In the end, as we fade into the night // whoa // who will tell the story of your life? // whoa // And who will remember your last goodbye? // whoa // 'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid // I'm not afraid to die

The alarm clock went of playing In The End, a Black Veil Brides song.

After the song, I got up immediately and took a shower. I substituted my pajamas for a black oversized T-Shirt on that said Don't talk to me unless it's about Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy and tied up my hair in a messy bun. I left the bedroom, and came back a few minutes later, holding a mug of coffee and a plate of assorted biscuits. I sat down at my desk and turned on my laptop.

I started playing All Time Low's last album, Future Hearts, and hummed the first thirty seconds or so of part of Satellite, the first song on it.

Coming back home last night, after changing clothes, removing my make-up in a rush and watching the new long-awaited Dan and Phil's video which had finally been uploaded, I did my research. Still being confused and angry with myself for never having heard of the band before, and being passionate about them, I was determined to find out everything as soon as possible.

Staying awake until the early hours of the morning, I had read each article that mentioned All Time Low, I had followed each band member on social media, and there were seventy-one new songs in my iPad playlist. I had watched dozens of videos of concerts and lives and I became hoarse from so much singing and rapping. And to be honest, I already ship Jalex! They are so cute together I wish I could have a relationship like those two one day.

I was bored so I decided to text Andie, my ex-best friend from Greece. It's been a few days since we last talked and I missed her. I don't have a Facebook profile so I sent her a message on viber.

@Vanessa: Hey princess, Wassup?

I reread my message and I added a poop emoji. I smirked and waited for an answer. A few minutes later she replied.

@MyBitch: Hey priiince. Nothin much... u?

She was calling me prince and I was calling her princes: It was something like a ritual which we used to do when we were kids. I know it's stupid but I don't care, I loved it.

@Vanessa: Same here... I just miss you a lot.

I laid my cell phone on my desk. I turned on my Spotify account and Break your Little Heart started playing.

I'm gonna break your little heart // Watch you take the fall // Laughing all the way to the hospital // 'Cause there's nothing surgery can do

Time kept passing by and she still hadn't text me back.

Suddenly I received a Viber notification: I had a message! Finally, what took her so long? I took my phone in my hand impatiently.

With trembling fingers I opened my message folder. In it I found -to my surprise- a number I didn't recognize. I opened the message and blushed.

@UnknownNumber: Hey pretty. Ι finally found your phone number and managed to text you. I saw you last night and couldn't take my eyes off you. Well, there are many things I would like to say to you, but... I don't know how. To begin with... You are beautiful.

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