Disclaimer- I don't own Tuck Everlasting. Unfortunately I don't own any stories. Except for the one I'm working on. But that one most likely get published. But hey a girl can dream right?
Hello! This is the first Tuck Everlasting story I've ever done. I hope I don't truly suck. Just so you know my picture of Winnie is Alexis Bledel. The girl who played her in the movie.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
New Life and Old Friends
WPOV
I shaded my eyes and walked through the town.
My new town.
Actually it was a city. Chicago in 2006. My curly brown hair bouncing up and down as I walked.
I had to say there were many things I missed about my old life. But the clothes were not one of them. I felt so free instead of wearing those tight stuffy dresses my mother had once found so charming.
Ick.
Now I was accustomed to wearing outfits like the one I had on. A almost too short black skirt with pink poke a dots and a tight pink tank top.
As I saw a boy with that long-ish brown hair I had once love my heart did a flip. But it turned out to just be another teenager who gave me a pleased looking once over. I tried not to vomit right there in the street.
About fifty years ago I had tired of waiting for Jesse and the rest of my once beloved Tuck's. And had moved around endlessly. Seeing sights and breaking the hearts of all men who tried to chase me.
My dear parents had passed away ages ago. But not before once again trying to openly screw me. They had set up a tombstone for me as there last act. Saying that I had been a wife and a mother. Not just their runway daughter who still shamed them. Even to their death they still thought me a disappointment and felt the need to cover up my independent act.
I had waited until seventeen to turn myself immortal. That way it would be easier to bluff my age up to eighteen. I had looked for him for ages. Now I only got my hopes up subconsciously. Not once did I actually admit that I still loved Jesse Tuck.
I really didn't admit it in front of Vince. He was the only heart I hadn't broke. I had met him a year ago when I first moved to Chicago. He was a freshman at The University of Chicago. And I was a girl he met at a club.
I had been surprised a day after that when he called. I had told him the story I told everyone. I had left my parents house the day I turned eighteen. I had moved to Chicago and bought a very cheap apartment. And now bused tables to earn a living and to pay the rent.
The busing tables part was true. So was the apartment. The only thing was the parents. And that I had originally moved from France.
I knew that someday I would have to move away and break his heart but at the moment I knew that I loved him just a little bit. I knew that if I began to love him more it would break my heart when once again I had to leave.
I ran the rest of the way to work. Knowing that I was already late for my lunch shift at work. Vince was going to meet me here today. Coming to pick me up for our dinner date tonight. I absolutely couldn't wait but at the same time I was mentally scolding myself for getting so attached.
I ran into the up scale restaurant I worked at. The Rose it was called. A lot of people with a decent amount of money eating together. The hostess uniform was a tight short black dress. Which I hated wearing. I had enough guys giving me The Stare. It did not help that this dress made me look gorgeous. As I put on my makeup, dark red lip stick, eyeliner, mascara, and dark eye shadow, I couldn't help but notice that I was truly stunning. I let my hair fall down my shoulders as I walked out the door of the employees only room and into the hustle and bustle of the kitchen.
From there I walked into the room where the guest sat in their booths and table.
It wasn't until later, almost at the end of my shift that Vanessa the closet thing I had to a work friend came over and whispered into my ear, "The boyfriend I forgot to break up with last night at dinner is here. Could you cover for me for like fifteen minutes? Any longer and I've lost my touch."
I nodded. I still had half an hour until Vince got here. And Vanessa was always quick with her breakups. She was juggling about six guys at the moment.
With my approval Vanessa cracked her knuckles and walked to the door.
I gave a chuckle and walked over to the nearest table. Not even bothering to look at the people I was waiting on.
"Hello," I said looking at the pen and paper I had in my hand, "My name is Winnie and I'll be your hostess for the night. Can I get you something to drink?"
There was a silence. Such a long one I almost raised my head up.
But then I heard a voice I believed didn't exist anymore, "Winnie is that you? Winifred Foster?"
And with that. My world was once set in a tailspin
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