This chapter is actually pretty special to me because, at the part where I explain the Avenged Sevenfold concert, today is actually the year anniversary to that day..!!! I didn't plan on releasing this chapter on this particular date, but I thought it would be a cool idea to post it today (: Enjoy..!!

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I was extremely happy being single now. I honestly couldn't be any more excited to not have to deal with someone playing with my feelings or talking bullshit to me and breaking my heart. I didn't care if I ever liked anyone; I wouldn't let myself into another rut. Unless of course, maybe if they were actually in person. Then I would try another relationship....But what are the odds of that happening? Yeah. None. That's what.

Though one day, I was on twitter and decided to go to Najwa's profile to look at her tweets since I didn't get them sent to my phone. The very first one I saw said: "Sigh. I wish you were here to sleep next to me....I feel so alone. :(". I immediately knew who she was talking about; her new girlfriend, Jade. For some reason I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in my gut. I only liked her as a friend. Right? So why would I be jealous? I had no idea.

By now it was the beginning of September. Najwa and I were talking one morning, and suddenly she messaged me, saying: "I've been grounded again...For longer this time :( REALLY don't know when I'll be back...Byyyye :("

I replied: "Crap. Okay :( Love youuuu!! Bye bye :("

For the next few weeks I lived life as usual, but couldn't help but still be sad that Najwa was grounded yet again. I grew impatient, don't get me wrong, but I'd wait as long as I'd have to in order to talk to her again.

I ended up waiting two whole months.

It was torture, indeed. About a week after she left, I was on my Facebook looking at my newsfeed, and I saw a post from her. My heart jumped at seeing her name, but when I read what the post said, I saw no point in getting too excited.

"Hi. This is Najwa's mother. She's in deep shit, so don't even try to contact her on here, twitter, or by texting her either, or else she'll get in even more trouble. Don't try anything. Trust me."

Hell, what could she have possibly done to cause that sort of thing from her own mother?

Later on, I got so bored out of my mind and lonely for her that I resulted to looking at her facebook pictures, just so I could be reminded of her. She was so gorgeous...With her bright magenta dyed hair and her deep brown eyes...I was really jealous of her, to be honest. I would never in a million years be that pretty.

I also started to look at her tweets even more frequently, hoping each and every day that perhaps there would be a new one.

But as the days went by, there wasn't.

I actually resulted to making it so whenever she does tweet, it gets sent to my phone. That way, I would know as soon as she was back! Smart, aren't I? I thought so.

I talked to my friend Rachel a lot,--one of my "sisters" in my twitter family. I called her "Squeak" and she called me "Squish"--especially on Facebook chat. One time--that I remember very clearly--I brought up Najwa, and how I missed her so. She said she was sorry, but it didn't help any. It didn't bring her back. But for some reason, without thinking, I typed, "You know, I think I love her..." and hit send. When Rachel replied, she was all "Awwe thats so cute :3" and she didn't think that I was actually serious. So I went on about how she's been grounded for about 2 months and how I'm so lonely and bored without her. She seemed to understand then, which I appreciated, and she let me vent. I seemed to blab for at least on hour, desribing all my feelings and what I've been thinking lately, and she listened. Listened and listened and listened....

At last, one Friday evening in late October I was sitting on my living room couch doing math homework, earbuds in and content in my work. Suddenly my phone vibrated.

"Twitter:

@AndySixsEyes: I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!! :DDDD WHO MISSED ME?!?!?'

As soon as I saw her username pop up, I couldn't believe it. My heart started to race and my hands got all sweaty and I had the chills, all from being so excited! I nearly started to tear up, and I was shaking so badly I could hardly hit Reply. But when I did, I typed:

"@AndySixsEyes NAJWAAAAAAAA..!!! OHMYGOSH YOU'RE BACK..!!! <33333"

A few moments later, I got a reply:

"@AndySixsEyes: @AshPurdysBoner ahhh hiiiii!! :D How've you been?!"

How have I been? HOW HAVE A BEEN? That's it? Honestly, I felt a bit disappointed. She didn't seem excited to be able to talk to me again at all.

I hit reply.

"@AndySixsEyes Well I've been alright....I've missed you SOOOOOOO MUCH :"((("

"@AndySixsEyes: @AshPurdysBoner I've missed you tooo!! :((( I'm just being bombarded with replies since I'm back XD I'm so glad to be back with my REAL family <3"

And so we talked for the remainder of the night, and I ended up not getting my math homework finished because i was so amped that she was back. She meant so much to me and her and I were so close that I knew I'd remember this night for a long while.

