Hey, so I wrote this thing. It'll probably be a 2-3 shot.
Warning, this is really cliched, I'm in love with VioletBeliever just a smidge too much.
Violet's POV
I was bored. That was the best way to put it.
My father had asked me at least 5 times in the last hour if I was excited.
No one was excited about moving from Manhattan to a tiny town in Maine.
We were moving in just in time for school, so wouldn't be starting school in the middle of the year. Still, that left me with three days to to get accustomed to living in Storybrooke, Maine. Yay.
We glided through quiet streets, and I miss the noise. In New York, it wouldn't matter if it was 5 am. But this place was as silent as a tomb.
We finally (finally!) pulled up in front of our new home. It was a pretty nice single family, in Storybrooke's version of 'downtown'.
The movers had already begun unloading.
We pitched in and supervised, and tried to push back our tiredness.
By the time all the boxes were in the living room, it was 5:45 am, and I desperately needed coffee.
Another drawback to Storybrooke- no 24 hour Starbucks.
A light flicked on in the shopfront next door, and I could now read the writing in the window.
"Granny's Diner, open 7am-8pm, Monday through Sunday.
Established in 1973"
The bell attached to the door jingled, and a woman in an apron with tousled blond hair poked her head outside.
"Hi. Are you the new neighbors?" she asked.
"Um, yes. Do you own this place?" My dad asked.
"Yeah. Well, my family does." She smiled. "Oh, you've probably been out there for ages. Come in!"
We headed inside, and were met with the delicious smell of cooking food.
We sat down at the bar stools in front of the kitchen, and the woman walked in behind us.
She held out her hand to my dad. "Hi. I'm Emma Swan."
My father accepts it. "Morgan Knight. This is my daughter, Violet."
"Hi Violet." She smiled.
"Hey, do you want coffee?" She asked.
"Oh, yes please." I sigh in relief. Caffeine!
"Say, how old are you?" She asks, turning on the coffee machine.
"16." I answer.
"Oh, same as my son." She said. "You'll probably see him at school."
Right, I now lived in a town where there was only one highschool.
She handed us two steaming mugs of coffee, and we thanked her profusely.
I looked around at the shop, the bright red, white, and black eighties decor making for a very cheery diner.
My father had struck up a conversation with Emma as she worked.
"Yeah, I live above the shop, with my son. Granny lives in the other flat." She was saying.
They talked for a bit, until my dad left to go get the boxes from the car.
I sat there, nursing my coffee.
I heard the thump-thump of footsteps coming down the stairs.
Someone pushed the door open calling, "Mom, where's my-"
The person froze, and so did I.
He was a tall teenaged boy, with messy brown hair and striking green eyes.
To be entirely honest, though, I didn't really register this until later.
Why?
Because he had come down in a button down shirt, in the process of buttoning the first one on the bottom.
I got an eyeful of bare chest.
I quickly looked away.
My face was probably as red as a tomato.
"Why am I so embarrassed? I've seen guys shirtless before. Like at the pool!" I thought to myself.
I don't even know this guy's name.
"Henry!" I heard Emma hiss.
Oh, so that's his name…
"Well how was I supposed to know someone was in here before opening time?" He said indignantly.
"I've told you over and over, don't come down half dressed, we have a glass storefront!" Emma retorted.
"Okay, okay…" He muttered.
After a while of staring at the tiles on the floor, Emma called to me. "You can look up now, he's back to PG."
I laughed weakly, looking up.
"Hi." I said to Henry.
"Hi yourself." He walked over, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry if I traumatized you or something."
"S'alright." I laugh. "I've seen worse..
No I haven't.
"Violet Knight." I said, shaking his hand.
"Henry Swan." He answers. "So, you're the new neighbor?"
"Yeah, looks like it." I said.
"Cool. You should come back down here tonight. I'll be working, but I'll try and introduce you to some people."
"Um, okay." I said uncertainly.
"Violet, you should go home, get some sleep then." Emma said.
"Um, yeah, yeah, sure." I get up unsteadily.
I reach for my purse. "How much do I owe you for the coffee?"
Emma smiled. "It's on the house."
"Oh, I couldn't…" I began.
"Don't worry about it. Think of it as a sorry gift. For any trauma he may have caused you." She smirked.
I laughed. "Well, thanks then."
I head out the door.
"See you later." Henry called after me.
And as I fall into my bed, I can't help but think about a certain cute stranger.
By the time I woke up, it was 12 o'clock, and I was still pretty tired.
I spent a while reading, and when my dad came to check on me, I told him I was still tired.
Knock, knock. He was back.
"Hey, Violet." My dad said.
"What..." I groaned.
"Come on, get dressed. Guess who just arrived?" He smiled.
I gasped. "Oh, they brought Nicodemus!"
"Yes. He's boarding a stables just a 5 minute walk from here." He smiled. "Well, get going."
I jump out of bed and change quickly into my riding pants and boot socks.
I practically run to the stables. I check in, tell them who I am, and run in to find Nicodemus.
He'd been given stall near the front, so he could hear the cars go by.
I loved that I didn't have to travel 30 minutes by train to get to my horse.
"Oh, Nicodemus… I missed you baby." I whispered in her ear.
He nickered back to me, letting me hug him.
"Come on." I said eagerly. "Let's go riding."
Hope you liked it! More on the way...