Okay, so I know that I don't usually write on other stories besides Twilight, and some of you might not even read this. But this is a To Kill a Mockingbird story, I just finished reading it, and I absolutely adored it. Hope you like my story: Carolyn is Atticus's deceased wife (in my mind). This story is about her life the day she meets Atticus, to the day she dies tragically. Enjoy!

P.S. I am working on a ROBSTEN story right now, but it's very eventful so it is taking awhile. Just be patient please, you won't be disappointed….(I hope.)

Never Had It So Good

Carolyn Graham's POV

I was twenty-one years of age when I received the telephone call as I sat in my large house in Montgomery, Alabama. The telephone rang through the house and I swiftly made my way to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Miss Graham," the hoarse, hesitant voice on the other line was that of Mr. Hutton, the sheriff of Montgomery. "I…I'm s' sorry."

I was utterly confused, but something inside of me told me this would be heart-breaking news. "Mr. Hutton? What is it? What's wrong?" I asked frantically.

"Yer mother and father, miss….they were'n a car crash. They didn't make it, miss, I'm very sorry."

My whole body suddenly felt extremely heavy, my vision blurred and I hung up the phone. The blackness became overwhelming and the next thing I knew my aunt was kneeling beside me, stroking my face nervously and calling my name.

Every day was harder than the previous day after my parents death. I would come home, sit in the living room and look around the house. The day after the funeral, I decided to move.

It was a split second decision, but I knew right away that it had to be done. I packed every object in the house in less than two days and ended up in Maycomb. Maycomb was a quaint town with all the needed stores and several neighbor hoods.

I had looked into real estate before coming here and found a medium-sized house on the edge of town.

I stood in front of the house while the hired men packed everything in. This is my new life, I thought.

The next morning I woke up dazed and confused. "Wha-…where am I?" I quickly shook my head and looked around. "Ah, yes. Maycomb." I sighed, stretched and climbed out of bed. I threw on my bathrobe and went downstairs. It was 6 o' clock in the morning.

I ate some bread and butter for breakfast and when I had finished, there was a knock at the door. I was shocked, but quickly answered it.

"Hello," the middle-aged woman said. "I'm Maudie Atkinson. I noticed you movin' here yesterday, I wan'ed to introduce myself."

I smiled, feeling the genuine warmth of her introduction. "Hello, Maudie. I'm Carolyn Graham. Won't you come in?" I stepped aside and motioned for her to enter. She nodded and proceeded inside.

"This sure is a beautiful house you have here." She breathed.

"Oh, thank you! Would ya like a tour?"

Maudie said yes and I started in the living room. "Well, here is the living room. And there," I pointed to a big empty space in the corner of the living room, "is where my piano is s'pposed to go. But, the piano is over there" I pointed at my big grand piano across the room, "and I'm not strong 'nough to move it."

"I know of someone who could do it!" Maudie exclaimed. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards my front door. When we were outside we walked three houses down to a two story white house with a cute wrap around porch. "Atticus Finch lives here, he is one of the nicest men I know! It's a wonder is not married…"

Maudie knocked on the door loudly and soon, a handsome man who looked about thirty five years old answered the door with a friendly smile. "Miss. Maudie, how nice to see you." He said with a velvety smooth voice and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Finch. This is Carolyn Graham, she just moved into the Smithson's old house." Maudie said.

"It's very nice to meet you, Miss. Graham." Atticus said, extending his hand for me to shake.

"Same to you, Mr. Finch." I smiled. "We actually came so I could ask you a big favor. You see, I have a piano in my house that is heavy and in the wrong spot. I was wonderin', if you don't mind, would you be able come and move it, please?"

Mr. Finch smiled and nodded. "I would love to. Let me get my brother for assistance." He disappeared into the house and returned with a short, stout man who looked a bit like Atticus. "This is my brother Jack. Jack, this is Carolyn Graham. And you know, Miss. Maudie."

"Nice to meet you, Miss. Graham. Hello, Miss. Maudie." Jack nodded to us both.

We walked back over to my house and I showed Jack and Atticus where the piano was. The had moved it in less than a few minutes.

"Thank you so much," I said. "Won't you stay and have lunch?" I asked all three of them. They agreed and we sat down to my breakfast table on the front porch. "Would anyone like some lemonade?"

"I would love some," Jack said. I nodded and went the kitchen. Maudie followed to help.

"Isn't Atticus just wonderful?" Maudie asked casually while collecting four glasses.

I blushed for reason I didn't know of. "Yes…he is." I smiled.

Maudie gasped and grinned hugely. "You like him!"

I spun around. "I do not! I just met him!" For some reason, there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that said.

Maudie looked at me and smirked, I rolled my eyes but cut the sandwiches. I carried the food out on a silver platter and set it on the table in front of the Finch's. Both of them grabbed one and ate it. "These are wonderful, Miss. Graham," Jack said.

"Thank you." I smiled.

