AN: And here it is! The long-awaited sequel to The Perfect Stranger!

WHOOP WHOOP!

So… uhh… enjoy!

I taped the lyrics to my mirror, trying to memorize them in my head as I dressed myself.

I hummed the tune to myself as I slid on my denim mini-skirt, showing off my newly-tanned legs from a whole summer of lying out at the nearest pool.

It wasn't like he was going to see them.

I picked through my closet, wondering what I should wear.

A blue halter top seemed to pop out from all the other colors so I chose it, slipping it over my curled hair.

As I walked back into my room, the words by the mirror seemed to almost reflect on the opposite wall, proving that they wouldn't go away.

Those stupid words.

Why did I have the nerve to tape them up there in the first place?

And why was I so stubborn that I wouldn't take them down?

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, to make sure there were no stray frizzies- as Angel called them.

Another coat of lip gloss found itself on my lips and as soon as I capped it, the doorbell rang.

It was him.

I ditched the words, hoping for a new beginning, and flew down the stairs.

Angel was at the door, smiling and talking nicely just like I had asked her to.

She turned, sensing me before she heard me, and smiled even bigger.

Her blue eyes reflected mine as I took my last steps and turned to the man in the doorway.

My breath caught, knowing this wasn't the person I was supposedly "hooked up" with.

"Hello, Max," His voice ran over my body like velvet.

But I just couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, I felt my body go weak, my senses collapse, and with a last yelp from Angel, I passed out.

I should never have left those words.

AN: So? How do you like it?

I'm trying to figure out a name right now.

Hmm… well, you'll know when you read it.

Duh, stupid me.

Next chapter should be up soon.

Sincerely,

"Bye, bye Miss American Pie…"