two.

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also, it's my burfday today <3

she could be any one of these people.

after all I have no idea who pirate is, what she looks like or even her real name for that matter.

we've been talking everyday for months now and we know nothing about each other apart from the one thing we talk about; music.

we both love music and share a passion for playing instruments.

we both like being alone.

the only problem is pirate lives in the same town my grandma lives in, the same town my dad has made me spend my last summer before I'm supposed to go to college

which makes things pretty...complicated.

because right now, ive arrived at LAX in pirates general vicinity, watching strangers drift past me, any one of them could potentially be pirate.

is she tall?

short?

does she have black long hair?

short brown hair?

curly ginger hair?

does she dress like a typical la girl?

or is she a hey mamas lesbian? which honestly, wouldn't be a dealbreaker.

meeting pirate could be the best thing that ever happened to me but it also could be the biggest disappointment in my life.

I think it's safer we don't know anything about each other.

of course theres a part of me that wants to meet the girl who I've been spending too many late nights and days over the months talking to.

but it's scary.

especially when I have a crush on the nameless, faceless girl.

i've never had a connection like I do with pirate.

and that fact alone makes my stomach turn itself inside out.

so yeah, meeting real like pirate is a very real and very scary thought.

I also don't do meeting new people.

it doesn't go well and I like to keep myself to myself.

and even me moving to the same state is kind of a big step, it isn't really for pirate at all.

it isn't even for me.

when my dad found out my mom cheated two years ago, he picked me up from school, we packed out bags and left.

no goodbye, no arguments, nothing.

and I haven't heard anything from her since.

so I didn't really get the chance to stay with my mom or even have the option to.

not that I don't care about her, because I have tried to reach out. all of my phone calls, text messages, emails, letters have all gone unanswered.

every single one.

my dad and I moved out of town, he rented a small apartment and that's where ive been living the past two years.

until today.

a lot changed in two years and I haven't seen my gran since we came over for christmas three years ago.

and now im gonna be living with her for the whole summer.

my plane landed half an hour ago and im stood by baggage claim, anxiously chewing at my fingernails while I wait for my bags to roll along the conveyer belt.

according to my gran, a car will be coming to pick me up so ive no idea where im going.

which, for a person who avoids all situations where they need to leave the house, is very stressful.

having a dad who let me do whatever I wanted, it's not like him to have me shipped off to LA, alone.

thanks dad, you're the best.

I spot my bag making it's ay along so I walk through the groups of people, squeaking out 'excuse me' and 'sorry' every time someone else brushes past me.

I grab my bag, checking the tag to make sure it's actually mine and blowing out a breath, looking up at the exit sign.

I keep my distance from the people clearly here for vacation and when I walk through the doors, there's a bunch of people stood around waiting for their families and a row of men in suits at the far back, holding up signs.

why can't I see my name on any of these signs anywhere?

I walk past everyone, my eyes scanning the crowds of people until I spot a man who looks nothing like the rest, holding a tiny card with my name on, which I almost miss.

is he wearing pearls?

oh my god he's wearing nail varnish.

who is this man?

seeing my middle name 'blossom' which only my mom used to call me, makes me wanna cry.

why did my gran have to write my full name?

"welcome to LA" the man with a strong british accent smiles down at me, dropping his hand down at his side.

I scan his outfit and I have to say, it's very out there.

I like it.

at home, all the men dress like...men.

"hi" I squeak, rolling back on my feet, feeling awkward.

"im harry" he holds his hand out and I look down at it and then back up to him, lifting my hand to give him a handshake.

he's so strong what the fuck.

"hi im sage" as soon as the words slip from my mouth I want to slap myself.

of course he knows my name dipshit.

he chuckles and takes my suitcase from my hand, lifting it up like it weighs nothing. "marie is very excited to have you come and stay, have you got everything?"

im taken back by his thick accent that I just nod and follow him out of the airport.

"is this yours?" I ask harry when he opens the trunk of a baby blue chevrolet.

"she's a beauty isn't she?" harry grins, shutting the trunk. "ive been working on fixing her up and she's finally done"

"does she have a name?" I ask, attempting to ease into small conversation.

conversations are weird.

why do people willingly talk with other people? it doesn't make sense to me.

harry opens the passenger door for me and I silently thank him, sliding myself inside.

oh my god the interior is almost as beautiful as the outside.

harry starts up the car and it gives a beautiful hum, giving me goosebumps.

I love vintage cars.

ive always wanted a 1970's dodge challenger or mustang.

he tells me her name is bluebell and in his spare time, he likes to repair vintage cars.

he fills up the silence, telling me he's a fashion designer with his own company named 'pleasing'.

he asks questions about me and I briefly fill him, not wanting to give too many details to a man ive never met before.

"how do you know my gran?" I ask hm, curious.

harry glances over, a blush covering his cheeks. "oh she's just a friend, ive known her a couple of months"

oh..okay?

I turn my phone back on for the first time since ive landed and see a bunch of text messages from my dad, which I quickly respond too.

it hits me that ive really just moved across the country.

holy shit.

I didn't really leave anything behind. no boyfriend or girlfriend, no friends, no pets.

just my dad.

I see a reply from pirate and feel all jittery all over again.

pirate: is it wrong to murder my brother? im currently planning his funeral.

blossom: depends how you kill him; blood is messy to clean.

pirate: what if I just slip something into his morning coffee?

blossom: for legal reasons I do not wish to respond.

blossom: definitely don't want the fbi reading through these messages

pirate: don't be boring

blossom: and go to prison for accessory to murder? hell no

pirate: fine. ill just have to murder him with you, when you come to LA

blossom: which might not even happen pirate

pirate: a girl can dream

I have to admit, it's pretty thrilling to know that pirate has no idea im in LA right now.

then again, she doesn't know I moved away with my dad two years ago.

I could never be bothered to update my profile when I moved from seattle.

when pirate first mentioned the peach festival and wanted me to come, I wasn't sure what to think. it's not exactly a place where you ask a girl out when you're trying to date her-not that I know pirate even wants to.

considered, she's never strictly said she's gay, but I know she at least likes girls.

I mean she listens to phoebe bridgers! she's at least bi.

I pictured us meeting at the festival, falling madly in love with each other, despite the fact we barely know each other.

and sure, it's only a dream so I have a plan.

secretly track pirate down before peach festival.

I never said it was a good plan, or that it was going to work but it's better than the awkward first meet up.

she might not look like anything ive pictured for months in my head which will crush all of my dreams.

"who you texting?" I quickly shut my phone off and look up to harry who's smirking.

does this guy never not smile?

"no one"

"did you leave your lil boyfriend at home or something?"

"no, im gay"

"sorry, girlfriend?" he guesses and I shake my head "I don't do relationships"

unless it's with a complete stranger named pirate.

no one knows about pirate, especially not my dad. so there's not way im about to talk about her with this random man.

"who is it then?"

"my friend, she's contemplating murdering her brother right now" I say with a little smile.

"make sure she does it without any blood, it'll be messy to clean up"

"that's what I said!"

harry turns a corner and suddenly, the bright blue and beautiful beach is right in front of me.

pirate is right...it is beautiful.

I can even smell it from the car.

"it's paradise, do you like the beach?"

"ive never lived near one, but when we came here on vacation when I was a kid I hated it"

"you might like it here sage, it's totally different in the summer"

I turn to him and smile, wanting him to be right.

i think this time might be different.

hell, it feels different.

I hope this wasn't just the biggest mistake in the world.

okay i said i wasn't gonna include harry but i love the character i've created for him and i HAD to include him.

can't wait for you guys to read this book.

i missed u guys