There was this time in my life, when everything was different. I was younger and unsure of who I was and what I wanted to be. Than one day a man named Edward walked into my life and shook it upside down and sideways. This is the story of when I met him, and what he did to change me for the better really. How he opened my eyes to a brighter world without even knowing that he did so. There are other versions of this story, because I had to lie to certain people about certain things to keep their sanity and anger intact. But this right here is the whole truth. After all, you need to get everything out sometime. Why not do it today.
The sun shined brightly into my room, willing my eyes to wake up, and enter reality. The sun danced onto the mirror on my wall, making the room seem brighter and a lot more awake than I was. I stretched out lazily and threw my blanket on top of my puppy who was asleep at my feet. Usually i wake up with her in my face, excited and ready to start the day. This morning I was lucky though. I wouldn't have to deal with her craziness being all in my face.
She is a cockapoo, and resembles more of a cocker spaniel than anything. She has golden brown fur with tiny splashes of white here and there. At the end of her tail there is a tiny clump of hair that is white, and surrounded by golden hairs. Her name is Princess. Mind you I did not name her myself. We got her from a pet store on my 15th birthday. She was sitting in a little pen all by herself with her paws over her eyes and her little tail between her legs. My heart melted, and so did the hearts of my parents and we snatched her right up.
It feels like it was yesterday, when in fact it wasn't. I'm on the verge of being a high school graduate at the age of 17. My life is about to change in a lot of ways.
I snuck downstairs and made myself coffee. Today was going to be a busy day and i needed my caffeine. I heard the pitter patter of paws rushing down the stairs and turned just in time to see my other dog Mia, also referred to as my baby girl, round the corner and jump at me. She is one of the sweetest and adorable dogs you will ever meet in your life. She is five, and even though she is young had arthritis in her back hips, legs, and lower back. I wrapped her pain pill in a slice of cheese and gave it to her. Cheese is the only way that she will take her pills.
I let her outside and went to the front window, and waited for my best friend to arrive. Her name is Angela and she is the same age as me. She and I hate the same people and love the same arts and music. I don't know what I would do without her. She is my solid rock when I need her and the shoulder that I cry on whenever I need her.
She pulled into the driveway blasting "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey, playing an air guitar. I smiled to myself. "This is going to be a good day." I muttered under my breath.
She was the stage manager of a play that was being done at a small community theatre. They were doing a play called, "The Marriage of Bette and Boo." I had never heard if it until she had started talking about it. It's about these two people who get married and their lives from the perspective of their son. I had nothing to do for the summer, so I thought what the heck. I'll help out.
The drive to the theatre was anything but boring. They played all of the songs that we knew the lyrics to, on the radio, so of course we had to sing/dance along! Some people might think that we wouldn't laugh about every weird look that we got because we get them a lot, but of course we are the opposite of what anyone would expect; so when a car full of hot guys pulled up next to us and stared at us in shock, we did the only natural thing to do. Laugh.
The ride was way too short in my opinion. Sadly I happened to live quite close to the theatre. It was just down a few blocks from my house. It isn't a theatre that you would expect really in terms of looks. The building at one time used to be a church, and I found it quite funny that we were doing a play that involved a lot of drinking and dead children in a place that was once considered to be holy.
I walked in through the doors and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was a feeling that I had only gotten one other place in this world; the theatre at my school, where I have laughed, cried, bled, gotten angry and just grown as a person.
You see, I was never really one to be a leader, or a popular one in the crowd. When I first started high school, I walked around observing things and wasn't really sure what I wanted to do. I entered theatre at first because it was expected of me. My older brothers had been a part of it, and I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I was told to wrap myself up in a little blanket called theatre, and told to love it no matter what the consequences were on my behalf. Really I need to thank my parents for doing that to me. If it wasn't for theatre, I don't think I really would've been happy.
I stood on the stage, taking in the room in its entirety. It wasn't that large, but the smallest stages hold the biggest hearts. Angela was talking to someone name Esme about blocking and I wasn't really paying attention. All I knew was that Esme was a woman who was married and almost in her forties, and she was taking directions from a 17 year old. I chuckled to myself at the thought.
My eyes wandered around at the cast, and I realized that everyone was around the same age as Esme, with the exception of one person; a girl named Leah. Angela finished her conversation with Esme and walked over to me, and that's when I saw him sitting in the last row on the left.
His dark brown hair brushed into his eyes. I couldn't see the color of them, because I was too far away to see them clearly. He was sitting awkwardly, off in his own little bubble with his headphones in. He wasn't that attractive. When I looked at him there was no, "Oh. My. God. He's. So. Fucking. Hot." Moment. But there was something about the way him that drew me in, and made me want to get to know him better than anyone else. He looked about 18 or 19, so that of course made me want to know him even more. You know what they say about teenagers and older men. *wink* But in all actuality he was 16 going on 17, which I found out later.
I leaned over to Ang, "To my right in the seats top left." I whispered softly. Her eyes danced non-chalantly in his direction. I just stood there, and pretended to be really interested in the chair right next to me. I was so wrapped up in trying not to look obvious about things that I didn't see Ang start to move, and she had to poke my arm to get my attention.
We went past the black curtains that separate backstage from the audience, and stood in her little Stage Managers corner. "So, what did you think?" I asked hoping that she would say that she didn't think that he was that cute, so I could have him all to myself. I know, I am a very selfish person. "He was kinda cute. Not really my type though." She said with a shrug. "Well he sure is my type." I replied casting my eyes on the wall that was in his direction.
I really don't understand what was going through my head when I said that. Was I drunk? No. High? No. A bit crazy in the head and feeling really lonely, walking around like a zombie with the mentality that I HAD to have someone? Maybe. Alright, hell, who am I kidding. That's hands down a yes! You see, ever since I can remember I have been chubby. I've always looked at myself in the mirror and thought, what a fucking fat ass loser. I know, what a horrible way to think about yourself, but still. Well back to the story.
I basically just fallowed Ang around for the day, doing what she told me to do, and throwing in random comments here and there to test the waters of the cast. You know for adults they sure do make a lot more innuendos and sexual gestures than most teenagers. Why? I guess because they can get away with it. The rehearsal actually went really well, innuendos aside, and as everyone was leaving I found myself right next to the director, Kate.
"It's so lovely that you could help us out with the sound for the play Isabella." She said brightly with a warm smile. "You can call me Bella. Um, What's this about doing sound?" I countered with a half-smile. "Oh! I thought you knew! Well we can't seem to get anyone to run sound for us, so I was hoping that you would be up to run it for us up in the booth with Edward." She said in a rush, pointing to the attractively non attractive guy that I had seen earlier. He rushed out the door without even acknowledging that someone had said his name.
At that moment, I didn't care that I had been looking forward to being backstage with Angela, and that's why I did this in the first place, so I could get to spend more time over the summer with my best friend. All I knew was that I had an opportunity to spend three hours or more alone in a sound proof room with an attractive guy and I gave Kate the only reasonable response. "I'll be happy to help" And with a wave goodbye and a walk out the door, my fate was sealed; and it would be too late before I realized it.
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Hey, hey, hey! It feels like it's been forever since I have last written and/or continued one of my stories on here, because it has! *sheds tears* I have been busy as always but this sudden thought occurred to me, that I should take something that happened in my life and turn it into a fic! *brilliance* I believe that I will be pretty damn faithful with writing this, cuz to me writing on to this story is like telling a best friend a secret (and if you are reading this than we are best friends cuz I love you for reading my crazy writings haha) Review and make my day! XOXO
3 Ashley