. I missed that. A lot.

Oh no, he's seen me.

Shit. I should have ran back the minute I saw him. And what the fugde?

He's chatting with mom? On the porch?

This isn't good. Those years I spent mending my broken heart will be in vain.

If I talk to him again, I don't know what I'll do.

Who am I kidding? Of course I do. I'd happily jump him right here right now. In front of my mom.

But wait. What is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be with her? His wife? Guess I'll just have to wait and see.

I can't believe we've been staring at each other for minutes now.

I still can't believe he's-

"Hey Char!" His amazing deep voice jolted me out of my reverie.

God, I missed that voice.

"Hey, Daniel,” I replied. I couldn't say anything else.

"Miss me?"

That was it.

Okay....please everyone. I don't know how to make covers so please help!!!!!!! I need a cover