I waited. For what, I had no idea. I just knew I should wait. Eventually, she noticed that I was in the shop. She stared at me for a moment before darting back to her CDs. I arched a brow. "Miss, may I help you?" Despite saying that, I knew she had her own capabilities to find what she wanted. (TBC)

In came a girl who didn't know what she wanted. Typical, I thought, of a girl who wasn't a musician, just like any other customer here. I stared at her every movement. She stepped in, edgy and hesitant, but slowly unravelled what she had beneath her outer image as she skimmed through the racks. Just then, I realized I was wrong about her. --- A story of a boy and a girl, posted on my Journal in the point-of-view of the Boy... and perhaps, the Girl. Introducing Jake Sanders and Emily Foster, the two protagonists of the story. Predominantly, the journal entries will be under Jake. If you liked the snippet I provided earlier on, please, do stay tuned and support me. xoxo, loveisawreckage/lacklustre--