What is Love?
A story of love, death, and triumph. (Just kidding how cheesy would that be?) A story of humor, romance, and love! Read on my friends, read on.
Chapter 1
Well I guess I'll start off with my name. Brooklyn Wilson, I live with my dad, well I used to anyways. I was being shipped off to Washington to live with my mom. Her husband lived in some place called "La Push." What the hell kind of a name is that?
"Dad," I looked at him angrily, "that name sounds made up."
He shook his head laughing, "It's an Indian Reservation. Didn't your mother tell you anything?"
I shrugged, "She probably did, but I wasn't listening." I never listened to my mom, ever since she cheated on my dad, and left my dad and me for some guy named Harry Clearwater. Apparently he died though, and now she wants me to go live with her? What a load of bull sh— My dad interrupted my thoughts.
"Well looks like you're all packed up and ready to go!" I could tell my dad was faking his excitement. His little girl was going away, and I saw passed his façade, he was hurting. Sure he wouldn't be alone, now that I'm out his girlfriend Jennifer can move in. But I knew that he knew she could never replace me.
I heard a knock at the door, and I opened it. It was my boyfriend, Jeremiah. I hugged him, "Hey babe!" I exclaimed.
"Hey," he frowned, hugging me tighter.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He let go, looking down, "You're moving today. All the way across the country."
I sighed, he was right. I lived in Texas, and we all know how long distance relationships turn out. I returned myself back into his arms. He took my chin and kissed me, his snake bite piercings made an imprint on my chin. I giggled, feeling his mo hawk.
"I just want you to know," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, "I'm always going to love you, no matter what.
He took the back of my head in his hand, and smashed my face into his chest, placing his other hand on my lower back. "I love you, so much. Do you really have to go?"
Well there you go, here come the tears. I only allowed one to escape from my eye. "Stop," I smiled, even if this was killing me. "You're gonna make my makeup smear."
Jeremiah laughed, "You're so adorable," he wiped the tear off with his thumb. He shut his mouth, clenching his jaw. He looked up and stomped his left foot. "This isn't fair!" He screamed, not too loud, but loud enough for my dad to walk towards us.
"What's going on?" Dad asked, pulling me away from Jeremiah.
"Nothing dad," I replied calmly, the sadness slowly fleeting. "He's just upset that I'm leaving," I grinned at Jeremiah, "as all boyfriends should be."
"Well you're going to miss your plane if you keep talking, now come on I got your bags packed up in the truck. Let's go Brooklyn."
I sighed, "I love you." I whispered, before departing from him.
"Wait Brooklyn," Jeremiah shouted, "I have something for you!" I rushed back over to him, "Here take this." He handed me a silver colored necklace, with a locket in the middle. I opened up the locket; it was a picture of me and him on Corpus beach. I let him put it on me; I pulled my hair out from it, and hugged Jeremiah one last time.
"Bye," I breathed, letting go. He didn't say goodbye back, simply for the fact that he couldn't say goodbye. He didn't want to. Neither did I of course, but I knew it had to be done.
Now here I am, in this truck, on my way to the airport, to go live with my mom so she won't be lonely. I hung my head down low, and shoved ear buds into my ears, and blasted my music so I could drown out my thoughts.
