You fell in love with a boy. A boy from your high school. You were just the most unlucky person to ever grace to earth. By the time that you told him, he was leaving the district. The state, actually. You would never see him again. He liked you back. So with a hug and a farewell kiss from him, he was gone.

You had recently graduated high school and were pursuing a band. You were the guitarist and one of the singers. You guys were pretty good, getting some big traction online and in the community. You played at local gigs and things. One specific night had gone terrible.

You got dumped that night, and you were pissed off at the world. Again, your bad luck. But then you got a call. Your producer had called you to let you know that....you were going on a world tour. Holy shit. This was huge for the band. You were local anymore. You were a REAL band. You were touring this goofy band called Tally Hall. It was gonna be awesome.

It was gonna be the best thing ever. You had always had dreams to become a big band and tour the world, and now that it was true? It was the greatest honor ever. You were gonna open up for Tally Hall, and your first show was about 13 hours from where you were. Damnit. That's a long ass drive. But you had to. So you hit the road. It took forever, but you got to the venue and set up. You played the opener, and everything went amazing. It was perfect. As you got off stage, you sat at the bar and waited for the other band to finish before having to do the meet and greet in the lobby. Boringggg.

Once it got to that time, you were sitting in the lobby, nobody coming up to you. But you looked up to see him. The boy you fell hard for. He was...in the band you were touring with. Joe Hawley. Was in Tally Hall. This was insane.

Before you knew it, he was running into you.