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A/N: I know I tend to write on the short side. I have about five chapters planned out, so hopefully they'll be up soon. Thanks for reading!
Angela Chase's life had become rather boring. In fact, it seemed rather close to what one would assume her life would have been prior to tenth grade, when she'd started hanging out with Rayanne Graff. Her hair was even blonde again. She was twenty-five, single, and still unable to voice her thoughts eloquently, as much as she wanted to, a characteristic that oddly suited her job at a publishing company. Not having the ambition to write her own novel while being able to appreciate the genius of others had allowed her to be one of the rising stars.
No one would guess that she had once dated the resident bad boy of Liberty High, Jordan Catalano. It had started as part of her rebellious phase, when she dyed her hair red, and got a new set of friends. What had started as a fifteen-year-old girl's inappropriate relationship had blossomed over the course of about a year and a half into a steady romance. They oddly complemented each other, understanding what the other meant even when it couldn't be vocalized.
But, like all good things, that came to an end. They survived Angela going to college. Granted, she'd gone to Penn State, so they weren't exactly far apart. But the death knell had been about the last thing they expected.
"Angela, I have some bad news."
Angela's mind raced. He'd cheated on her. He'd wrecked his car. He lost his job. His friends hated her. "What is it?!"
"Well, you know that Residue's been getting some interest, right?"
"Um, yeah?"
"Well, a record company wants to sign us."
"That's amazing, Jordan! How is that bad news?"
"Well, um, we're moving to L.A."
"Like, California?"
"Yeah."
"For how long?"
"I dunno, Angela. Forever, maybe."
"But, what about me?"
"You can come if you wanna. Drop out. Live with me. Or transfer."
"God, Jordan. You know I can't. I'm only 19!"
"Then I guess this is good-bye."
He'd kissed her and left, and she'd never seen him again. Not in real life. She saw his pictures in magazines all the time. When she was feeling particularly masochistic, she'd read the interviews, looking for a mention of a girlfriend. He'd only had one serious one since her. It cheered her up a little to think of that.
Now she was in Chicago, on a business trip talking about restructuring the company. Currently, she stood in front of a painting at the Chicago Art Institute. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice call out "Angela?"
She turned and met gorgeous blue eyes. "Jordan? What are you doing here?"