A/N: So here is a story that I found hiding in my files, and I really LOVE it! So I thought I would share it and post the chapters that I already have. Hope you enjoy it as much as I loved re-reading and tweaking and then posting it! Till Next time! ;) Rose
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Leaving The One That You Love
Fairy-tale, Connecticut
I knew that my parents had once loved each other very much. They had been together since time could tell, having lived next door to each other all of their lives.
They had become best friends, had gone to the same grade school as one another, entered awkwardly into junior high, and so I guess there were no big surprises when they started dating each other at fourteen, realising that they were so very much in love that they had gotten married right out of high school and our mother had gotten pregnant with both my brother and I straight after.
They had decided to move out of Hartford society and easy living life, to a small town called Stars Hollow, into a three bedroom house, which was very quaint and filled with very interesting people. Life seemed very perfect…
I guess like every fairy-tale story... sadly… Everything must come to an end…
So in the year of our first birthday, our parents had both decided to follow their dreams, and in doing so; they decided to get divorced and take one of us each.
Causing the separation that had torn our perfect family apart…
Small time life wasn't that exciting for our father, and apparently our mother had fallen in love with small town life and had no desire to live in sunny California and help our father follow his dreams.
So they amicably divorced and followed their dreams…
Our father took off with my brother to sunny California and pursued his dreams of owning his own seafood restaurant and living the fishmongers dream and what every else.
And our mother had kept me, and decided that she loved small town life and our small three bedroom house way too much, and started working at the Dragonfly in as a manager to help her friend out to pass the time, and before they knew it, the old owner had passed away, leaving the beautiful Inn to our mother and her best friend Sookie, who was also the head Chef.
So I grew up in an almost fairy-tale life, with a beautiful and perfect coffee loving mother, and my best friend Lane Kim in Stars Hollow, visiting our socialite grandparent's in their Hartford mansion, showing me off as their perfect little granddaughter with the Hartford Elite, and being best friends with Stephanie Vanderbilt and Finnegan Morgan.
Life was just wonderful. I couldn't imagine any other life.
Sunny, California
Everyone had always said how cool it must be to have such a fantastic father as Jimmy Mariano, super slick and cool, owner of the most famous Seafood Restaurant in California, headed the famous Goliath Mariano, who racked in more than it could handle.
I was meant to be living the dream, but it wasn't the life that I wished for...
I didn't like the sea like my father did, never wanted to spend my time on our boat or in the surf and having the perfect beach body tan like everyone else did, and I never wanted to spend my days in the kitchen fixing up a fantastic feast for a banquet of a hundred.
I just never fit in like everyone else seemed too…
I often wondered why I never felt like my father's son…
So instead of being the perfect role model, rubbing shoulders with California's finest…
I would rather be holed up in my room or even a secluded area, stuck in the pages of the greatest writers or lost inside the penmanship of my writings.
A world that my father would never touch or muddle in, not that it was his lack of trying to break it even with me; I just never let him know that that was where my time was spent, my alibi was never skin-tight.
To everyone I was the brooding and trouble making son, in trouble with the law more than countless of times, apparently falling in with the wrong crowd, and I guess when you hang with a bunch of people once in a while, who didn't seem like the right kind to spent time with; you were going to be put into the same category as well.
In my reality, I was just always there at the wrong time, or doing something that everyone else has already done, and being the last one to get caught out, or also in my case, never having a real alibi that people believed. Timing was just something that I never really got the hang of.
So I guess there was always something that was going to be blamed on me, no matter if I did do it or not, no matter if I was anywhere in the vicinity or not. I was broad casted, as the 'usual suspect' and that is where my name and face had stuck.
The ever disappointed father, who had the perfect life, but the wrong son…
So one big mistake… had sent me away and back to where my life has begun…