Is there such a thing as perfect timing? 

A/N: What is it with me and posting stuff on May? Anyways, this is going to be quite short (2-3ish chapters) and even I am not sure where I want this story to go. I just needed a place to vent since I'm stressed, and writing seemed like a pretty good idea. Heads up, migh be M later, might be not, but rest assured I won't be writing stuff. 

Also, title is from Parachute's Kiss Me Slowly, I had the song on repeat while I was writing this, but it won't be based off of that. Give the song a little whirl though. Band music makes me feel feelings these days.