I need to stop my creativity. I'm killing my other readers by having about fifteen stories. XDDD But this one is just to good. It kept me up until three AM thinking of the story. I had to do it or my brain would explode. Plus, the fact that I can't stop listening to Jesse McCartney's "Why don;'t you kiss her" I like the song and I play guitar, so I'm learning it. Oh, I also play piano, I'm a wicked singer *ALL STATE CHORUS BABEE!* And I'm taking drum lessons from my mom. She can play drums *She was in a Christan rock band, they ruled*, guitar *She taught me* Ohbo *Or however you spell that...*, piano, flute, clarinet, aco--ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF! She gave me singing lessons too. I love her. Unlike other kids, I MAKE my mother come sit with me at the movies. XDDDD Oh, and, I like to do dreams in third person, while actual stories are in first. It makes me happy.
Chapter one: Sweet dreams were made of this
"Seth!" A red haired, fourteen year old girl shouted from outside the Clearwater's house. "Open the door! I have to tell you something!" She called. The girl couldn't get rid of how jittery she was. She was bouncing, smiling, and squealing, occasionally. She had something very important to tell the boy who must be Seth Clearwater. The girl started to knock--Er- bang-- on the door again. On about the fifteenth knock, the door opened and she hit air.
The girl looked up, smiling, but, the smile soon faded, seeing the boy she was to believe was her Seth. The girl was more then positive this wasn't her Seth. Her Seth had long, beautiful dark hair. Her Seth had smiling, bright brown eyes. Her Seth looked warm and inviting. This boy wasn't her Seth. This boy had short hair, too short for the girl's likings. This boy's eyes were dark, and they seemed to flame as they looked down upon the frightened girl. Yes, she was very frightened from the cold glare she was getting from this boy.
She had seen the boy before, the girl thought. But he had never been to Her Seth's house. The boy whom she thought this was, was Mr. Sam Uley. A boy that her and Her Seth would laugh about and make funny faces at when he wasn't looking. Her and Her Seth, just last week, were sitting in the girls room, thinking of reasons why Mr. Sam Uley acted the way he did. They would laugh, occasionally hit each other when it was something irrational, and at one point, the girl cried at the joke Her Seth had made.
Now, the girl was back into reality. She looked up at the boy standing in her best friends house. The girl tried to think of reasons why this would happen, and in the middle of that, she realized she had been staring for over a minute now. Maybe he's just having a bad day....That's why he's looking at me like that....The girl thought. She opened her mouth to greet him, but the boy spoke up. "Go home, Riley." He commanded to the girl who must be Riley. The boy took Riley be surprise. His voice was different from Her Seth. He was a lot different.
The three words that the boy said explained a hours worth of questions. The boy was about to close the door on a frozen Riley, but suddenly, she reacted. "Wait!" She called, her voice was cracked and broken from the tears which this boy Riley didn't even know had told her.
The boy flipped around, his eyes were enraged. "What?!" He growled.
Riley sniffed, then brought her hand down to the charm bracelet that Her Seth had made for her in second grade. Riley had to have her mother add extra chin links to it since then, but it was still perfect. She un-clasped the small metal hook, and unwound it from her small wrist. Riley held it up. "If you see Seth," She started. "Tell him he can have this back!" She shouted. Riley threw the bracelet at the boy, then turned to run off, her red curls bouncing behind her.
She kept running until she was ta her house, tears were now getting to her clothes. Riley ran inside then up to her room, ignoring her mother welcoming her, then asking what happened. Riley slammed her door shut and jumped on her bed. She cried into her pillow,fighting the other urges she got. She saw this as a sign, really. A sign that she shouldn't love Her Seth. Riley had ran all the way to Her Seth's house to tell him how she felt and to hope he felt the same way about her.
Of course, ever since she had been born, Riley was the most unluckiest girl she had ever known. Opposed to Her Seth, who had never broken a bone, never had the chicken pox, even though his mother had left him in a room with Riley when she was young and had the pox, and had never been stung by anything. The worst that had ever happened was getting bit by a small spider when he was eight.
