Disclaimer: I own nothing but OG characters.
This was originally written a long time ago, I never finished it due to being to busy at uni, I now have my degree and a hell of a lot more time on my hands and so i have decided that each one of the stories I have on here I will be re-writing and re-posting at some point.
I know its a big age difference but I wanted to do something a little different and daring ;) I enjoy writing romance stories and thought that maybe this would be fun to write about. It was originally written many moons ago so don't hold anything against me with regard to details and ages please I've rewritten the later chapters and re-read the whole thing, I've changed a few things but kept quite a few things to so please just read and enjoy my work. I would appreciate some reviews as well as it has been a while and I am a little rusty when it comes to writing, like I said it's been a while since I wrote and in that time i've done a whole degree completely unrelated to story writing and so this is why I may be a bit crap in places. Go gentle on me I beg you haha.
"Are you sure you don't want to see your family Ashleigh?" My mentor, Joel, asked as he tried to figure out why I had always refused to see them. I'd known him for 6 years now and to this day I had never uttered a word to him about my so called 'family'.
"Yes" I snapped back, not moving my gaze from the Batman comic I had in my hands.
"Why not?" Joel sighed "They 're your family"
"I don't care" I sneered still not taking my gaze away from the comic. 'Family' that's a word that's tossed around too freely if you ask me.
'You're like family to me'
'We might just as well be family'
It's completely unwise if you ask me. Once you tell someone they're like family to you, you're stuck with them for the rest of your life and that's the last thing you want. No one wants to be stuck with someone for the rest of your life. Well I know I don't. Who needs a family? I know I don't. All families do is drain you of all your emotion and life and then toss you out into the night when they're done with you, they aren't worth it and I for one can take care of myself, I'm a one woman 'band' for lack of a better phrase and that's the way it shall stay until I see fit…or die, whoever comes first.
When I looked in a dictionary for the definition of a family this is what I got:
A group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.
I really don't like that definition. It says I need to live with family, that's all I need, to live with them. That's one reason I took the place at the Gifted and Talented Academy for Sports, it meant I didn't need to see or even speak to my family again. That doesn't stop them from trying to get to me though. I recently looked in a different dictionary for the definition of family and found one I preferred:
A fundamental social group in society typically consisting of one or two parents and their children.
I like that definition of family better, nowhere does it say I have to like them or even live with them…granted it does say it's 'fundamental'. Now that I don't agree with. No one needs a family, especially not me. Thinking about it though I suppose there is one person I consider family, he's not related to me in anyway but he's been my best friend for around a year and knows everything about me.
Sean Parker, the best friend anyone could ask for. He knows everything about me and my past and doesn't judge me for it. He loves football just as much as me, wrestling not so much. I can't tell you the amount of times we have had debates over whether wrestling is fake or not, for the record I stand by the fact that wrestling is PREDETERMINED not fake. Sean might be a full three years older than me, making him 20, but it was him who stopped me from completely losing my mind when I lived with my 'family'. I met Sean when I was playing football in the park one afternoon, he was walking through the park when he noticed some boys harassing me. Being his 6'6 muscular self the boys knew as soon as he walked over that their fun was over. We've been best friends ever since. Sean's got short dark brown hair that he messes up with gel, he says it looks cool but I beg to differ. His dark blue eyes and tanned skin complement each other well and his dazzling white smile just seems to top it off. The girls love him. I have no idea why, he's irritating when he wants to be. Maybe it's his six pack that makes the girls literally fall at his feet. Call it weird that he's 20 and I'm 17 but that's just how my life works. It's complicated and besides I get on better with people older than me.
I heaved myself with a lot of effort off of my bed, that I had been sitting on with my legs crossed reading my Batman comic, and walked out of the room obviously passing Joel on the way who looked frustrated at my total lack of cooperation with the topic of conversation.
"Where are you going now?" He groaned watching me as I walked.
"To get my lip pierced" I snapped grabbing my jumper and woolly hat on my way down the stairs as I walked out of the front door I made sure to really slam it so everyone knew how pissed off I really was. Conversations about my past have always irritated me, I think it's because I don't really like to talk to about it and it feels like people are just trying to be a counsellor to me instead of a friend. That's all I want, someone to be friend instead of a counsellor. Is that too much to ask?