Hello All! I've been obsessed with M.B.A.V. for a long time, but haven't been able to post anything. :P This is a Rory story (TeeHee That rimes!), because the Vampire Ninja rocks my socks! XD Rory is my favorite! So, it's a Rory story with my O.C. Gwen.
Oh, and I know Rory was bitten when he was 14, but I' going to have him be 15 in this story. In fact, all of them are 15, except for Erica and Sarah, they are 16. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for original characters and idea's. :P
Chapter 1.
Gwen P.O.V.
"Gwendolyn Reed! Get your rear in gear!" My mother screamed through my bedroom door. I only rolled my eye's and turned my I-Pod up higher. P!nk's "Raise Your Glass" Blasted threw my earphones. After a moment, my mom came barging into my room, an annoyed/irritated look on her face.
She stopped next to my bed and put her hands on her hips, tapping her foot. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head, her gray and black business skirt suit looking as boring as ever. She gave me a look, and I raised my eyebrows at her. Sighing, she reached out and pulled my earphones out of my ears.
"What the hell mom?" I exclaimed, as she pulled my I-Pod out of my reach.
"Hey, watch the language! And I have been trying to talk to you for five minutes!" She said.
"Well sorry, but I was busy." I said. I love my mom, but she is always working so I hardly ever see her. And my parents are divorced, so I never see my dad, since mom and I live in California, and dad lives in a little town called White Chapel, like a billion miles away. I actually grew up in White Chapel, until I was eleven and they divorced. Mom got full custody, and forced me away from my home and friends.
"Doing what, exactly?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Listening to music, relaxing." I said, matter-of-factly.
"Well, relaxing time is over. I need to speak to you."
"About what?" I asked, now curios. Mom sat down by my feet.
"Well, you never see your father anymore, and he is getting more and more upset over it ….." She trailed off. I sat up
"So? What does that mean?" I asked.
"It mean's your going to stay with him." My eyes widened and I squealed.
"Seriously?" I asked, excited. Mom seemed slightly hurt by my excitement to leave, but did her best to hide it.
"Yes. And your leaving in a week." I shot up off of my bed.
"Are you freaking kidding me? A week! I have to pack!" I shouted. Mom stood up and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you until now, sweetie." She said into my hair.
"No, it's ok! I can finally see the guys again!" I grinned, pulling away. It's been 4 years since I left White Chapel with my mom, and I haven't seen them since. Sure, we kept contact and video chat and E-Mail all the time and we would send each other recent pictures of our self's, but it's not the same. Plus, for the past 3 months, Rory has stopped the video chatting and sending pictures, now he only E-Mails me. It has worried me a little, but now that I'm going back, I can smack him and ask him why.
Mom seemed even more upset when I pulled away, but I really didn't care. She was never around anyway, so why would she care if I left? I sat back down on my bed and grabbed my blue laptop.
"What are you doing?" Mom asked, setting my I-Pod back down on my bed.
"I'm E-mailing the guys!" I told her, without looking up. I heard her sigh.
"Alright, but get to packing as soon as your done." Mom said, and left my room.
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After I sent the E-mails, I started to pack. Since I would be coming back for visits and holidays, I wasn't taking anything huge like furniture. I was only packing main things I absolutely needed, or wanted. Like: Clothes, underwear, hygiene products, my laptop and other small electronics, photo albums, the stuffed green dragon animal that Rory got me when we were 10, ect. As I was packing some photo albums, I dropped one and it opened up on the floor. Kneeling down, I grinned as I looked at old pictures of the guys and I. most of them where of when we where eleven, but there where also some of just Rory and I when we where around 5, 6, 7 and up, since Rory and I have known each other longer.
One was of Rory with his arm around my shoulder and we were grinning at the camera, both missing a front tooth and Rory had his glasses, my blonde hair in pig tails, when we where like 5. Another one was when we where 8 and had befriended Benny and Ethan. We all sat Indian style and grinned. Then there was the one where the boys had all done super man poses while I had my arms crossed and was grinning, when we were 10.
A couple tears rolled down my face as I smiled at the next picture. It was the last picture we had ever taken together, the day I moved when we were 11. We had a group hug, and smiled at the camera. I laughed at my wardrobe back then, all jeans and T-Shirts. I was defiantly a tomboy. I've become more girly since living here, wearing skirts and dresses all the time. But, I was still a tomboy at heart, and I loved to get down and dirty.
"I wonder what the guys will think when they see me now?" I wondered to myself. They'll probably go into shock.
As I closed the photo album, my eye's widened in realization.
"I have to tell Margie and James I'm leaving!" I screamed to myself. Margie, James and I all became best friends when I first moved here, and they aren't going to be happy.
Grabbing my cell phone off of my night stand, I speed-dialed Margie.
Ring….Ring…..Ring…..
"Hola?" Came Margie's loud, happy voice.
"Hey girly! Can you hang out for a while?" I asked.
