A/N: Okay loves, first off, if this story reminds you of “The Boyfriend List” I’m terribly sorry. Basically this whole story is based off of things I’ve gone through or am going through. So please do not leave rude comments generally saying I’m plagiarizing. Blame the irony that my life is similar to some book character, not me. Anyhoo, I decided to have the first part of my chapters to be the stories she writes and then have the second have be a regular story with what’s going on in her life at the moment. Okay? Okay. So hope you enjoy & sorry again about the confusion.

Boise:

The first day of first grade was exciting. Well, at least to my four-year-old mind. I know you may be thinking, “Wow, she was only four in first grade?” Yes, I was only four because my parents enrolled me in preschool when I was only two. Whoop de fucking do.

In Mrs. Humphrey’s room there were two rows of seats, a TV, a chalkboard that made spine-chilling noises and a sandbox. Now what four or five year old doesn’t like a sandbox? I secretly thought it was a bribe to keep kids coming to school. Anyways, I, being the good girl I am (or was) wanted to be in the very front. Strange? I know. I remembered that the only kids who didn’t want to be in the front were Keyannah, Eloise, and Jeremiah.

The girls both started crying when Mrs. Humphrey made them move up front, but Jeremiah gladly took the seat next to me. For the rest of that day, he stared at me with those big green eyes. Basically freaked out, I went home and talked to my mother about him. I remember her telling me that if he tried touching me I should scream the word cooties at the top of my little lungs. What a loving mother... right? Bullshit.

The next day when I walked into the classroom, I followed her ‘advice’. Out of nowhere, Jeremiah had come out and planted one on my cheek. An outbreak of “Liana and Jeremiah, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G” started up. Feeling violated I opened my mouth and let out a mammoth roar.

“COOTIES!” And with that I ran out of the room crying. Let’s just say, I still haven’t lived that down. Thanks, mom.

Even after that sad, pitiful incident, Jeremiah and I were best friends. Unfortunately around fourth grade, I developed an awkward crush on him. I say awkward because, face it, everything anyone did in elementary school was awkward. This little crush ended in fifth grade, though.

At my school, every Valentines Day, we would hold an annual Valentines Box Contest. In this contest, students would create a box to hold the Valentines’ cards that they collected from friends. For my box I took an UGG boot and a big teddy bear and pinned his arms so it looked like he was hugging it. Tadaah!

Breaking a record, I received thirty five Valentines’ cards. What really freaked me out was the fact that twenty of them were from the same person.

Jeremiah.

Now I understand that most of you think that I should’ve been happy that my crush gave me twenty cards, but you should understand that they each said ‘I love you, Boise’ on them. Now the first thing I thought was that he was calling me a ho. Because you know the saying, “Idaho, you ‘da ho!” and I felt offended.

I walked out into the hallway to confront him and then I heard a bunch of his friends telling me that Idaho was his favorite state. I didn’t get it because I thought he was calling himself the ho, but then I figured out they were using my last name, Boyce, and somehow transforming it into Boise, which as you know is the capital of Idaho.

So now that I know you are as thoroughly confused as I was, let’s just say it really ruined his chances with me.

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Liana sighed as she threw down her pencil and rubbed her aching hand. This story shit was already tiring and she still had eleven more to go. Of course she loved writing, but Liana didn’t even know why she was being forced to do this. It’s not like she cared if her friends don’t talk to her anymore. It’s not like they talked to her a lot in the first place.

Rolling out of bed, Liana threw on some sweatpants and a tank top, tossing her brown hair up into a ponytail while she was at it.

“It’s time for an early morning run.” She said to herself, looking at the clock on the way out the door. It was 6:23 on a generally nice Saturday morning. Being used to having to wake up at 4:00 for old summer camps, Liana was a morning person. Picking up her pace, she looked around at her surroundings. It was beautiful where she lived. Gambier, Ohio was a quiet town with a local market and really nice homey people. The streets there were all brick and since most people walked to their destinations it was literally quiet except for the calming rustle of the leaves on the trees that lined the roads.

Making her way past the library and into the park, she remembered that her books were due tonight. Ever since the major incident which caused the whole fiasco, Liana took up reading as a hobby seeing as it got boring when you had no one to hang out with.

“Hello Miss. Boyce!”

This sudden disturbance of the quiet sent Liana off the pathway and into a bush.

“Holy shit, women!” She mumbled to herself, getting up and brushing off little leaves. When she looked up, Liana wasn’t surprised to see Ms. Luna sitting on the park bench surrounded by birds. If you are one of those people who know what the definition of a bird lady is, then Ms. Luna is the picture you’d find next to the term in the dictionary.

Every Saturday, you would see Ms. Luna sitting on the same bench in the same clothes and an enormous amount of birds around her. Ever since her husband, the Park Ranger (that’s what he called himself, but all he really did was rake leaves and feed the birds) died, she took it upon herself to feed them and keep them company. It was oddly romantic to Liana. She thought it took great dedication and love to carry out a job of your deceased spouse.

“Oh I’m so sorry Liana! I didn’t mean to catch you off guard! Please forgive me!” She spoke softly, her eighty eight year old voice quivering. Liana raised her hands in a calming gesture.

“It’s fine, Ms. Luna!” She gave a sweet smile, “How are your companions today?” Ms. Luna looked slightly confused for a moment.

“Oh!” She said, finally catching on, “They’re just dandy!” Liana gave a small laugh and waved goodbye as she started off again, quite sore from her crash.

“Well at least the elderly people don’t judge me...” She said quietly to herself. Stopping briefly, Liana pulled her iPod out of her pocket and set the song to ‘Please Be Mine’ by the Jonas Brothers.

I can’t stop the rain from falling,

I can’t stop my heart from calling you,

Yeah it’s calling you.

And I’ll be there forever, you will see that it’s better.

All our hopes and our dreams will come true.

I will not disappoint you,

I will be right there for you.

Til the end, the end of time.

Please be mine.

As she was once again running, she laughed to herself as she imagined Jeremiah singing the song to her.

The idea of that was kind of ironic seeing as he failed elementary choir (which was basically impossible) and the word pitch rang nothing in his mind.

After writing the first story about him, Liana felt kind of bad about the whole situation.

“I’ll write him a note when I get home.” She thought as she gained speed. And for the rest of her run, Liana laughed as she vividly imagined Jeremiah Lewis on his knees asking (or begging) her, “Please be mine!”

Bullshit.