Riley hit herself, trying to stop her from thinking about Her Seth, but it was all she could do. There was nothing better in her life then the sweet sound of Seth when he would sing to her when Riley had nightmares, nothing better then the feel of his warm skin, nothing better his scent, nothing better then the way he tasted when they kissed, only small ones that friends share, though. Riley moaned out as more tears escaped. "Nothing better then him!" She called out.
Riley screamed and cried and kicked in her bed, trying to wake up from her horrible nightmare so Seth would sing to her. She wanted it all to be over. It wasn't a dream anymore, she was starting to feel unimaginable pain from the simple sentence The Boy had said. Riley cried harder, finally finding out it wasn't the worst dream she had ever had, no, this was the worst day of her eternal existence! The pain she felt, the memories that seemed meaningless, everything that had ever happened from second grade to right now seemed like a stupid waste of time!
Now, the girl laid in her bed, while across the block, a boy was doing exactly the same. He cried about his lost love, about how he would never be able to see her again because of a family curse, about how he could never hold her close, ever again. Finally, the boy cried himself to sleep.
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"He loves me! He loves me not...He loves me! He loves me not..." A red haired, seven year old girl picked at the small daisy which she held in her hand. Seth watched from behind his tree, looking at the pretty girl whom had been in his class for a year now. During that year, Seth had watched her, been enchanted by her wisdom and beauty. Seth wanted nothing more then to be the boy that the girl was picking off daisy petals for. Suddenly, the girl shot up. "He loves me!" She exclaimed.
Seth walked out from behind his tree. "Who loves you?" He asked. The girl gasped and turned, blushing a deep red from embarrassment. Seth smiled wide. "Don't worry!" He jabbed his thumb to his small chest. "You can trust me! I'm one of the most trustful people here!" He told her.
The girl giggled. "Oh yeah?" She asked.
"Yeah!"
The girl walked over to him. "I'm still not gonna tell'ya!" She giggled again.
Seth slumped over, a surprised, yet funny look on his tiny face. "What?! That's not cool!" He told her.
The girl giggled louder. "Are you cool?" She asked.
Seth smiled. "Of course I am!"
The girl walked in front of him. She took in a deep breath. "Constipated Over-rated Out of style Loser!" She sang.
Seth gasped. "You take that back!"
"Never!"
Seth sniffed, crossing his arms and turning. "Jerk," He mumbled.
"Junior Educated Rich Kid!" She called out.
Seth turned to her. "Stop it!"
The girl leaned in. "Make me." She suddenly pushed back on him, making Seth take a step back. "Tag!" She called. The girl began to run around the play area. Seth, shocked and slightly disoriented, shook his head, then took off after her.
They both laughed, running free with no one around. Finally, Seth jumped up and caught her, making them both land on the ground. After a minute of laughing, the girl smiled at Seth. "I'm Riley." She told him.
Seth laughed. "Isn't that a boy's name?!"
Riley pushed him. "Shut up!" She shouted.
Seth pushed her back. "I'm Seth."
Riley smirked. "Isn't that a pedophiles name?" She asked.
"A what?" Seth asked, confused.
Riley shook her head. "Nothing."
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The boy, Seth, shot up in his bed. He looked around. Sam and the others were there. They all wanted to say the same thing, but no one knew how. Sam opened his mouth to try, but quickly closed it. Finally, one of them, Paul, Seth thought, took a closer look at Seth. "Dude," He exclaimed. "Were you crying?!" He began to laugh a bit.
Seth narrowed his eyes, then got up. He escaped his room and walked down the steps. Leah, his sister, was sitting down there, watching something on TV. She turned her head once, then had to do a double take. "What's wrong with you?" She asked.
"Fuck off." Seth replied, moving to the door.
Leah stared at her brother. He had never used that kind of language. He had heard it from his friends, but had never said anything.
Seth opened the door and walked outside. He remembered how Sam had said it was dangerous to be away from him, but Seth didn't care. He shoved his hands into his pockets and started down the sidewalk. Seth had only taken eight steps when he head his door opening and closing behind him. What did it matter? What could Sam possibly do to stop him? With that logic, Seth kept walking, heading for the beach that he and Riley always went to.
Riley...
Seth stopped suddenly. He stared ahead of him, not moving from his position. Sam soon entered his vision, an enraged expression on his face. "Seth!" He said, trying to snap him out of his trance.
