Dedicated to Nisreen for becoming my twentieth fan. Sorry I didn't write the one-shot; hopefully this will make due! xD

Chapter One - Julie's POV

I sighed, checking my iPhone for the bazillionth time. Was bazillionth an actual word? Maybe not, but the point still stands: I'd been staring at my phone FOREVER.

"When is Evan gonna call me?" I whined, though since I was currently munching on a bag of Ruffles, it sounded more like the garbled mutterings of the clinically insane. It was our one year anniversary of the day we started going out - well, technically it was the day before he asked me to go out with him, but since it was around 2 in the morning at the time, we celebrated the day before. The other one when we had first met (on Wattpad, that is) had been weeks before. I smiled to myself, recalling the romantic occasion; it was so great being able to have not only one, but two anniversaries to celebrate. But soon I was frowning once again; I mean, would be great if a certain boy would text a certain girl so they could actually start celebrating!

Savagely, I thrust another handful of Ruffles into my mouth, deciding then and there to stop moping and check Wattpad. In the past few months, I'd written another novel (a sequel romance, of course) and gotten far over a million votes. Many had commented on my stories about how passionate they'd become (and how happy Rose's ending was), and I knew who was responsible for it. If only he'd show up already.

I sighed again, pausing the binge eating I'd been doing for the past ten minutes to check Evan's profile. I clicked his username, Dark_poet001, and up popped a picture of my deliciously sexy boyfriend. Since we'd started dating, he'd opened up more and updated his profile so it actually contained information; the little biography section still sported the poem he'd written about our kiss in the rain from last year. I looked at his location, smiling like I did every time I read the words: In a field of strawberries <3.

His latest status had been posted a few hours ago, talking about how he was going to celebrate one of his anniversaries. My grin disappeared as I wondered again when he would arrive. I'd dressed up for the event in a deep purple halter dress that was a far cry from by usual "boy-ish" style, quoted from Shane Mason (A/N: picture up above). Instead of the messy bun my hair usually sported, straight locks with elegant curls at the bottom framed my face, flowing past my shoulders in a soft wave; my plain blue eyes were outlined in a dark eyeliner and purple eyeshadow that made them sparkle - all courtesy of Laura, one of my BFFs. And the coup de grâce: the gold strawberry pendant Evan had given hours before we'd started going out. It was the only jewelry I wore - the only jewelry I needed.

So, to sum it up in three words: I. Was. Fantabulous. And those words usually did not apply to me.

I brushed nonexistent crumbs off my dress (because why would I waste Ruffles like that?) before standing up and tucking my phone into the cute little clutch Laura had let me borrow. "Enough waiting around, Julie!" I told myself while striding out of my room, the bag of chips still held in one fisted hand. "You are going...going..."

I slowed my march, hesitating half-way down the stairs. Where was I planning on going? My mom had finally given me a car since I was going off to college next fall - planning to major in writing, of course - but I had zero plans. Then form a task list. I frowned at the snarky tone my inner voice had; task lists were not my forte. The last one I'd made was a total failure...wait, was it? Actually, I DID find out all the things I wanted to, like where Evan lived (River town) and if Lau lost her virginity or not (big NO...back then at least).

Alright then, the task list for tonight:

1.) Find out when Evan will get here.

2.) Once #1 is done, punch him...and then you're allowed to kiss him.

3.) Do something to occupy your time while waiting for Evan.

4.) Finish the Ruffles.

5.) Note to self: once chips have been consumed, tell Mom to buy more.

6.) Enjoy anniversary. <3

Feeling a bit better now that my goals were organized, I skipped down the rest of the stairs, eyes glued to my phone. I sent a quick text to Evan asking where he was. Surprisingly enough, he replied only a few minutes later.

Him: omw

Me: What?

Him: on my way - u really dont know txt slang, do u, little peach?

Me: Well, I usually don't shorthand - and neither do you.

Him: drvin right now @ s-speed so cant txt like usual

I stopped in the doorway to the living room, mouth open in shock. What?

Me: Oh my gosh, stop texting me before you crash, stupid!

Him: u first ;)

Me: Idiot!

Him: <3

I locked my phone, resisting the urge to ask how long it would take. I would not encourage him to text and drive. Furious, I threw my phone into the clutch and then across the living room onto the couch.

"Ouch!" a muffled complain sounded, and a dirty blond head rose up to shoot me a killer look. "What the hell?"

I gaped at the boy. "Shane? What are you doing here?!"

He glared at me, hazel eyes fierce as he rubbed his head. "Why are you throwing things?" He walked over to me, and I immediately darted into the kitchen to escape. Of course, this only ended up with me getting cornered against the fridge.

Shane leaned over, and I got a disconcerting sense of déjà vu. He leaned close, eyes raking over my form before they locked with mine again. "Well, the little minion is all dressed up. I wonder why."

I pushed on his chest, even though I knew from experience it wouldn't move him. "Why are you in my house? Wait, don't tell me: my mom did this, didn't she?"

"Yep," he said with a smug grin. "She wanted me to chaperon your 'date'." My mouth dropped open, and Shane chuckled. "No need to drool on me, babe - right now, I'd bang you for free."

I ignored the lewd comment. "You are not, I repeat, not coming with me and Evan."

