A/N: Review please, I don't care if you add this to your alert or something, but for Bob's sake give me an opinion on the damned thing.
I spent another day doing what I do best, mope. I'm pretty much your dictionary-defined "emo"...except for the fact that I'm actually happy about most of my life. The only thing I'm moping about is that it's the weekend, and my friends have nothing planned so I have nothing to do. I spent a couple hours reading this book I picked up that was actually five novels in one. It was 'The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide' by Douglas Adams, it was the best combination of space travel, comedy, and romance you can put into five books. After I had read most of the first book I decided to sleep, it being a Saturday I was thoroughly bored enough.
The following Sunday went pretty much the same; wake up, eat breakfast, mope, read, sleep, read, sleep. When Monday finally came I was glad the distraction of school came with it. I don't think I could ever stand being away from my friends longer than necessary. My first few classes were always boring and I usually ended up drawing through them and completely ignoring the teacher.
Lunch rolled around and I was starving, I ordered up the usual three bottles of water and a small bag of baked Hot Cheeto's and made my way to the tables.
They were outdoors in the middle of the school where it opened up like a courtyard, and unfortunately the tables had this weird green plastic-rubber stuff that made the metal less hot in the the sun, but kinda sticky. I threw my shoulder bag on the table and proceeded to sit on top of the table. I gave a quick 'Hi!' to my friends that were already sitting and we got our chat on. I begrudgingly went to my next to classes as the bell rang because after lunch I didn't see much of my friends anymore.
The last two periods went by fairly quickly and I was glad to be on the bus heading home. The problem with living in Salida when your high school is in Modesto, is the distance. I either take the twenty minute, bus ride literally packed full of students, or take the 2 hour walk. Some days I wish I would have just walked.
As I approached my house from the end of the street I noticed a sign in the front yard. I prayed and hoped it was just another Yard Sale sign, but something about the moving van sitting in the driveway told me otherwise. I quickened my pace and practically threw the door to the house open and yelled for my mom.
"MOM!!" I took some breaths here, "Why is there a 'For Sale' sign in the front yard?! We can't seriously be moving?"
"Um, yes we are. Your dad wants to move somewhere smaller, with less annoying people around." she replied.
"Okay...I kind of agree with the annoying people bit, but why now? We've lived here for 11 years, can't you wait 'till I at least finish high school?" I was starting to hyperventilate now thinking about moving to another town, no friends meant no life, no life meant completely giving in to the daily depression...that would suck.
"No, we can't wait. Your dad already accepted a job there and is expected to start next week. We packed most of your things already, except your laptop and clothes, you can do those."
"But...I don't WANT to leave yet!" my voice bursting with frustration and anger, "Graduation is only a couple months away, don't do this to me now...
"I don't think I can deal with having to start over." I was practically begging my mom with my eyes.
"Alex, we just can't keep making payments on this house, the home we're moving to is much cheaper and more manageable in our budget. This is hard on us all, we didn't want to move either, but we just don't have a choice right now." she said with finality. The conversation was over.
I stormed into my room and tried to slam my door, but wind resistance kept it from doing so. I went to my drawers and pulled out my art supplies that I kept with my clothes and pulled out some of my larger canvas'. Painting was my outlet, a way for me to let out my emotions in a non-violent way. I grabbed my paints, and picked every shade of blue I had and set them out, separating them by darkness.
I began to paint, starting with the darkest blue. I painted lines going horizontal, slightly curving as my brush strokes made their way across the canvas. I added lighter blues for highlights and painted the sky a kind of metallic-y-gray-blue I had. The final picture was a river in a gray sky, with a darker shape floating down the river, face down, drowned. I felt better, but not by much.
I went out to ask my mom at least where we would be moving to, to which she replied;
"Forks."
"Forks? Is that even in California?!" I asked a little more harshly than I wanted.
"No, it's in Washington."
"Oh...well...what's the weather like around there?"
"I think you'll like it. It's apparently rainy and cold for most the year. Great for staying indoors."
Oh yes, because I oh so love being at home. I thought sarcastically at myself.
"At least the weather is decent for me..." I muttered.
The next week was terrible, it was chop-full of my friends being sad that I was leaving, and me being sad because I was being forced to leave. When the day to leave finally came, most of my friends managed to make it to my house to say one final good bye. It looked like one of those cheesy movie moments where the kid looks out the back window as they leave everything behind, only it was a lot less cheesy when you were the kid in the car.
I refused to talk to my parents at all during the drive, I sat in the car and listened to my Ipod the entire way, listening to the most depressing songs I could find on it, mostly some sad Ingrid Michaelson and Rilo Kiley songs and a few Connor Oberst songs as well. I fell asleep a great deal and had no clue exactly how long we had been driving, but I figured the sign that said "Welcome to Forks" meant we were awfully close.
The skies were gray and it was lightly sprinkling, so I figured now was a good time to listen to some happier music. I decided now was a good time to listen to some Lily Allen and Kate Nash to brighten me up some. After some more driving around we came by a small residential area and the house I would now be sulking in.
