Disclaimed, this belongs to Lisi Harrison. Lyrics belong to Taylor Swift
So, it's Carolyn. I'm not sure where I'll go with this but it's a multi-chapter and it's skye-centric (being landon x skye x derrick)
Plot:
AU -- Skye Hamilton lived in the perfect world. Her life was 'La Vie en Rose' and her lifelong dream was to be swept off her feet by that one person. When she moves to live with her grandparents - after the tragic death of her parents - she discovers who may as well be her Prince Charming: Landon Crane. Like in her fairytale, he has no problems with her. But in comes Derrick Harrington, the ex of the Evil Witch - replace the W with a B - Massie Block. Her world comes tumbling down and she has to put up new walls. That or learn whether there is a fairytale world.
'Today was a fairytale. I wore a dress. You wore a dark grey T-shirt'
Skye Hamilton stared out the window. It was a long car ride from her old home to Westchester - the small country side outside it at least - and she'd lost shotgun to her younger brother whose argument was that he'd always get sick while sitting in the back. His songs blared throughout the entire car as she tried to ignore the meaningless words.
She hummed casually, twirling a blonde lock around her finger. Her MP3 had lost it's power about an hour ago and it was to dark outside to crack any good book. She watched the colours on the clouds. Pink. Blue. Yellow. Orange. Purple.
Skye reached into her tote bag and grabbed some items. She chewed on the end of a pink pencil crayon and sketched some pale and fine lines. The picture began to shape out nicely when thwack! A red stress ball hit her pencil and caused a line to run from one corner to the next.
"Really?!" she frowned, and searched around for an eraser. A smiley face hit her neck as she bent down to search.
"Mitchel, leave your sister alone." A stern nod came from Ray Hamilton as Mitchel rolled his eyes.
"Where's Westchester?" Skye asked, packing away her art tools as all the colours slowly turned to a navy blue.
"We're in Westchester, but not for long. Don't worry hon, soon we'll be at our place," Angie, Ray's wife, smiled, stretching out the wrinkles that were quite evident on her face.
"Gran, I'm sixteen, not eight," said Skye calmly, and leaned back, closing her eyes. Waiting.
"So it's your brother who's eight, isn't it?" Angie's eyebrows furrowed innocently.
"I'm twelve Grandma," Mitchel sighed and pulled out his DS while turning off the radio.
"Is that true now?"
Skye inhaled and exhaled slowly. She didn't look out at Westchester. She may soon but she didn't feel to yet. The shock that her parents had gone was still too shocking. She remembered her old town. The small pizza parlour a few blocks away. The smell of wood chips every time she'd have to pick up groceries at Charles' Mini Mart.
She'd seen pictures of where she's going. By the time she'd escape her small tour of the past, they'd stopped and arrived. It was just like she'd seen.
Except for that dark haired boy standing on the driveway, kicking around his skateboard.