He stepped back enough for me to slip out of range. "As much as I'd rather be at Amanda's party instead of seeing you two be all lovey-dovey, gotta do as the godmom orders. Since she still hasn't formally met the freak - "

"Evan," I interrupted. He glared at me, and I quickly shut my mouth.

"Since she hasn't formally met...Evan...she wants me to keep an eye on you two." He grimaced, and I had to stop myself from doing the same.

I went into the living room and flopped down on the big couch. Shane took a seat on the other side as I began to eat my Ruffles. "Why isn't she here herself?"

Before I had time to react, he snatched my beloved chips. "No eating while talking, Julie," he teasingly reprimanded. "Your mom's on a date with that cardiologist."

"John," I said, brow scrunching up only the slightest. He was a nice enough guy, pretty good-looking for an older man, but my mom made the corniest jokes about him. For instance, she talks about how he was the one "who cured [her] broken heart." Cue the nausea. But as much as her jokes made me grind my teeth, John made her happy. He made Carla Jones, the illustrious doctor and stern mother, laugh...a lot. And that was enough for me.

"You don't like him?" Shane asked, seeing my small frown.

I waved my hand. "He's fine; what's not is that you stole my chips." He smiled the smile that meant doom. Slowly, he unrolled the Ruffles bag. Each crinkle made me flinch. "Shane, don't do it!"

"Mmmm," he said as he inhaled a deep breath of my precious chips. "They smell sooo good, right Jones?"

"No," I said loudly as Shane removed a handful of chips. He shoved them in his mouth, large crumbs falling everywhere like soldiers being shot from the sky. "No no no no NO!"

He kept eating while I stared on in agony. I snapped out of my horrified trance, fists clenching as my blood pressure rose. Antichips has struck again, and I must avenge my poor slain Ruffles. This means war.

"God wills it!" I leaped forward while yelling the Crusaders' battle cry, and Shane quickly rolled off the couch to avoid me. Before he could escape again, I straddled him, wrenching the bag from his hand and holding it high above my head. "Through God's grace, I have saved the holy chips!"

"Oh really?" The smug smirk made my heart sink, and I quickly checked the bag...and realized, to my complete and utter despair, it was empty. I whipped my head back to Shane, giving him a killer look. He just laid there grinning and said, "Revenge for throwing your purse at me."

"You - I - Ruffles - gone - " I stuttered, looking back from the bag to him then back again. Finally, my anger returned. I savagely jammed the bag onto Shane's head and stood up, grabbing the abandoned clutch off the coffee table as I stormed out of the room.

"What the actual fuck?!" I heard him roar behind me, but it was nothing compared to the surge of blood pounding past my eardrums.

"Go to hell, asshole!" I screamed back before wrenching the door open. I walked into a hard chest, letting out an "Oomph!"

"Hello to you too, Mrs. Strawberry," a husky voice said, and I looked up to see Evan standing there, lowering the arm he'd risen to knock.

"Evan!" Just like that, my dark mood brightened, and the dragons in my stomach came to life at the sight of him. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his familiar lavender softener scent while he put his arms around my waist in return.

"I'm glad to see you too, little peach," he whispered, pulling back slightly to gaze at my outfit. When his dark eyes came back to meet mine, desire and affection shone in his warm gaze. "And you look good enough to eat."

I eyed him up and down, taking in the short-sleeved black dress shirt, dark blue jeans, and converses. Smiling, I re-wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me as I whispered, "You don't look so bad yourself."

Evan smirked, dimples appearing as his cool breath washed over my lips. His were just pressing against mine when a loud cough sounded from behind me.

We both turned to find Shane standing there, one eyebrow cocked. "Can you two cool it down a bit?"

Frowning, Evan pulled me a bit closer to him. Shane and his relationship had not gotten any smoother over this last year. My boyfriend was convinced he was in love with me, while I wasn't so sure; after that one confession, Shane hadn't made any other advances. "What's he doing here?"

Shane bristled at Evan's slightly hostile tone, and I quickly intervened before blood could be shed - again. "Hum, Evan, he's going to be coming with us."

"What?" He pulled away from me, looking at me in shock. "No way in hell!"

"Guess you betta go back there then, freak," Shane spat back, gloating. "Julie's mom said I have to come."

Evan's gaze remained on my face as he pleaded with me. "Please please please tell me he's lying, Jules."

I slowly shook my head. "I wish I could, but he's right." His face crumpled, and I couldn't stand him looking so distraught. Mindful of the stupid blond boy behind me, I quickly pecked Evan's lips and forced a smile. "I'm sure we can still enjoy our day, right?"

"Totally!" Shane said loudly, coming between Evan and I. He slung an arm around us both, ushering the two of us out the door. "This will be the best anniversary EVER!"

As I saw my boyfriend's jaw clench in anger, despair struck through me once more. Shane pulled us towards Evan's car, and I could only think of one thing as I slid into the passenger seat.

I totally, irrevocably suck at task lists.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright, first chapter of Loving A Loner complete! As a one shot, there will only be a few chapters, ten tops (hopefully not too long?). I re-read My Wattpad Love in preparation for writing this - took a BILLION notes on it - but there may still be some mistakes to the original storyline; please tell me if there are! Oh, and I definitely recommend reading cold_lady19's story; it's humorous, cute, and all that other general awesome stuff!

El capítulo dos shall be coming soon! (Yeah, I know a little Spanish *brushes shoulder off like it's nothing*) But it's ciao for now! (And now Italian #immaboss)

- Nikkisha16