I*WAS*HERE

~ I was here. I was always here. But you never seemed to care. So I guess I'll be going now . . . ~

CHAPTER ONE

Prologue ~

"An introduction to incredible awesomeness. You are warned."

Hey there! The name's Dan! Dan Cahill. Yeah, Amy and I won the Hunt four years back, and our lives pretty much turned back to normal. Except that we're filthy rich now. But Nellie, Amy, and I still chose to live in our dreary old apartment back in Boston. Fiske, our father, is off to a mission somewhere in Madagascar. Ian and Amy are together now, yada yada, but hey! This is about me! Forget them!

I asked Natalie out last year. (Ugh. Don't remind me.) And she accepted it, so we're dating now. Shocking, I know. But she's been quite a pain in the butt lately. I mean, every time I joke with her, she doesn't get it! Talk about being a killjoy. And she expects me to be with her every single millisecond of the day. It's like I'm her personal assistant! She makes me carry her books. She makes me wait for her to go out of the classroom so that I could walk her home. Oh, and did I tell you that she goes out of the classroom 2 hours after the dismissal time?

Oh, well. At least there's one good thing about staying in that apartment in Boston – my best friend, Reagan. She, like, lives next door with her family. And her room is directly side-by-side with mine – only separated by a thick wall. We even built a window across it so that we could talk whenever we want. Eisenhower wasn't too happy about it, though. So we bribed him with tickets to some international soccer game.

Back to Reagan. What I like about her is that she always seems to understand me. It's weird, actually, and I –

"DANIEL!"

Ugh. Here we go again. "I'm coming, Natalie!"

Well, that's it for now. And remember that this isn't about Ian and Amy's oh-so-fluffy relationship. Blech! That is gross. Let's not talk about that, because –

This is my story.

LITTLE LOBSTER'S PORTION:

Missed me? Yep. Probably not. So here I am. With yet another multi-chaptered story (Yay?) So you must ALL be asking one thing: "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" Well, I have only one answer to that: I. AM. STRESSED. Totally stressed. School stuff and all. So . . . yeah. I know you're mad. I'm really sorry.

Now to more serious things – BETA READING. Yeah, yeah. Unforgivable. Well, I've finally come to the conclusion that I cannot do it. At all. So I'm really sorry.

To all my beta readees out there, I am to tell you that I cannot cope with all the requests. You're all great writers, and you all have potential. That's why I think you'll be better off with other great authors as beta readers. Not me. Sorry. :'(

Okay, that's enough. Too much blabbering.

Oops. One more thing. About this story . . . well, it's sort of different thing from what I do. And please take note that this is NOT a songfic. It will just be based from the music video of "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Alison Swift. But with a twist. ;)

~~* Little Lobster *~~