*Author's Note: Hey everyone. So, this is my first story. I based it off of a song by an artist named Joe Brooks. The song is called 'Someday (Ok)'. I guess you know how I came up with the name for the story. I'd like to inform you that there's no sex for a while. Mostly just story build up. Mmk, well, Enjoy!*
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Avery. Avery James Baxter. God, I hate my name. My parents try to lie to me by telling me that the name Avery is "Masculine". Well, I'll call that a load of bullshit.
At least I look masculine.
6'3, about 190 pounds, give or take. Black, long-ish hair. Hazel eyes, which, for the record, sucks ass because every time I see the sun, I act like a vampire.
And no, not the fake ass vampires from Twilight that sparkle in the sun.
The original ones, that would melt in the sun.
Or whatever.
Anyway, I'd just rather have brown eyes because it'd give me better protection from the sun. Anyway, I won't get all scientific on you. I just feel like I wouldn't be wearing glasses.
Oh. Did I mention that? Yeah, I, Avery James Baxter, the star quarterback of our school's football team, wears glasses. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not implying that only nerds wear glasses or anything, but it's just stereotypical that I wouldn't.
I think I'll just stick with contacts.
Anyway, I guess I should start my story now. I was on my way to Starbucks. Yeah, I know, before you say anything, typical white girl.
Except I'm not a chick.
But, that's besides the point.
Yeah. So, I was on my way to Starbucks, but as I was walking, I stopped in my tracks. Before me stood one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen. And well, me being myself, I decided to approach her.
"Hey,"
No answer.
"Uh, hey?"
She looked up at me, and her eyes widened. Her facial expression changed from taken aback to confused.
"Oh, uh, you're talking to me?"
Was she kidding?
"Yeah.. Is that a surprise?"
"Um.. Kinda."
Has she looked at herself in the mirror lately?
"Well, here I am, and I'm talking to you."
She chuckled.
"Well, hello, Avery."
Avery? She knew my name? But, how? Was she in any of my classes? Shit, it's almost the end of senior year, I think I'd notice her fine ass.
I think she noticed my confused facial expression, because she giggled.
"Wow. You really don't remember me, do you? Hmm, I guess all of that fame went to your head."
Who the hell did she think she was talking to?