JULIE'S POV

'What do you want for dinner?'

'Anything, whatever you cook tastes brilliant,' replied Tom, snaking his arms around my waist as I stared at the contents of the fridge. I pulled out a packet of steak and turned in Tom's arms, kissing him briefly before squirming out.

'What is it then?' he asked as I took out all the required ingredients.

'Steak Pie, that alright?' I smiled, pointing the knife in his direction jokingly.

'Aw yeah!' he said, throwing a clenched fist into the air. I grinned at my crazy boyfriend as he practically skipped out of the room, his excitement obvious.

Nearly an hour and a half later, dinner was ready. I carried through the two plates, handing one to Tom, and took a seat on front of the TV. We watched The Office as we ate our meal, almost chocking from laughter at certain points.

'That was brilliant, why aren't you a cook?' he said, taking my plate off me as he stood up. I thought about it, why don't I be a chef? Then I remembered the issues I had with food, the ones I'd been keeping secret. I could never tell Tom, he was lovely but he wouldn't understand.

'You okay, babe?' he asked, noticing how distant I had become.

'Yep,' I said, pulling him down on the couch next to me. I ran my fingers through his messy brown hair, attempting to fix it and failing miserably. He laughed as I scrunched my face in confusion, unable to make out which piece went where.

TONY'S POV

Escaping from the prison otherwise known as home, I decided to go to the local guitar shop since I hadn't been in a terribly long time. As I approached it, fond memories of long days spent in there with the rest of the band came to mind.

Stepping inside the small shop, I was thankful it wasn't busy. I strolled over to the guitars, taking a beautiful Gibson off the wall and carefully placing the strap around my neck. Plucking the strings, I felt a warm feeling inside me as the sound filled the silent room.

'Nice isn't it?' said a voice behind me. I turned to see one of the staff, a tall brown haired guy, walking towards me. Nodding, I continued to play the easy melody. 'Are you looking for your first guitar?'

I laughed a little by accident before replying, 'No, no. I've got plenty.'

'Oh,' replied the employee. I glanced at his tag momentarily to pick up his name, Tom.

'So, are you looking to buy something today?'

'Uh, I don't plan to. My band would kill me if I bought anymore I think.'

'You're in a band?'

'Pierce The Veil?'

'Dude, my girlfriend listens to them! She said they saved her life, but never tells me why. She's always playing the song, ugh what's it called, Kissing In... Kiss In... '

'Kissing In Cars?'

'That's the one! That's awesome man, she'll be crazy when I tell her I met you today. Infact, could you sign something for her?'

'Sure man, no problem.' Handing me a random piece of paper, I signed my name before looking back at the excited staff member, 'What's her name?'

'Oh, just write Jewls.'

My heart skipped a beat. I speedily finished off the note and handed it back to the guy, grasping on the guitar with dear life. I wasn't sure, but what other 'Jewls' was in San Diego who was obsessed with the song Kissing In Cars. I had to double check, it would drive me insane if I didn't.

'What's Jewls short for?'

'Oh, Julie. Yeah, she'll be pleased. Thanks again, I'll leave you to browse.'

The guy walked away and I stood completely still, my fingers were no longer able to touch the strings. It had to be Julie. In all honesty, I was surprised that she was still in San Diego. I thought she'd be dancing in New York like she always dreamed.

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...and so it begins.
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