"But if course! Where at?" I looked at my clock.
"My house in 10 minute's, and bring your bathing suit."
"Mmmk. Are you alright? You sound kinda weird." She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, and call James for me will ya? I want him to come too." I sighed.
"Ok? Are you sure your alright?"
"Yes Marg! I'm fine. Just get over here with James ASAP! Later."
"Later." And then I hung up. Sighing again, I walked over to my gigantic closet and picked out my plain white Bikini. Then, once in my bathroom, I slipped out of my clothes and into it. I slipped on a pair of jean shorts and grabbed a towel and my red sunglasses. After grabbing my sunscreen, I went down stairs. Deciding to have a little fun, I grinned and hoped up onto the railing, sliding all the way down. Giggling, I hoped off and glanced around our house, if that's what you'll call it. It was really like a mansion on the beach. Since my mom is a very successful lawyer, we be rich. And, my dad being one of the best surgeons around, he be rich too. He has the biggest house in White Chapel, that I grew up in. A lot of people always thought I was stuck up and snooty because of how rich my parents are, but that's not the case I tell you. I always thought I was nice and kind, I was never cruel or anything. But, you know, you just cant change some people's minds. Sigh.
"Mom! Margie and James are coming over!" I screamed as I ran to the backdoors.
"Alright! I'll have Wanda send them out when they get here!" She yelled back from her office. Wanda was just one of the many people who clean, do laundry and practically wait on us 24/7. Sometimes, she's more of a mom then my actual mom is.
"Ok!" I slipped on my white flip-flops and threw open the sliding doors. Closing them behind me, I looked out at the ocean and sighed. I was defiantly going to miss my beach, and waking up to a nice breeze and beautiful sunrise each morning. But, my boys and dad are worth leaving it all.
My shoulder length, light blonde hair blew all around in the breeze, my bangs whipping into my eyes. I walked out onto our patio, past our private pool, and down the deck stairs. I smiled when the warm sand came into contact with my toes, and walked over to one of the three of our bamboo lounge chairs that had been set out in the sand. Throwing my towel over the back of it, I slid on my sunglasses and laid back.
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"Mmmmm. I'm going to miss this." I stated, stretching out my legs.
"Then don't leave us." Margie pleaded, sitting up. Her and James arrived about an hour ago, and we where all lounging back. Margie was wearing a black bikini and her shoulder length black hair blew around her as she gave me a sad look.
"Yeah babe. We need you here." James whined, turning to me. His short blonde hair was kind of screwed up because of the wind, much to his dislike and he was in pink swim trunks. And yes, James is gay.
"You'll both survive without me." I rolled my eyes, but smiled none the less. Margie pouted and pulled her pink sunglasses up into her hair, sitting on top of her head.
"No we wont! We're like, going to die!" She exclaimed. James stood up and paced around in the sand.
"Yeah! Are you trying to kill us? School is going to suck without you, Margie is going to go bonkers, and I'll end up pulling all of my hair out! My beautiful, shiny, soft hair! Your going to cause me to go bald! Is that what you want? Me to be bald?" He ranted, being his over dramatic self. I giggled and stood up with him. Grabbing his shoulders, I pulled him into a hug.
"You wont go bald James!" I laughed, and he hugged me back. "You guys are going to be just fine without me. And, I need to see my dad and other friends again." I said, pulling back and looking back and forth between them. Margie stood up and sighed.
"Fine. But we're coming to visit you up there." She said with a small smile. I grinned.
"Of course. And it's not like I'm never coming back. I'll be back here visiting before you know it." I told them. Margie pulled James and I into a group hug, and I squeezed my friends tightly.
"Ms. Gwen?" I pulled away and turned at the sound of Wanda's voice. She was a few feet away, with a tray of drinks. We smiled at each other and she set the tray down on the little table set in front of our chairs.
"I brought you and friends drinks. They are fruit punch, your mother suggested." She told us, her Spanish accent clear in the air. "Is dis ok?"
"Yes, thank you Wanda." My friends and I grinned at her.
"Of course, Ms. Gwen." With her own smile, she turned and went back up to the house. Sitting back down, James, Margie and I all grabbed a glass. I held mine out and grinned at them.
"To us, just for being awesome." I said. They grinned some more and we clinked our glasses together.
"To us!" We chorused, then threw our heads back and took a drink.
End scene! So, was it good? Bad? Did it suck?
Here are the people I see as the characters:
Gwen: Courtney Biggs. She's in the movie "Forget me not".
Margie: Isabelle Fuhrman. She's in the upcoming "Hunger Games" movie as Clove, and she's also in "Orphan".
James: Kenton Duty. He is in "Shake it up" on Disney Channel as Gunter. Now don't kill me, but ever since I saw him in the sparkly outfits, I just thought he was the perfect James for my story. I know he's not actually gay, so please don't get mad.
Gwen's mom: Drew Barrymore.
Gwen's dad: Dennis Quaid.
So? Review! :D