Max's POV
I stood at my window hoping something exciting would happen. Then again nothing ever happens here in L.A... Oh, Hi! My name is Max. A 27 year old that spends most of my time watching videos or reading. At this moment I was wearing a Minty Monday Tobuscus shirt and ripped jeans. That was me, not having a care in the world about what people thought about what I wore. I was just about to grab my computer and get on YouTube when someone knocked on my door.
"Probably another letter." I moaned to myself
I reluctantly got up from the couch and opened the door.
"Excuse me ma'am could I talk to you for a second?"
A thin man that looked about my age was staring at me. He had brown messed up hair…. But his eyes, his eyes where such a beautiful type of hazel. Then I realized who it was. A man wearing a Grey colored "Tobuscus" t-shirt.
"Are you Toby Turner?" I asked, sounding like an idiot.
"Yes I would be!" He replied.
AUTHOR'S NOTE !
This is a prologue to the story. Sorry it is sooooo short. Anyway this is my first fanfic so Thanks for reading!
R &R