A/N: Alright, here's chapter one of the new story! I hope you like it!

I'm Zander Robbins.

I'm twenty-two years old. I live in Los Angeles, California. . .for the last fortnight, I've been living in a jail cell. Why?

It all started four and a half years ago, when my best friend and secret crush went missing. Stevie Baskara. She was sixteen years old, and the sweetest, yet scariest, gentlest, yet toughest girl I'd ever known.

I was seventeen, a few months older than her. Ladies' man, unknown musician, senior in high school. She was almost seventeen, and we had most of our classes together.

I'm sitting in this jail cell right now, because it's been four and a half years since her disappearance, and all of Los Angeles thinks I had something to do with it. Why?

Because only I knew she wasn't dead. Isn't dead.

But nobody believes I'm innocent. Why? Because I know she's alive, but nobody believes that I truthfully have no idea where she is. I should hate her for sucking me into this. But I don't.

I still remember when I found out she was alive, and okay. I still don't know why she disappeared. But I do know that she's hiding from something. Something she still hasn't told me about. Five years.

Tell me how I'm still sane.

Tomorrow I go back to the courtroom, and if I "lie about her whereabouts"—supposedly "where I'm keeping her" (as the judge accuses). . .I go to prison for the rest of my life, and she gets tracked down.

I don't hate her. In fact, I'm still in love with her. Why?

Damn it, I wish I knew too.

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October 13th, 2013, 5:37 AM

City Jail for Men, Los Angeles, CA

I'm Zander Robbins. Twenty-two years old. Homeless, jobless, alone. My parents disowned me, my "friends" only visit when they're looking for answers, and my crush since high school hasn't tried to contact me in months.

Stevie used to send videos. . .and then one day they stopped. A week later, still nothing. Two weeks later? Nothing. A month later. . .jail.

I've been to court more times than I can count. Stevie's parents despise even the sound of my name. My parents have changed their names, left Los Angeles and forgotten my existence. My life's become tumbleweed. Lonely and blowing in the wind. Endlessly spiraling.

But yet I still love Stevie, and I can't figure out why.

I'm hopelessly in love. Doesn't make much sense, not even to me.

A/N: Okay, so I know this is INCREDIBLY late! I'm so sorry! I've been stuck using my phone for the internet because I was having some computer troubles lately, and it really sucks typing on my phone, so I really didn't bother doing it, but here's the update! And yes, this is so short, but again, computer problems, but the next chapter will be longer, so please let me know what you think? So sorry once again!