Okay, been really thinking about things a lot and I kind of wanted to base something to the movie A Walk To Remember. (WWE Pairing, of course…) =)

Because you knew me

(Prologue)

The voice is gentle, slightly Southern in inflection, a young man's soothing manner. Yeah, I know it seemed too deep to have to understand what you'd just heard me say. But hey, everyone I knew never contradicted my feelings, even in the last four years. I never talked nor have I even bothered telling them about it. Why you ask? It's because, this story is something dear to my heart…something that I only want to share with the one's I trust. Yeah, that includes you, the one I'm talking with right now. But after this conversation, I want you to really ponder and even mull things over as to why I chose you. And then, maybe, when you're in my age, you'll be able to grasp and fully understand about my story, because somehow, this story is different in and of itself.

As the walls seemed to crumble down upon me…the walls I built in the last four years, coming down with visceral force. I closed my eyes reliving the story that I'd kept inside. Wanting to show just much because you may even learn something from me, and hoping that you'd fully understand the concept of life, which is faith. If anything, faith should conceptualize in many of occasions, well that's for me, anyway.

In this small town in St. Louis, money, fame, and brands never mattered. Because everyone here are masters of their own fates…their own virtues and as vivacious it may sound, people here are loving and caring, even to those they do not know.

I opened my eyes, and I was back to my old school. Looking at my Trigonometry book, I knew well enough who I am…

Four Years Ago:

"Evan,"

I groaned, pulling the covers up over my head, practically covering my entire body. My mom, Jean, said my name again. I poked my head out of the covers and groggily grinned. "Mom, it's Saturday," I paused, looking at the clock, it's six thirty, God forbid, six thirty? I continued, "No school."

"Tutoring?" My mother gave me the once over. If I hadn't just made my last fourteen assignments I would've never even be in this stupid situation, in this stupid bus, next to this stupid girl, heading to the sister school of my high school to tutor some even more stupid kids. I groaned as I pulled my earphones out of my bag and began listening to my IPOD. I was ventured in the music that I cussed when someone tapped me. When I looked at my left side I saw Kelly Blank. Staring at me with a glittery smile, not that she's ugly or anything, but people in school always teases her because of the way she dresses and acts. She carries her bible everywhere and doesn't even put makeup on.

"Hi," She said, pulling some raffle tickets out. "Do you want to buy some raffle tickets?" She asked. I smirked at her and declined. "But Evan, we really need some new computers for our sister school, and raising enough money will help them." She glowed while she told me the joys of helping other people, but I still didn't want to be seen near her.

"Can't you understand the word 'NO'?" I asked her, exasperated. She nodded and smiled at me once again.

"Thank you Evan," She paused, and I winced as soon as I heard her say so. "I'll pray for you." Well, might as well join the "Kelly Blank 'I'll pray for you' club" right? She always prays for anyone. I shook my head. "Whatever." I said.

"Are you going to need some help with your assignments?" She asked me. I looked at her.

"Is this your idea of small talk?" I hissed.

"I don't use 'small talk'." She told me. "I guess my offer still stands."

"Hmm, I've known you for years and you're still like that." I told her; mocking her in the process. She smiled then shook her head.

"Please don't pretend like you know me," She paused, looking deeply into my eyes. "okay?"

I shrugged. "I do, I do." I said simply. "We have all the same classes and subject since kindergarten, why you're Kelly Blank." I paused to look at her.

"You don't know me." She said again.

I smiled. "Your book. And your brown sweater and your hair. What's more to know?" She shrugged and smiled at me. I don't know why but her smile was something different from her personality, but I disregarded that thought immediately as it came.

She shrugged. "I wear the sweater because I'm cold. I read because no one even bothers to talks to me. My hair is my hair and it is what it is. What is it exactly that's bothering you?" She asked me; the look on her face was neutral and unreadable.

I shrugged once again, and this time it was awkward. "You don't care what people think about you?" I asked her. She smiled again, she gripped her bible.

"You mean what you think about me?" She asked; but she didn't let me put a word in edgewise. "I have other important things to worry about like helping other people." She said simply. I was amazed, she just berated me but in a good way. "Can't you have any normal conversation?" She asked when I didn't answer.

"I don't want to have any conversation, especially with you." I said.

She smiled. "Good, because talking with you is like explaining the color red, to a blind person."

"Look who's talking." I simply glared at her. She didn't glare, but she just began to read her bible.

"That's kind of hard to do without a mirror right?" She said. Sometimes, she had one of the greatest sense of humor. I chuckled, she just smiled.

I asked her if she wouldn't mind tutoring me for the next weekend. Though I was lethargic about being in her car, I had no choice. She was busy driving when, she asked me a question. "I know that you don't want my help." She said.

I shrugged. "Then we both know."

She smiled. "Why are like that?" She asked me but I didn't answer. "It's none of your business." I hissed.

She shrugged at me. "Twenty eight and Forty Two…"

I looked at her. "What's with the numbers?" I asked.

She turned to look at me and smiled, then back to the road. "Twenty eight is doing something illegal, and forty two is befriend somebody you don't like. It's a to-do list I have, for my life."

"So, you don't like me?" I asked.

She nodded slightly. "Kind of, yeah,"

I smiled; again her sense of humor was kicking in. Sometimes she's fun to be with, not that I'd ever, ever admit it.

Should I continue this one? Reviews of any kinds are appreciated. =)