Mrs. All American

Brittany's POV

"B-b-Britt? I mean b-b-Brittany?" stuttered the blonde

"Luke? What are you doing in New York?" I asked.

"Well I'm kinda in a band and we r on break. Sooooo we decided we would come to New York."

"Oh okay, well-I-um I should get going. If you need anything here is my number." I said and handed him a piece of paper with my number on it.

I quickly walked back to Amanda. She started questioning me about who he was and if he has friends. So I told her the while story of how we met. She was fascinated for some reason. Don't ask why. We decided to call it quits, go home and watch movies. We got to the car and hopped in.

*skip ride home*

Amanda and I were in the middle of watching "Divergent" when my phone started to ring. I looked at the ID and it said "Private Caller". I answered the phone and said hello.

"Uhh... Hey... Brittany?"

A/n: Hey! I'm feeling like a horrible writer. I'm sorry it short In having the worst writers block right now. I'm sure there still isn't many people reading this. Ohhh well! I feel like I haven't been doing a good job with updating. If u guys could please give me some feed back I'd really appreciate it! Thanks. <3