Bandnapped

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So, I've been writing this throughout the week, and it's quite long. (:  I couldn't figure out how to make it shorter, so oh well.  Hopefully you guys like long chapters!  In fact, it was going to be longer yet, but I figured that where I ended it was a good place to end; it's a slight cliffhanger, so that's always enjoyable. 

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Song of the Day: Grow Up by Cher Lloyd ft. Busta Rhymes (I'm absolutely in love with this song.)

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Jenner Perry

                I remember my first actual boyfriend.  I’d had a couple before, but they couldn’t exactly be counted as real, in my opinion.  They’d lasted maybe two to three weeks, and I wasn’t any older than twelve.  No, my first legit relationship happened my freshman year.  His name was Andy Evans, I’d gone to school with him my whole life, and we were together until he moved to Louisiana during our junior year.  It was a two year relationship.

                Andy was what I liked to call perfect.  He had his flaws: when he was at my house, I often had to remind him to put the toilet seat down after he was finished going to the bathroom, he told the lamest jokes I’d ever heard, his hair was just a bit too long for my taste, and he was quite skinny.  But he was perfect for me.  I liked the way my hand felt in his, the way he made up stories to help me fall asleep after my cat died.  I liked the band T-shirts he wore all the time and his old sneakers he could never get himself to throw away. 

                I didn’t think finding a better boyfriend was possible at the time.  If he’d never moved, I wonder if we’d still be together now.  Probably.  Though our relationship had its issues, as most do, we had a way of making it work.  We may have been young when we started, but we were seventeen when it ended.  In two years, we learned to grow up together.  I think that’s why it was so hard to just end it.  He became a part of my life, whether I liked it or not. 

                After he was gone, Aubrey hatched this crazy idea.  She figured that, to get my mind off of Andy, he had to be replaced.  I’d known from the beginning that there was no replacing him, but I played along, if only in hopes that she might be somehow right.  The first guy she tried setting me up with was her current boyfriend’s twin brother, Steven.  Steven and I had different opinions on everything.  He liked dogs, I preferred cats.  I loved untraditional, spontaneous dates, he liked dinner-and-a-movie dates.  Needless to say, it was no surprise that he didn’t call me for a second date.

                The rest seemed to come quickly after him.  There was John, a freshman in college who worked at McDonalds.  When he didn’t work out, there was Spencer, a bus boy at Doris’s.  Then there was Seth, Adam, and Peter.  Peter scared me a bit..  By my senior year, I’d been through my fair share of guys.  And although I never found anything serious or permanent with any of them except for maybe a new friendship, Aubrey’s plan worked.  I was over Andy.  I’d never forget him, and I still miss him, but I was over him.