haaai, so this is one of my best stories. its just the first couple chapters. i know its not that great and it's gushy and lovey but please read the whole thing and comment, thanks boo <3 ps. i know its not finished.
Chapter 1

Julianne. October 19^th, 2009.

We held hands and walked through the hallways, as we always did after 6^th period. The crowd of kids passing by us turned their heads and mouthed the words, “Awwwwww!!!” Sometimes it got on our nerves, but today we didn’t mind. Today was special; today was our one year anniversary.

I fell in love with Collin 12 months ago, when we ended up in the same group for the biology pig dissection. I knew him since 2^nd grade though, my aunt and his mom were best friends. There was something about him, something that made most girls flip. He wasn’t the most popular or most athletic guy in the world, but that didn’t matter to me. Most people like a guy with piercing blue eyes, so sharp they could cut through metal. Collin didn’t have blue eyes, nor green or brown. Collin had hazel eyes. The hazel resonated throughout his whole iris, sometimes showing a reflection of gold or brown, which reminded me of the autumn moon. Collin’s hair. It was dirty blond, like mine. He always let me touch it. It wasn’t greasy like other guy’s hair. He flipped it when he was embarrassed, I found it really cute. The first time he said that he loved me, he flipped his gorgeous hair. Every time I looked at his hair, it reminded me of the words, I love you. His words, always were drilled into my head. He always knew what to say, and that blew my mind. It reminded me of a respected author, the words that you could remember even when you were asleep. The fact that I took time to realize all of these things about him really said something; it said that I really loved him. I couldn’t tell if it was puppy love or the real thing. I didn’t care if it would last forever, all I cared about was right now, and right now we were together.

Collin October 19^th, 2009

On me and Julianne’s 12 months, she was pretty stoked. She kept talking about true love and all of those things that a girl looks for in a relationship. Things just went extremely fast for me. I would say that I was a good boyfriend, I always called her back, opened doors, got her gifts, and took her out. I mean, we’ve known each other since like 2^nd grade! I wouldn’t admit it to any other guy, but I think I love Julianne. She’s not hot, she’s beautiful. She’s not funny, she’s hilarious. She’s not amazing, she’s perfect. And she’s mine. I felt secure that she loved me as much as I loved her. The conscience in my head always had good things to say about her, and so did my mother, she thought she was beautiful and kind-hearted. So did I. I knew that Julianne was the only girl that was good enough for me, and I only could hope I was good enough for her.

Julianne; October 19^th, 2008

The tears streaming down my face smudged the mascara I was wearing. I never wore as much makeup as I did at that moment, but that night was supposed to be special. On that night, I had a date with the cute but irritating, Cameron. I went to his house earlier than we scheduled, because I wanted to leave my house before my sister got home. If I waited for her to get home, I would end up getting pulled into helping her practice her cello or some crap like that. It was drizzling as I walked up Cameron’s steep porch, he opened the door and let another girl out. I recognized this other girl, her name was Stephanie Caller, she was the eleventh grade star of the girl’s lacrosse team. I never liked her, I always thought she looked down on me, because I wasn’t as “perfect” as she was. So anyway, I gave Cameron a look, a look that told him everything. It told him that I was done with him. We’ve been dating for a few weeks, but this is ridiculous. He’s not even worth it.

I ran down the steps of the porch and I came back into my car, my dad’s old ‘89 Camaro. I slammed the door and drove off, even though I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes. I drove around the corner and just sat there. By then, the drizzle turned into pouring rain. I turned the radio knob as loud as it could go, and I was just thinking. The first thing I thought of was, “Crap, I don’t wanna go home. Mom and Aunt Denise are having their poker night.” But where else could I go? Who else could I go to?

Collin: October 19^th, 2008

She walked in, and I could tell she was crying. I was sitting on her couch, at her house with my mom. They were having some kind of poker game night and she suggested that I could come with her. I protested, until she told me her brother had Modern Warfare 2.

So I went with my mom, but her brother wasn’t home. He also took the game with him. I was screwed.

Since her older brother, Mark, took the game with him, I was bored out of my mind. I even considered buying into my mom’s poker game! I was sitting around waiting for Julianne to get home, since she is my age. Until then I was pretending to listen to her little sister, Maddy, tell me a story about her cello and gym class.

When Julianne walked in, I was disappointed to see her upset, because I wanted to hang out with her, without having to deal with girly drama or whatever. I followed her upstairs and knocked on her door.

“Julianne, its Collin. Open up.”

“What do you want, its not really a good time,” she said with her voice all choked up.

“Okay whatever you want, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to catch a movie or something…”

I heard her scramble and head for the door, she came out and fixed her hair, then replied with a simple, “Sure!”

I have to say, going to the movies with Julianne was probably the best date I’ve ever been on, at the time. She’s outgoing, funny, and we ended the night with a simple kiss. I don’t know why we’ve never dated before. Our families have been friends for a while, and I used to hang out with her older brother. The only reason I asked her out tonight was to cheer her up, but we ended up having an amazing time together. We made plans for the next weekend, and I couldn’t wait, but I did.
Julianne was worth waiting for.