WaRnInG: Profanity.
Prologue: Jamie, on the brink of death, escaped with her life. She is now in remission. She and Landon never fell in love, but knew each other from the play. This is written from Landon's point of view (but not in first person, it is in third person). He has been out of town for 2 years, doing nothing with his life, living in San Francisco. He has no idea what has happened in Beaufort those 2 years and either do you. So let the story begin.
Landon woke up to the sound of the telephone. He looked around for a split second as he got up. He lived in downtown San Francisco, not in a nice neighborhood. He sometimes found himself wondering what would have happened to his life if he hadn't run away and took the money his father was going to give him to go to college. He would probably be sleeping in a dorm right now, instead of a rickety apartment infested with mice. Landon went into the living room toward the phone, and tripped over a protruding board.
"Damn it!" he screamed out loud.
"SHUT UP! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" cried out a voice from underneath him. Landon silently cursed out the board while racing to the phone, diving for it before it stopped ringing. "Hello?"
"Hello son," came Worth's voice from the other side.
"Oh, hi dad," he said, trying to sound casual. Maybe he could get some of that college money. "What's up?"
"I was wondering if I could come up. You know, to visit." He had never been to Landon's living quarters. What would he think? "Um no dad, I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Come on, please," Worth pleaded. Landon was shocked. "Why?" his mouth spat.
"I just want to come over, and I need to talk about some things. Where do you live?" he asked, pencil and pad ready.
"Dad, I don't live in a very nice place," he said. "Not nice at all," he thought, "Especially compared to mom's house and his house."
"Landon, I really want to come over. Address?" Landon sighed and spilled out the address. "Thank you Landon. Bye." He hung up the phone. It was only the third time he had called since he had run away from home. Things got to hectic- Mom went out for her first date since she divorce, dad had always been dating right through the marriage, and soon his mother was just a stranger in the house, never there. He just couldn't take it.
"I wonder why he's coming."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a knock at the door, and Landon opened it expecting it to be his best friend around here, Marcel. But instead there was his father. Landon was taken off guard, "Oh, uh hi dad. Come in?" Worth nodded and stepped inside.
"Sit down Landon. I need to talk to you." Landon nodded, sitting next to him. "How do I say this? Well, your mother and I have been separated for quite some time. During that time I met a woman I'm going to marry. Her name is Sammie, well actually Samantha." Worth studied his son's face. Landon just stared at him. He had always thought, deep inside him, that his father and mother would get back together, but now he knew it was not true.
"Any ways, that's not the whole reason for this visit. I wanted to ask you to come to our wedding and be my best man."
"Back to Beaufort? I don't know if I can dad. I ran away for reasons, you know." Landon thought for a moment then said, "Sure. I'll be your best man." Worth reached out to hug him, and did so without the consent of Landon. "Thank you," he said, "This has made my day. The wedding is in two weeks, so be there in, lets say, 11 days? Okay?" Landon nodded then shook his head.
Feeling ashamed, he said, "I have no way to get there."
"Why don't you come with me, now?" he asked, "I'll give you time to pack, you can come and live with me and Sammie for two weeks, or however long you like." The thought of living with his mom's replacement made him want to vomit. But it had to be better then living here. "Sure."
"Great! Pack your things, we're leaving in an hour," Worth said while he sat on the couch and watched his T.V., which blinked and sometimes was so fuzzy you couldn't make out if it was an ant or a antelope. Landon packed quickly the few things he was going to take: His best clothes, three pairs, and that was all.
Landon stepped in front of his dad, dressed in a brand new blue shirt and jeans. "Ready?" he asked, while shutting off the static box, as he called it. Worth got off of the couch. "Sure, hop in. It's the silver Durango." Landon nodded and headed out the door.
A/N I know, pretty boring right now but I promise it will get interesting.
Prologue: Jamie, on the brink of death, escaped with her life. She is now in remission. She and Landon never fell in love, but knew each other from the play. This is written from Landon's point of view (but not in first person, it is in third person). He has been out of town for 2 years, doing nothing with his life, living in San Francisco. He has no idea what has happened in Beaufort those 2 years and either do you. So let the story begin.
Landon woke up to the sound of the telephone. He looked around for a split second as he got up. He lived in downtown San Francisco, not in a nice neighborhood. He sometimes found himself wondering what would have happened to his life if he hadn't run away and took the money his father was going to give him to go to college. He would probably be sleeping in a dorm right now, instead of a rickety apartment infested with mice. Landon went into the living room toward the phone, and tripped over a protruding board.
"Damn it!" he screamed out loud.
"SHUT UP! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" cried out a voice from underneath him. Landon silently cursed out the board while racing to the phone, diving for it before it stopped ringing. "Hello?"
"Hello son," came Worth's voice from the other side.
"Oh, hi dad," he said, trying to sound casual. Maybe he could get some of that college money. "What's up?"
"I was wondering if I could come up. You know, to visit." He had never been to Landon's living quarters. What would he think? "Um no dad, I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Come on, please," Worth pleaded. Landon was shocked. "Why?" his mouth spat.
"I just want to come over, and I need to talk about some things. Where do you live?" he asked, pencil and pad ready.
"Dad, I don't live in a very nice place," he said. "Not nice at all," he thought, "Especially compared to mom's house and his house."
"Landon, I really want to come over. Address?" Landon sighed and spilled out the address. "Thank you Landon. Bye." He hung up the phone. It was only the third time he had called since he had run away from home. Things got to hectic- Mom went out for her first date since she divorce, dad had always been dating right through the marriage, and soon his mother was just a stranger in the house, never there. He just couldn't take it.
"I wonder why he's coming."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a knock at the door, and Landon opened it expecting it to be his best friend around here, Marcel. But instead there was his father. Landon was taken off guard, "Oh, uh hi dad. Come in?" Worth nodded and stepped inside.
"Sit down Landon. I need to talk to you." Landon nodded, sitting next to him. "How do I say this? Well, your mother and I have been separated for quite some time. During that time I met a woman I'm going to marry. Her name is Sammie, well actually Samantha." Worth studied his son's face. Landon just stared at him. He had always thought, deep inside him, that his father and mother would get back together, but now he knew it was not true.
"Any ways, that's not the whole reason for this visit. I wanted to ask you to come to our wedding and be my best man."
"Back to Beaufort? I don't know if I can dad. I ran away for reasons, you know." Landon thought for a moment then said, "Sure. I'll be your best man." Worth reached out to hug him, and did so without the consent of Landon. "Thank you," he said, "This has made my day. The wedding is in two weeks, so be there in, lets say, 11 days? Okay?" Landon nodded then shook his head.
Feeling ashamed, he said, "I have no way to get there."
"Why don't you come with me, now?" he asked, "I'll give you time to pack, you can come and live with me and Sammie for two weeks, or however long you like." The thought of living with his mom's replacement made him want to vomit. But it had to be better then living here. "Sure."
"Great! Pack your things, we're leaving in an hour," Worth said while he sat on the couch and watched his T.V., which blinked and sometimes was so fuzzy you couldn't make out if it was an ant or a antelope. Landon packed quickly the few things he was going to take: His best clothes, three pairs, and that was all.
Landon stepped in front of his dad, dressed in a brand new blue shirt and jeans. "Ready?" he asked, while shutting off the static box, as he called it. Worth got off of the couch. "Sure, hop in. It's the silver Durango." Landon nodded and headed out the door.
A/N I know, pretty boring right now but I promise it will get interesting.