It was gray, it was blue, it was boring, it was kind of big. The two story house had this air of...old, like it had been there a while, and was well lived in. The floors were hardwood, no carpet at all. I enjoyed that, carpet was a mess to vacuum and I always managed to stain it. The five bedrooms were rather large, and three of them had a bathroom attached to them, complete with bath and shower and sinks and cupboards. I was wondering why there were so many rooms, but decided it was because it was cheap, and it was nice, so my parents didn't care.
Lucky for me it was a Saturday, so I had time to get unpacked before I had to start school the upcoming Monday. I decided now would be a great time for a walk. I told my parents I was leaving, and walked out the door. The rain was coming down pretty hard now so I was in a great mood. I loved the rain, almost more than I loved my friends, it made me feel so clean and the smell it left afterward was just pure win. I headed down the street not caring where I was going, I had walked for a good two hours now and had passed by several shops I figured I would get to know later, especially the neat little coffee shop.
I went to turn around and head home, when I realized I had no clue which direction home was, or even what our new telephone number was. Eh, I'll just walk 'till I recognize something. I walked back in the direction I thought I came, and realized I was completely lost, with no one to help me. My silent fuming had gone down by now and I was now just in a state of depression-slash-acceptance. Maybe moving here wasn't that bad an idea.
"Damn, it's getting late..." I muttered to myself. I figured if I talked to myself a bit, I would calm down, it usually worked. I guess today was just that sucky.
"Oh yes, getting lost is so much fun.
"I think I'd rather think more positive thoughts...like, like I think I recognize that tree..."
"Lost?" asked a voice behind me.
"Gyah! Bibliophiles!, you scared the crap out of me!" I hadn't expected anyone to be out walking around now, it being almost night and raining, the thought someone else was out here never crossed my mind.
"Jeeze, didn't think anyone would be around about now."
He kind of chortled "You know, it's awfully dangerous to be out in the cold rain at this time, you could develop hypothermia. And do you always yell 'Bibliophile' when you're surprised?" I took a good look at the guy now seeing as I wasn't scared half-to-death now.
He was hot...there was almost no other way for me to explain it. He had a tight fitting sweatshirt on that clung to his arms and stomach and made his muscles a bit obvious, he was also wearing a pair of jeans that looked good on him. He was the definition of 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome'. His near-black hair made his brown eyes seem lighter than they should and gave them a slight reddish-brown look. "So, would you like some help finding your way home?"
God would I ever, "Sure, I don't think I could find my way home if I tried. Having just moved here, I don't even know my number."
"Hmm...do you at least know what street you live on? Oh, and I'm Seth by the way." He smiled a smile so bright I couldn't help but smile back.
"Nope, not a clue. And I'm Alex, nice to meet ya Seth." Mmm, Seth, I love the way that sounds...wow, weird thoughts...
"Well Alex, I guess I can just walk you around 'till you think you recognize a building or something."
"No, it's okay, I think I'll just ring the cops real quick, say I'm lost, see if they know anything about the Rolichecks moving in around here."
"Well it being a small town, I wouldn't doubt one of the moms around here know where you live. News gets around fast here. I think even down on the rez where I live, some people know about the new folks moving to Forks." He laughed a little, making me kind of giggle with him. We walked for a bit together and had some fun conversation, we had talked about music interests and other little things. We were having fun and it felt great just to get to know him.
I found out he was in the 11th grade and was attending high school at forks, even though he lived on the reservation because he was able to take higher classes there than at the La Push high school. He wasn't really into sports but he kept himself in shape simply by eating healthy and talking good, long walks. It was getting really dark and I realized I must have subconsciously found my way back, because we were walking towards my house now.
"Aw, darn we managed to find my house." I pouted a little feeling bad that my time was coming to an end with Seth.
He laughed at me "Finding your way back was a bad thing?" he looked at me like I was insane and told him that I was thoroughly insane, because "Well...If I'm at home then that means I won't be able to talk to you, I'm pretty sure you should be heading home, I mean it's awfully late."
"My parents don't really mind what time I get in, as long as I get in they're usually okay." he smiled his bright smile and I just couldn't help but believe him.
"Alright, well I guess I'll see you at school. I should be starting this Monday."
"See ya then." he walked away, and I watched him walk until he was no longer in sight, his form slowly disappearing into the darkness. I really hope that I wasn't feeling what I think I was feeling. It was too early for me to think I might be feeling this...It's too fast, I just met him, and I doubt he would ever like me. It's hard to find guys that nice, good looking, and caring and not taken.
He's just too out of reach, and my arms are tied, me and my feelings are just going to be stuck in the dark, like always.
I turned to walk inside, and the door flung inwards, my panicked mother on the other side.
"Dear Bob! Alex! Where have you been?! We almost called the police!"
"Chill mom, I told I was going for a walk. And who's Bob?"
"Yea, but that was six hours ago. I thought you might have been kidnapped, and Bob is no one. Now get inside young man, and go take a warm shower before you get sick!"
I hadn't realized I was shaking like mad, and freezing as hell. I gladly obliged and practically stripped as I ran upstairs into my room to take a nice hot shower, followed by a bath. There was a lot to take in today, and I wanted to make sure I got enough sleep to go for another walk tomorrow.
Maybe I would see Seth again...just maybe.