Seth kept staring, looking ahead, past Sam, towards the trees that him and Riley had climbed one day. She had fell and broke her wrist and Seth didn't leave her side until she had the cast removed. He had a natural instinct to protect Riley. No matter what. Like the time she got really sick and they had to go to the hospital, Seth had slept there the whole week she was in bed. Or like the time Riley was at school and a few guys were calling her a slut and other things like that. Seth had punched the "Leader" in the face.
All the memories that he now had to forget, to pretend that they never happened, to try to deny that he wasn't completely in love with Riley was lying to himself and her.
Seth's whole world seemed to collapse around him. All his thoughts were screaming at him. Seth knew why he felt this way, and it was one of the worst things in the world. It didn't matter, though. Even if Seth hadn't been cursed and turned into a giant wolf, he could never be able to have Riley back. Last week, while they were in her room, laughing and making fun of people whom they didn't particularly enjoy to be around, Riley had left the room to get them something to drink.
While she was gone, Seth snooped around, finding a small, black and pink journal hidden in the corner of Riley's bed. Seth knew it was wrong, but he still looked through it, finding something about how Riley hated their friend, Madison. Seth was a bit shocked, but kept looking, finally finding the latest entry.
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Dear Diary,
It's final. I will tell Seth how I feel. Ever since we first met, I've wanted to, but I'm just suck an idiot, I thought he would never feel the same. Not that I think he will now, it's just that...I don't know. It's just, I'll never have a realy chance if I never try. Why the sudden change in feeling? I was listening to Amy's iPod the other day and this love song came on. I guess, it just spoke to me. I guess, I'm just in need of something like that. Something to tell me what to do, really. Like I said, I'm an idiot. I don't really know what exactly I'm going to s--
"Seth!" Seth jumped a little and closed the journal. "Dude! Not cool!" Riley exclaimed.
Seth scratched his head. "You know me. Bad things happen when you leave me alone."
Riley put her hands on her hips. "Haven't you ever heard it was rude to go threw peoples stuff?" She asked, handing Seth a Pepsi can.
Seth shrugged as Riley laid back down next to him. "So...You hate Madison?" He asked.
Riley hit him with a pillow. "Don't look through my stuff!" She paused, settling down. "But yes. That skank can burn in hell, for all I care."
Seth gasped. He covered her mouth. "Bad bi-polar little girl! Language like that is meant for big people!" Hew told her, noting how everyone in Riley's family was pretty sure she had bi-polar disorder.
Riley smacked his hand away. "Fuck off!"
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Seth shook his head a little, feeling the soft bed beneath him. He rubbed his head slightly, only to feel the wrath of Leah's hand smack his across his face. "Don't ever talk to me like that again!"
Seth's eyes flew open and he shot up, seeing he was back in his room with Sam and everyone else back. Again. "What happened?" He asked.
Jacob took a bite of an apple, which he probably stole from Seth's kitchen. "You like...Passed out. Or something..."
Leah poked the side of Seth's head. "i think he's going insane, since he can't hang out with his little friend, Riley, anymore."
The sound of her name made Seth collapse inside of his mind again. His head feel forward and was caught by his hands. He moaned quietly. People began to move around his, trying to find out what the problem was, even through it was very clear.
Riley...
The red haired, sixteen year old slowly opened her eyes. She saw the bare, tan chest of her lover and she scooted closer. A warm hand landed on her back. "Morning." Riley said quietly.
"Morning."
Riley's eyes flipped open and she took in her breath to find out that she wasn't in bed with Her Seth--Or even the boy-- after all. She knew who it was, though. Riley scooted even closer, feeling her bare body become cold at the thought.
Hello my darlings, did you miss me? Most of you probably don't read my other work, so no. But anyways, no, Seth did not imprint on her. Why? Because I refuse to make an imprint story. Yes. I do know that I've made on before, and you know what? It sucked. Majorly. But back on subject, the whole thing is a dream. Yeah, I know that there's some Seth POV in there, well Seth was dreaming too! Also, there was a dream inside a dream, yeah, Seth dreamt about a dream he had. Just dea;l with it. Now, a banner will soon be up at Chocoxocupcake dot webs dot com. Might as well go there now, just check out what else I got...
