Love Of My Life

Sierra

Ping! Ping! Ping!

When will my phone ever shut up? Come on dude, it's like 1 am. I'm trying to have a sister time!!!

I click on my phone's button to see 3 messages flash across the screen. Two out of them are from Aaron. But the third one catches my eye. Kenny Raymond? Who tf is Kenny Raymond? Just as my sister groans and gives me that look. The Look of Doom I mean, as if I've somehow mastered the art of the Cyber World and am texting myself. As if.

I am sick and tired of texting Aaron. I have no clue why he thinks we have some kind of karmic connection when we absolutely don't. Being popular is so hard. On days I just feeling like chucking my phone out of the window, switching the Wi-Fi off and just, I don't know, just feel like getting lost. Maybe I should do that, run away to somewhere.

'Just check your texts already, Miss Popular. And please, switch your phone off after that?' Emily or Em as we call her said in the sarcastic voice special to her, cutting my thoughts.

See the thing is that Em and I have a difference of barely a year. I have no clue why our parents were so desperate to push us both out into this world. Anyway, I'm the elder and repressed one; she is the younger, moody, crazy one. Also, she gets away with EVERYTHING. Because she's not popular. She barely has a friend. BUT THAT'S NOT MY FAULT. It's not like she's any less pretty that I am. Both of us have got a good share of mom's blond hair, great skin, long legs, and well both mom and dad's intellect. I have green eyes like dad. She has grey, like no one's. She is the athletic one, by the way, which probably makes her the rowdy and crazy one too. I just like to paint.

I open my phone. I'm just gonna ignore Aaron till tomorrow morning. But who's this Kenny? It isn't like I'm not used to random people texting me but now I get paranoid. Since the last time I fell into a trap that is. I don't want anyone else faking to be someone else and ruining my life once again thank you very much.

Hey. I'm not going to sugar coat any bullshit and tell you how pretty you are (which you are. Very much) but I think we should talk. I want to know who you are. Wait, do I sound creepy? I'm sorry. Let's talk, Sierra? Please? -Kenny

Whoa. This is weird. I quickly take a screenshot of my Instagram message and send it to Melody all the way back to Sydney. Oh! I forgot to tell you. I'm in 'San Fran' right now. On a vacation. At my cousin's place. Mel must have been asleep otherwise I'm pretty sure she would have like called me with an R&D ready on the text telling me to text back or not and if yes, then with what to say. God, I miss her. So, because Mel isn't here, and I checked this Kenny guy's Instagram out (He's pretty cute!!) I text him back.

And that's how it begins.