This is the first chapter of "The Change" Basically this will be a lengthy story. It will be a little different compared to my usual genre, soooo...if you want a CHANGE... (Heheheheee) read this story (smiles)

P.S. Clare is a petite girl in this story so while reading picture her to be very little.

Lame, Lame, Lame. Plastic white sun chairs circled matching plastic tables with a yellow table cloth spread neatly on top. Under paper white tents were at least three of those settings. I was sitting on a hard uncomfortable bench racking at the thought I will at some point get back to my house, away from this horrible wedding. My 18 year old sister Vivian was getting married to some jerk named Darrell. The wedding had finished and it was the after party that had bored me. Not one pretty girl had walked under this tent, so I guess it was investigation time.

There was a thick mahogany wood fold out dance floor with about one million scuff marks all over. Just as the song changed to "Rollerblades" by Eliza Doolittle, a beautiful girl with messy medium length auburn locks walked onto the dance floor in a light blue sundress smiling at me. A tall woman in a silk white suit with a blonde upswept hairdo came and twirled her into a hug. She smiled showing her pearly white teeth. She was gorgeous. Her hair reminded me of autumn leafs, and her lips...sweet savory pink bubble gum. But we looked different.

She looked like summer, like nothing could ever hurt her. Warm and sweet. Like a piece of hard candy you want to keep the taste of forever. I looked like winter, cold and tough. With rough hands that sounded of sand paper and scratchy throats. I was like a tower in height and a beast in looks.

I felt large hands jump on my shoulder blades. I turned to see my buddy Jake smiling like a goofball.

"Hey bro, I wanted to introduce you to someone. I think you'll like her a bunch."

Jake, well Jake had been introducing me to girls just like Julia ever since last year. Very long story, but long story short, I killed her. With my own hands. My father is a police man and in no excuse I did a month of jail time until he finally forgave me and paid my bail. We pretend like nothing ever happened but we both know, we send each other those 'leave the subject alone we don't have to talk about it moms in the room' signals once in a while, but other than that it's a regular father son relationship.

My brother like friend came over with the small girls arm looped into his. Her striking red hair caught the sun sending my emerald eyes into a haze doubled with her white smile. "Eli. This, Is my cousin Clare Edwards."

Clare smiled, showing her dimples and stretching out her hand to meet mine.

"Nice to meet you Eli."

I nodded and shook her hand loving the way my name left her lips. The song began to play again and she giggled, eyeing the large stage with big speakers shaking to the beat. Jake smiled looking me in the eyes and left leaving me with the beautiful creature.

"So, would you like to dance? I have a feeling they will continue playing the song until someone dances to it."

Jake is being delusional. Nothing about us could be the same. I hate dancing. Maybe with Clare it could be fun, but there is no way Clare is anything like Julia. Julia was rough and mean, like me. Boring and dull...unlike me. I was exciting, bold, and daring.

I chuckled and took her hands into mine. And call it cliché, but I swear I felt sparks.

She looked down at the floor and her smile that seemed to be plastered on her face disappeared into a line. I missed it instantly and spun her into my arms releasing giggles from her lips.

See you with a broken string

Tell me what you really mean

Do you know what you want?

While beating up on yesterday, I was on my rollerblades.

Rolling on moving on...

We swayed body against body until I spun her around, face to face, inches apart.

"I'm sorry; I didn't catch your last name?"

"Goldsworthy."

Waiting for her response that usually came from most girls when they hear my last name never came.

"Hmmm, that's weird."

Just kidding there it is. I knew it, she's just another one of those...

"I like it."

That's different.

Maybe Jake's right. I had been walking the path, trying to find a girl like Julia. Maybe what I needed was a change.

Clare could be that change...

I don't wanna toot my own horn but...TOOT TOOT! I like this first chapter, I'm really starting to see an improvement in my writing. Anyways next chapter will be up soon, and let me know ARE YOU CHECKING OUT CLARE'S OUTFITS ON MY PROFILE? If not let me know because i won't post them if you don't want them! Okay, thanks