Disclaimer: I do not own Grojband or its characters.
(Larry's POV)
First thing in the morning, I was always at the computer. Why? Because there was an amazing girl I'd met online. I had been chatting with her for only about two weeks, and something about her made me excited to talk to her every day. And every time right after we'd stopped talking for the day, I couldn't wait until the next time. She was so nice and friendly, and really cool, too. And, to make things better, she played an instrument just like me! I really liked her, but that was a while ago.
Now, about a month later, I still think about her from time to time. I know, it was a stupid crush. I mean, I never even met her face-to-face, so I should be WAY over it. I don't even know what she looks like! But, for some reason, I just can't move on. She was the only person who ever truly understood me. So, why don't I talk to her anymore? Here's what happened.
(Flashback)
I was talking to a girl online. Her username was RockGoddess62. Mine was RedBassist321 (I know, real creative). I was going to finally ask her out...kind of.
RedBassist321: Hey, how's it going?
RockGoddess62: Pretty good, u?
RedBassist321: Great, now that I'm talking to you.
RockGoddess62: Aww, ur so sweet!
RedBassist321: Hehe, yeah. Anyways, I have a question.
RockGoddess62: What is it?
RedBassist321: Well, you see, we've been chatting with each other for a while, and…I'd like to meet you to…you know…do something. What do you think?
RockGoddess62: You mean…kind of like…a date?
RedBassist321: Yeah. You see, I've never met anyone like you. I think you're really cool, and we have a lot in common. I'd like to get to know you better…
RockGoddess62: Aww, that's sweet, but…I can't.
RedBassist321: Why not? :(
RockGoddess62: Because my parents won't let me meet people I met on the internet. I mean, it's for a good reason. They say that the person could be, like, a 40 year old pretending to be younger. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm sure you're a really nice guy and all, but…I just can't.
RedBassist321: Okay…I understand.
RockGoddess62: I hope I didn't hurt your feelings…
RedBassist321: No, it's fine. Anyways, talk to you tomorrow.
RockGoddess62: Actually…I can't do that either.
RedBassist321: What?!
RockGoddess62: I know. I'm sorry. I feel like such a terrible person right now. The thing is…I'm moving soon, and we're packing the electronics today. I'm so sorry.
RedBassist321: No, it's cool.
RockGoddess62: Well, see ya I guess. Maybe, when we get to the new house, I'll talk to you again.
RedBassist321: Sure. See ya…
(Flashback Ends)
So, here I am, still waiting. She must've forgotten about me. It kinda hurts, but I could get over it. It has left me kind of moody lately, though. Life has been pretty dull since then, but not for my mom. She's been unusually happy these past few weeks. I keep hearing her mentioning a friend. Speaking of my mom, I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear her call from downstairs. I go downstairs, and see her with an excited gleam in her eyes.
"What's up, mom?"
"Well, remember how I told you about my friend?" I nodded. "Well, she's moving in right down the street." She said excitedly.
"So?" I said. She looked at me sternly, probably not liking my lack of enthusiasm.
"Well, I'm telling you because my friend has a daughter that I think you could be great friends with!" I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Oh, don't be like that. I'm sure you'll get along just fine!"
"Yeah right." I muttered, crossing my arms.
"Now, I want you to go down to her house and greet her." My eyes widened.
"What?!"
"You heard me."
"I have to meet her now?!"
"Yes!"
"But I have better ways to waste my time!"
"Now." She said angrily, pointing at the door. I gave up, and walked towards the door, grumbling a string of curses along the way. But then I stopped and turned around to look at my mother.
"Wait, how will I know which house it is?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the one with the moving truck in front of it." She said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes again, and stepped outside. As I was walking, I could see a large moving truck only about five houses down. I sighed in annoyance as I neared the house, kicking a pebble out of boredom. When I was nearly in front of it, I saw a tall, middle-aged woman in the front yard. I walked up to her.
"Uh, excuse me, ma'am?" She turned to look at me, and her eyes brightened upon seeing me.
"Oh, you must be Larry! Your mother has told me so much about you!" I looked at her, slightly annoyed with her enthusiasm. Now I can see why she and my mom are friends. "So, you came to see my daughter?" I nodded halfheartedly. "She's been so excited to meet you! She's in the garage." I muttered 'thanks,' and headed into the rather large garage to see a girl I'll probably never be friends with...
So, who is this mystery girl? (Even thought it's pretty obvious!)
