Alright so this is a story that I will be working on. Tell me if you think it sounds good or not. Here's the Prologue.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for the ones that i made up. Most of the aspects in this story belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue
High school. You go into it thinking that all you're friends will stay you're friends forever. You think that you and the people you're closest to won't change. You think that over a summer people will have matured and dating will be oh so very different. Lives connect, people come and go. Things change and sometimes what was once important to you now means so little. Parties happen and mistakes are made. After all High school is pretty much a building full of children who got slapped in the face with puberty. With hormones raging so many things can happen. Its full of the best and worst years of your life. When you look back at it how much of it will you really be able to remember and do you even want to remember all of it?
And late at night when I'm all alone I sneak outside and stare at the night time sky. I look at the twinkling stars and the bright, bright moon against the dark inky backdrop and I pretend that it's all out there shining just for me. And when the moon is putting on it's late night show I think about my life and how it all went downhill. But, mostly I think about you. You were constantly on my mind before I had even met you. Already claiming my attention and I didn't even know your name. I think about how things were never once perfect when it came to you and I. Always filled with blame. We could never stop and think about what we were doing to each other. We loved each other and maybe that's why things turned out this way. We both changed along the way and we didn't even notice. All we can see is each other. And as impossible as it seems I can't ever regret meeting you. No matter how much you think it's you're fault it's just as much as mine. I was there for every single step of the way. Both of us couldn't have possibly known that it would end up like this. People say that we aren't good for each other. That we ruined our lives by meeting. I can't bring myself to believe them because you stole my heart or maybe I just gave it to you. As twisted and fucked as this whole thing seems I'm glad that you're along with me for the ride. You can drive and I'm perfectly content riding shotgun. Just hold my hand and everything will be okay. As long as you're here and as long as you're mine everything will be just fine. You are my everything. And I just might be the one to save you. But we couldn't have ever predicted that it would end like this. No one did.
R&R