Hey there! Thanks for checking out my story! Quick thing before you get started: As you can see, this is my first time ever publishing one of my works, so in the reviews, go easy :D But I would love to hear what you thought. I'll post more of the story if it's given a good thumbs up!

Oh, and just to say because everyone else who does these kind of stories does this, none of this is real, yadah yadah yadah, it's all fiction, yadah yadah yadah, all rights reserved, blah blah blah. OK! NOW to the story! Thanks for reading, and I sure hope you enjoy it :D

Hannah's Point of View

I took a final glance into the mirror. My auburn hair was straight down my sides, like always. With my mascara finally cooperating and not rubbing onto my cheek, I finished with my simple makeup. I looked down to my wardrobe. After fixing my collar of my yellow and black plaid shirt and buckling my belt to my black skinny jeans, I looked one last time and thought, Well world. This is what you get. Take it or leave it.

I stepped in to the living room to find Anthony on the computer. Nothing out of the norm. I bid him a tired and unenthusiastic good morning, which he returned in the same fashion. Grabbing a bagel of the counter, I looked at the oven clock. It read 8:45. Eh. I thought. I've got time. I jumped onto the counter and chewed on the pastry while swinging my legs back and forth.

A voice sighed behind me. "Hannah," it complained. "Please get off the counter."

I turned to find my brother, Ian, walking in wearing his old jeans with holes and 'used' black t-shirt. Just like any other Tuesday. No suit, no dress shoes. Just comfy clothes for editing, editing, editing. Well, I guess that's what you get to do when you make videos on YouTube for a living.

I did as my brother told me to. "Why are you so accustomed to sitting on the counter?" He asked. "There's a perfectly good table right over there!" He motioned to the table with random objects on top.

"Because I don't know what you do to that poor table when Anthony and I are out of the house." I motioned him to come over as I inspected the peculiar items. "Let's see, a nickel, shaving cream, lotion~" I smirked, and so did Anthony from across the room. "And peanut butter. Please tell us, Ian. What do you do when we're not here?" I glanced to the poor table. "Tsk, tsk. You poor baby." I pretended to give it a soothing stroke. "Your pain will soon be over."

Anthony laughed his cute little laugh in the other room. Ian just rolled his eyes and mocked him. He looked back at me with unamused eyes. "Haha, Hannah. You're hilarious. Don't you have to get going?"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Yeah, yeah." I grabbed my messenger back, gave Ian a quick good bye kiss, and then told Anthony I'd see him later.

As I went to the door, however, something seemed….off. The door was ALWAYS locked in the morning. But today, it was unlocked. That's odd. I thought. I'm the person in this house who leaves the earliest. Who went out before me? I shook it off and shrugged; must be nothing. I left the house, and caught up with my best friend Allison. We walked to school together like we do every day.

Finally, the last bell rang throughout the school. I sighed off relief when it did, for I was asked a question in my class, Pre-AP World History, that I had absolutely no idea. Just as I had taken a breath to give my best go, "BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Wow…Saved by the bell!

I quickly gathered up my belongings and packed them away. Trying to keep up with the crowd, I walked as I stuffed my giant binder into my small bag. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to keep up with the rushing pupils. After being pushed by a frantic freshman, I tripped over someone's foot that was sticking out into the hallway. I fell straight onto my face and all my stuff came tumbling out of my bag.

A few douche bag guys laughed and pranced along. "Dicks," I mumbled under my breath.

"Damn straight," Agreed a voice that I recognized immediately. Oh. My. God. Jason McKeves. He's talking to me! Oh no! Did he see me trip?

I slowly turned around and looked to see my thoughts were correct. Jason was standing high above me with his brownish-blonde hair and dark brown eyes looking down upon me. I froze for a moment, then quickly came out of my staring to pick up my things.

"No, please, let me." He said politely. He bent down to my level and helped. "Don't worry about those guys. Like you said, they're just dicks."

I laughed, and as we both stood up after everything was back in its rightful place I thanked him for his help.

He smiled that famous and perfect smile. "No problem," he reassured. He looked at me as if to try to remember something. "….It's Hannah, right?"

I smiled and nodded. Holy shit! He knows my name! MY NAME!

Jason sighed, relieved. "Oh good! I thought that was it. I just didn't want to sound stupid. So, how's it going, Hannah? I haven't talked to you in a while. How is your brother doing? I love Smosh!"

My heart fell slightly, saddened. I hated when people mentioned Smosh to me, especially if they were big fans. It made me feel as if that was all I was to them: The sister of that one guy on YouTube.

Apparently, my sadness was shown on my face without me realizing. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, blushing vigorously. "I shouldn't have said that. I should have known it's not really a thing to talk about, it not being 'your thing' and all."

God, he's amazing. I thought. Read that right out of my mind. I rushed to return an even bigger smile on my face. "Don't worry about it." I bolstered.

Jason paused at a moment, looking at me. Then he snapped out of it and said, "You know, we should get together sometime. Catch up."

I nodded energetically, maybe a little too energetically, "Yes, totally!"

Jason seemed surprised that I agreed. "Oh, ok, awesome! How about this Friday, at 6:00? We could go catch that new Sherlock Holmes movie together, if you're still into the mysteries." I told him that I was, and he grinned even bigger, thinking he nailed it. "Great!" Jason asked me for his number, so I took a pen right out of my bag and wrote it on his hand. He thanked me, then, out of nowhere, he leaned down (I was much shorter than him) and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed like a red tomato. When he finished, he said, "Can't wait for Friday. I really, really can't."

Jason pulled back and winked. Then he closed his locker, checked his watch and saw he was about to miss his bus. He quickly said good bye, and was off.

Thank God no one else was in the hallway at the time because at that moment, I fell backwards hitting the lockers, and slinked down to my knees. It's about time, I thought, Thank. God.

Eventually, I picked myself off the grounded and headed out the big green doors of Palm West High School, but soon rushed back inside for I found it was pouring rain. Ugh, I don't want to walk home when it's like this! I took out my phone and texted Ian.

Hey Ian. It's pouring outside. If you're not busy, can you come pick me up?

Not a minute later, I received a response.

Sure, be there in five.

I smiled and sat down against the wall. See? Living with a stay-at-home worker eventually is worth it. Once you get passed the fact he's your protective and annoying big brother.