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He had just arrived; to him that town was worse than hell.

He was reading a magazine about The Clash; it was his favorite band.

He decided to take a walk before meeting his uncle at his diner. 'This town is so small that I'll probably be back in fifteen minutes.'

He kept walking and walking; nothing seemed interesting enough for him. His feet leaded him to some kind of bridge. He thought that it was the perfect place, nobody would bother him and he would be able to read and to think when he wanted to. It was when he saw her. A girl, sitting on the end of the bridge; he thought she was kind of cute, about 16 years old, deep blue eyes, brown hair, but what really made him interested in her was the fact that she was reading, lost in a different world, nothing seemed to distract her.

He decided to approach her, carefully. She was right by his side when he said: "Hi."

" God! You scared me!" She jumped and shouted at the same time. "Next time make some sort of noise!" She said a little too sharply.

" Oh yeah. I'll bring a band to announce myself before I say hello." He responded her.

She finally looked at him. She had never seen him before, strange.

" Who are you?" She asked him.

" Who are you?" He asked her.

" What? Are you five or something?" She rolled her eyes; he annoyed her.

" No, I'm just asking a question." It was fun to see her irritated.

" How come I've never seen you before?"

" Maybe because I just got here." He answered.

"Do you have a name?" She tried once again.

"Obviously. Don't you?" He didn't seem to give up; he always had the last word.

" Ha, ha, ha. Really funny. I'm Rory."

" Well Rory, nice to meet you." He shook her hand.

She decided to stand up.

" I'm Jess by the way."

" Really? I thought it was JD."

" JD?" He asked confused.

" Yeah, JD. With all that James Dean attitude."

" Oh, I should have figured that one out." He responded.

" So… Rory, do you want to take a walk?"

" You are not a serial killer are you?" She asked him to give her time to think.

" No, I'm not a serial killer." He responded.

"Yeah, sure."

" Ok, let's go."