Maudie came out with the lemonade in her hand and I set the glasses in front of each person

We ate the sandwiches, drank the lemonade and talked about several things. When Atticus and Jack thanked me and Maudie and excused themselves, Maudie insisted that she stay and help clean up.

"You know, you two would be an amazing couple." She grinned as I began to wash the platter.

I spun around. "Who? Me and Mr. Finch?" Maudie nodded. "Oh, Maudie…" I just rolled my eyes, but when I wasn't facing her, I bit my lip and a weird feeling was in the pit of my stomach. She changed the subject.

"You know what we should do, Carolyn!" Maudie grew excited. "Throw a party! Do you reckon we should have music and people can dance?"

I grinned. "Yes! That'd be mighty fun!"

"Wouldn't it? Oh! We could set up chairs in your backyard and play music and people could dance…" she paused and smiled at me with a sly look in her eyes. "We could invite Mr. Finch… I reckon he'd love to come, especially if you were here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I stretched up on my toes and stored the silver platter in the cupboard.

When I turned around she was smirking at me. "He was staring at you all afternoon, Carolyn. And I saw ya steal a few glances at him."

I sighed. "Maudie…he's fifteen years older than me. There's no chance in hell he'd even look at me in a lovin' way."

"You never know…" She smiled

The next few days Miss. Maudie and I became close friends, she always complimented my flowers I had recently planted and she even asked me for tips. We planned the party and the day before it, I made a trip to the store to buy food for the event.

I was about to turn buy my items, I heard a familiar voice standing at the door.

"Mr. Finch! How are ya?" The store owner, Mr. Tennat, greeted. I blushed and I became nervous.

I pulled gently on one of my just-below-the-chin mahogany curls and bit my lip, my back facing the store owner and Mr. Finch. As they approached, I could tell Mr. Finch hadn't noticed me. I began to fidget with my red sun hat and straightened my already starched, red dress.

The clerk appeared at the counter, said hello to me and I handed him the list of what I needed.

"…do you reckon the weather is ever going to change! It's so damn hot!" Mr. Tennat continued to talk to Atticus. He must of noticed me cause he said "oh my, miss. I am so sorry. It's not right for me to swear in the presence of lady," from behind me. I didn't want to be rude, so I turned around and smiled a wide smile. Atticus grinned suddenly, his eyes glowing.

"Mr. Finch, Mr. Tennat. Nice to see you. And don't worry, Mr. Tennat, no harm done." "Miss. Graham," Atticus said. "How are you?"

"I am doin' wonderful, Mr. Finch. How about you?"

"Likewise." He smiled.

The clerk handed me my food items in paper bags and I collected them in my arms. "Nice to see you as always, Mr. Finch. Mr. Tennat." I smiled and nodded to both of them, making my way towards the door. When I stepped outside, my foot slipped out of my heel. I sighed and set my bags down on a bench, quickly sliding my shoe back on. I was about to pick up my items when a pair of hands lifted one of the paper bags. I looked up and saw the familiar, handsome face of Atticus Finch. I laughed. "Hello again, Mr. Finch."

"May I walk you home?" He asked simply.

The casual question caught me off guard and my breath caught. I nodded, "please." Without a second thought, I grabbed the other bag in one arm and hooked my hand through Atticus's left arm, the right one was kindly carrying my second bag.

"Are you having a special event?" Atticus asked.

"Yes, actually. I am. A party, tomorrow night. I was hoping you would come…?"

"I would love to, Miss. Graham." He smiled.

My hand tightened around his arm. I was more excited for the party. "Please, call me Carolyn."

Atticus chuckled softly. "Carolyn, that's a beautiful name."

I looked up at him. "Why thank you."

"If you don't mind, call me Atticus."

I grinned. "Atticus."

We walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way, he walked me to my yard gate and I thanked him, unhooking my hand and walking to the front door.

"Miss. Graham?"

I turned on my heel. "Yes?" "Er…thank you."

"For what, Mr. Finch?" I asked, confused.

"For making my day." Atticus said.

I blushed. "Anytime, Atticus." I grinned, waved goodbye and stepped inside. I sighed, smiling and pressed my back up against the door. "Oh my."

I, Carolyn Jean Graham, was falling deeply in love with Atticus Finch.

Atticus's POV

(I wanted to show what Atticus thought of Carolyn, so here it is)

Miss. Carolyn Graham was, I admit, undeniably beautiful. She always wore bright dresses; the day I met her, she wore a floral yellow dress with white heels. Her soft mahogany hair was in tight ringlets that reached about an inch below her chin. She had elegant, flawless features. Her full lips were perfectly shaped and her green eyes were wide and framed with thick, dark lashes. She had a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks, her skin was crème-and-roses.

Her body was slim but curvy in all the right places. Her personality was what I admired most of all, she is very caring, kind, responsible and has a superb sense of humor. I always see her smiling, she leaves everything she touches radiant and happy. Including myself.