Okay, here's the first chapter, and I can't think of anything to write up here except for.... MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! Also, John is a stunning pomegranate in this pic.

     Step, step, step, creak. You cringe as you place your foot on the rickety step. Fortunately, your mother hadn't heard. Or had she? "Just where do you think your going, miss?" You hear from behind you. 'Dang it' you think to yourself. You turn around to face your mother. "Out." you promptly reply. "Well don't be gone for long. You need to do your daily chores." 

     Chores, more like slave work. Every day, it's clean the dishes, mop the floor, dust the shelves, pick up the rooms and so much more. You wish your father was here. He would save you from the labor, telling your mother that this wasn't right. But now that your father had to leave for a business trip, your mother could boss you around all she wanted.

    "We'll see about that." you mummer. You quickly hurry out the door to the dark streets. A cold gust of wind blows around you, making you shiver, and pick up your pace. You round a corner a little too quickly, and run into someone, lose your balance, and fall on the cold ground. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" The person you ran into exclaims. It was a man's voice. "Its fine, that was  my fault." You look up to see the man. 

     He has curly hair, pulled back. His hazel eyes sparkle in the moonlight. Millions of freckles dot his sun kissed face like stars in the night sky. He extends his hand to help you up. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you take his hand. "Sorry 'bout that." he says, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm John Laurens, by the way." "Y/N L/N" you reply. "So Y/N, what are you doing out and about so early in the morning?" He asks. "Heading to the bar." you answer, gesturing in the direction. His face lights up. "Cool! So am I!" He says "I know a shortcut. Follow me."

Sorry, this chapter's gonna be short. I was on a camping trip so thats why I didn't post this earlier.

By peeps!