Let's fastforward to early December. December 3rd to be exact.

Today was the day that I would be seeing Black Veil Brides live at the Target Center, along with Hollywood Undead, Asking Alexandria and, wait for it, Avenged Sevenfold! This was the first time that I would be going to a large venue for a concert, and it was going to be a riot! Except for maybe the fact that I had stress fractured my foot a few weeks prior, so my mom and I had to get wheel chair accessible seats up in the balconies because my foot hurt even when walking in the cast. Defeats the purpose, eh? Whatever! I was going to have a good time tonight no matter what!

I went in Ashley Purdy's warpaint, and I tried to get my mom to do the same but she wouldn't no matter how hard I tried to convince her because "an old person would look really weird in warpaint." Pshhh! Screw that!

Anyways, when we arrived there, I wheeled up to the railing and looked down at the stage. The tickets we got for $50 each were super awesome because, sure, we were up high, but we were like RIGHT near the stage!

While my mom and I were talking, getting binoculars and cameras ready for BVB to play first, I heard someone call from above me. "Psssst! Hey you! Down there! You look like someone I know!"

I turned around in my seat to see a girl with vibrant pink-ish hair and some black eyeliner around her eyes who looked around the age of 18, next to another girl, who was clearly her friend. The girl with the pink hair immediately reminded me of Najwa, and even looked like her a bit, too. What if it WAS her? No, it couldn't be. It couldn't. She would have told me if she was visiting here....But how awesome would that be? I laughed, yelling back up to the girl. "Hmmm...Ashley Purdy, perhaps?!"

"YEAH!!!" She smiled, running down the stairs and meeting my side.

We totally got along well, and we talked for at least 30 minutes before the show started. Her and her friend were there for BVB as well, but we were super stoked for Avenged Sevenfold, as well as the other groups, too. She asked me what I had done to my foot--it was in a neon pink cast--and I explained to her that I had stressed fractured it somehow. The funny thing was that I had no idea how it happened, so it was pretty lame! Though as we continued to talk, she reminded me even moer and more of Najwa, and that got me really nervous. I got butterflies in my stomach and I felt all giggly and happy. She left after a while though, and that made me sad because I wanted to talk to "Najwa" more. I know she told me her name, but I can't remember it for the life of me.

Between sets she would come back and we would talk more. She asked me for my binoculars once, and I gladly handed them over. I even gave her my twitter username so we could stay in contact, but unfortunately I never got a tweet from her. Ha, maybe I scared her off with my creative username?!

But that night was amazing. I got a BVB poster--shirts were WAY too expensive--and I got home at about 1 AM. I immediately went to bed, still thinking about the girl I had met that reminded me so much of Najwa. I almost wish it was her because then that would mean that I finally met her. But nope. That didn't happen.

 And you know what I REALLY came to realize? That I do in fact love Najwa. A lot.

6 Days Later.

After I stopped fangirling about the BVB concert, Najwa and I returned to our playful fun ways. Today we were dancing again and feeding one another magical cookies that would still make the other one fat so we could secretly eat them when they weren't looking. For some reason I had a voice in my head that said, "Tell her. Tell her! TELL HER!" And....I ended up giving in.

"@AndySixsEyes Najwa....Can I DM you?"

"@AndySixsEyes: @AshPurdysBoner Sure (:"

Okay...I'm gonna do this. I click in Direct Messages, and start typing.

"@AndySixsEyes Okay...Najwa...We've been friends for so long now; I can feel our friendship only getting stronger. That girl that I met from the conert the other night, she constantly reminded me of you. When you were grounded, the only thing I thought about 24/7 was YOU. I love you, okay..? I LOVE you. But...I'm scared for a relationship. I don't want to put our friendship in jeopardy. What we have is so special; I don't want to risk it. I don't want to get in a fight and ruin another friendship. I can't do that. So....I don't want a relationship at the moment, but please know that I do love you. I love you so much more than a friend. Okay..?"

And I got a reply.

"AndySixsEyes: @AshPurdysBoner ...seriously? Because...I love you too. I've loved you all along. I know what we have is special, and we need to embrace that. I promise you we WON'T get into a fight. We haven't yet, so why would we now? Though...I am in a relationship with Jade....But screw her, because I actually really don't like her. I love you, Clary. I never thought you liked me like this, actually. I thought you only liked me as a friend. But now that I know, I can't tell you how truly happy I am. So, if I try, will you?"

And, that's how it all began.