Author's Note: Hi everyone, I finally finished the first couple of chapters and I am so happy. And I just want to mention that there isn't a lot of McFly sightings just yet but it'll happen soon (maybe after the next 2 chapters?). Thank you for reading my story and review if you like.


I am the girl who has always paid more attention to school than boys. I am the girl who's insecure about herself when I see prettier girls. I am the klutz who always manages to trip on air or who trips going up the stairs. Yup, that's me; Miss Cara Edwards.

Ever since I was little, I have always believed that every emotion or action in life is made up of formulas and me, being the nerdy brainiac that I am, tried to find all of them. So far, I haven't been lucky.

When I finished college at the age of twenty two at a local school in my home state of New York, I knew it was the start of something great for me.

I ended up renting a small apartment and having a roommate who is also my best, and only, friend. But, the weird thing was, we were complete opposites. She's wild, courageous, confident, and blunt. I'm just plain, quiet, shy and nerdy. Even though we are different, we tend to balance each other out.

Suddenly there was a knock at my bedroom door and Ashley, my roommate, popped her head in.

"Hey girlie, I'm going out clubbin' tonight. You wanna come?" she asked, her vibrant blue eyes looking at me hopefully.

"Ehh, I'm not in the mood tonight, Ashley. I have to make my resume and send it out and all that jazz," I replied.

"Oh come on! You've been working non-stop since the third grade! You deserve a break every now and then," Ashley exclaimed, walking into my room and plopping down on my bed.

"I know, I know. I just want to get this done so I don't have to worry about it later on," I replied, rubbing a pale hand through my auburn hair.

"Oh you're such a party pooper," Ashley grumbled, sitting up on her elbows and her bright blonde hair splayed against my purple comforter.

"I know I am," I said, turning to face my computer screen, "Have fun! And if you bring any nighters home, tie the ribbon on your door knob."

"Okay Cara," she said, hopping off my bed and prancing towards my door, "have fun with your resume!" she said, using her singsong voice. I smiled as she closed the door behind her. Nighters are the men she occasionally brings home for some fun so I came up with a nickname that was more suitable than calling my best friend a whore. I still don't know why we're friends, maybe opposites do attract?

I turned my attention back to my computer and opened up the browser so I could surf the net, totally ignoring my original plan of working on my resume, but these past few days I've been thinking about joining one of those love websites that help you find people. And yes, I know I'm desperate, and stupid, but I'm not getting any younger and I'm too busy as it is to go mingle on my own.

I finally came across a reliable site and signed up. I filled out all the credentials and posted a decent picture of me. My green eyes scanned the screen, and browsed various peoples' pages when I suddenly began to feel stupid. All of these men and women were unbelievably beautiful that it made me look and feel like crap.

I sighed, this always happens. Just when I seem happier, my brain and the world have to take it away from me. I was about to sign off when a message appeared.

You have a match! Click here to see who it is!

Curiosity got to me and I clicked the link. I was immediately sent to someone's webpage that held pictures and their biography. I scrolled down his page and found his bio.

His name is Douglas Lee and is twenty one. I scrolled down to find a picture but I couldn't find one; I just found a description: 5'8", blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. And he also enjoys playing the bass as well as playing with his pet lizards.

I scrolled down even further to find out where this guy lives when I finally came across it. London, England. That's just great. My only match is living in a whole other country.

I sighed and signed off before working on my neglected resume. It was close to two in the morning when I finished and Ashley was still not home. I got up from my computer desk and grabbed some pajamas that were lying carelessly on the floor before making my way to the bathroom. I washed, freshening up before heading to bed. When I was finished, I hopped onto the computer once more to check my email. I only had one email and it was from that site, from Douglas Lee.

Hesitantly, I opened it and began to read.

Hey,

I went on my site and it said that I had a match and I decided to check you out. I was just wondering if you just want to talk and get to know each other more. Let me know if you want to.

-Douglas

I didn't see the point of this. We are in completely different countries. It's not like he or I would just pick up everything and move away. It's way too complex. I clicked reply and wrote:

Hi Douglas,

I noticed that we had a match too but I, sadly, don't see the point of getting to know each other since we live in totally different countries. But, maybe we can be net-buddies?

-Cara

I laughed inwardly at the term net-buddies; it's actually quite pathetic in a way. I clicked send and signed off before plopping into bed and waiting for sleep to take over and eventually it did.

When I woke up the following morning, I wandered down the hallway to see if Ashley was home or not and sure enough, she was, and there was a pink silk ribbon wrapped around her door knob.

I wandered into the small kitchen and poured myself a bowl of Lucky Charms. I sat down at the island and ate my breakfast in silence until I heard the scraping of feet against the hardwood floor.

Curiosity got to me once again and I found myself wandering towards the hall way to see one of Ashley's nighters dressing and quietly making his way down the hallway, that is, until he saw me.

"Good morning," I said, "Feel free to leave your name and number on the post-it-note on the table on your way out." I gave him a small smile before wandering into the kitchen once more. I saw him groggily walk past the kitchen's entrance and then I heard the front door click shut.

I still don't understand why Ashley puts herself through all of this. She deserves a nice man that loves her instead of all these one night flings.

I finished my bowl of cereal and put it in the sink before making my way back to my room. I quickly got dressed into a pair of dark boot cut jeans and a red print shirt that was somewhat fancy. I put on my heels and grabbed the resumes off my desk that I printed off last night. I grabbed my bag that was sitting on my nightstand and made my way out my room to see Ashley slowly making her way to the kitchen.

"Good morning Ashley, your nighter just left about ten minutes ago," I said, following her into the kitchen.

"Oh I don't care. He wasn't that good any way. He's hot and all but that was totally deceiving after I got a piece of him," she chuckled, sitting herself down at the kitchen island.

I laughed, "Well, you'll find a good one eventually," I said, rummaging through the cupboards to get her a bowl of cereal, "And just so you know I'll be out of the house for a few hours. I have a couple of job interviews to go to."

Ashley grabbed the bowl and the box of Lucky Charms out of hands and began to pour herself some food before she said, "I still can't believe you want to be a teacher. Who wants to hang out with rotten brats all day long and grade homework and tests?"

"Well I do and besides, kids aren't that bad, they can be quiet cute," I defended.

"I think you'd be more suited to work as a stripper," Ashley said, taking a spoonful of cereal, "It suits your wild and crazy attitude."

"Well thanks," I said sarcastically.

"You're welcome," she smiled.

"Well, I gotta get going. I'll call you later if I get any good news," I said, leaving the kitchen.

"Toodles, girlie!" I heard her call out as I grabbed my keys off the hook by the front door. I left my apartment, thinking about me getting my dream job but my thoughts were interrupted when I felt my cell start to buzz. I flipped it open once I was in the elevator; it was an email notification. I clicked ok to see it was from Douglas.

I closed my phone and pocketed it; he's just going to have to wait. I have more important things to do in my life that talk to some guy in London.

I left the elevator once it reached the first floor. I stepped outside to be greeted with tons of people scurrying around doing their daily activities. I walked towards my ten year old, black car and got in. I turned it on and eventually made my way down the busy street, heading towards the school. Today's going to be a good day, I can feel it.


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