We Know No Bounds
A Nicholas Sparks Tale
I ruffled my shaggy hair with one hand as I ambled down the crowded hallway to statistics. A new school senior year? No freakin thanks. I had an entire life back at Seaside High. Good friends, a good football team, and a cool girlfriend who loved to watch sports and eat hot wings.
A frown played on my lips as I flashed back to last month, sitting out on the back patio of the mansion while mom read Good Housekeeping and dad did built an ornate dining table while simultaneously grilling lamb shank. He never had any formal training in woodworking, but he was a man and was able to catch on very quickly. Mom's brain was smaller so she stuck to her magazines.
Those times on the patio hanging with mom and pops were the best of my life.
"Hey turd idiot, get out of the way!" I felt someone shove me against the row of lockers to my left, pulling me back to reality. "You were walking slowly like a stupid moron," said a muscly guy who looked to be about my age. "Stop walking like a dweeb."
I was too stunned to say anything back to the guy, and he was already weaving his way through bodies towards his classroom by the time I regained my composure. I ruffled my hair again.
I had never been treated like that at Seaside High and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my brow as I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. I had only been wearing them since I got out of the hospital three weeks ago and I knew they made me look like a nerd. Without glasses I was so, so handsome, like the girl in She's All That.
When I finally reached the door to my classroom I was practically shaking with nervous energy. I tousled my hair again with a rough hand as I walked in because girls seemed to react to that at SHS.
I took a seat at the back of the room so as to keep attention off myself, but my desire for anonymity was dashed when the teacher asked for new students to introduce themselves.
"Fuck. Fucking shit," I whispered under my breath as I slowly rose from my orange plastic chair and gazed over the sea of generic white faces (this is Nicholas Sparks fanfic). "I'm Kyle and I'm from Seaside Heights. I moved here because my parents died in a car crash one month ago today. I was driving." I didn't mean for that last bit to come out, and I choked a little as it escaped from my lips. I felt a hand gently grab my wrist and looked down to see a girl with long, flowing blonde hair and large blue eyes staring back at me.
I was in love.
"It's okay," she said breathlessly. "My parents are dead too. They died after their harnesses malfunctioned on Splash Mountain and they were thrown onto the pavement. I was operating the ride."
My god. This must be what true love feels like. We ran out of class arm and arm and kissed passionately in the rain and I tousled my hair 16 more times.
I got contacts one week later and we were married two weeks after that.
She died three weeks later.