Little Voices Whispering
by: Nicole Lopez
Summary: The Best Years/South of Nowhere Crossover. Dawn thought she had it all figured out and if she kept her distance then everything would be alright, that was until she realized that her relationship with Aidan was more intense than she could ever imagine. But somehow things didn't end up the way she thought they would and instead of facing it, she ran away. Now, a visit back to her old home brings Dawn face-to-face with Aidan once again as well as Ashley, Madison, Spencer, Chelsea, and all the drama that comes with them.
Notes: Firstly, please take the time to review, even if you stop in the middle and hate it. Let me know 'I hated it.' I'll keep writing regardless. TBY part takes place during the summer after freshman year and SON takes place after the shooting.
Prologue: I Want You to Need Me
I just wanted him to look at me again, like that, like I was so beautiful, and mysterious and even intelligent. Now, he just avoided me. I wish that I could go back and fix whatever got broken, whatever signals got crossed or at least know that something was going to change before it actually did.
It really hurt thinking about it, how I had it, but didn't even notice. The "it", like the chemistry between two people that is just so easy and works. I took "it" for granted and thought it all was just a game. The way he looked at me. He just had that something, you know? Other girls saw it and they jumped on the chance.
They always interrupted our moments, our talks, and when we were alone … it just boggled my mind. I never thought he could be serious with me and I thought he'd just have another one of them to turn to. So, I guess the thought of 'us' did cross my mind. I wonder if anyone else saw it. The way 'us' plagued my mind was nothing like how it stayed in his. It was so obvious from his body language, the way he turned to face me, and always spoke to me first, and called just to say hi.
I miss that. At the time though, I didn't miss it. I was annoyed by it and wanted to know why he always wanted to talk to me. What was it? I was so stupid. I told him things I'd never thought I say and there were so many things I wanted to trust him with. Maybe I could explain why I was this way so … withdrawn and hiding from the world.
Now it's too late. I see him running around with his new group, avoiding my weak attempts to contact him and now I'm the pathetic one. I'm the one watching him, looking for him, and waiting for things to be like they used to be. I'm the one calling.
But he's moved on. I can sit here and blame it on a million things, but the problem is me. It is. I was afraid. I didn't trust myself and now I'm still alone. The best thing for me to do in that situation was to leave. I left. I didn't look back. He didn't care and neither did anyone else from that world, so it was easy.
But every time I look at a certain picture, or hear a song from the CD I got him, see a movie, think about a word, or even just think about my past, he's apart of it, forever embedded into my life. I've tried to contact him recently, a lot actually, and it was a huge mistake.
It reminds me of the time he found another, committed to someone else, and tried to hide it from me. It hurt. I felt betrayed, our 'friendship' became more strained. It explained a lot, like the fewer phone calls and declines to spend one-on-one time together. I never admitted it though, not verbally.
I instead pretended that we were just friends. She was so much like me and I secretly hated her. I think he must've said something about me to her or maybe I was sending out some bad vibes because it always felt weird with her. Not with her and the rest of us, just with me and her. Part of me wanted to befriend her, but it was … awkward.
Maybe because she could still see the connection. I don't know. And then they left together. It broke my heart.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe I just … he's got another one now. He told me about this one though. So I guess he's just over me, but why does he try to hide that he's been talking to me through whispers over the phone and secret screen names? Does this one know too? God, she's so pretty. Gorgeous.
I hope it doesn't happen again to me now that I'm in this new place that I ran away to. I ran away, but I still remember everyday. I see another guy looking at me and I'm still afraid. Now his gaze too is starting to fade. I feel so alone.
(A/N: This is a prologue to a story that I want to write a few chapters of [i.e. less than 10. I hope you enjoy it. I will try to include as many TBY/SON characters as possible. Please do not be afraid to comment on this, even if it's negative. I write, you read, and then you write. Thanks! –NL)