Here's my new story. I know I said I wouldn't post this for a few more months but I'm just too excited. Now that I've posted this, don't expect an update any time soon lol. It took me like 2 weeks to write this. Everything in this chapter is subject to change as I further write this story. I want this to be finished and/or near finished by then, so the next update might be in a month or later. Think of this as the test chapter :) so here's Forever.

Disclaimer: Forever is inspired by Camp Rock 2 and the song Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard. I do not own anything except how the words are put together.

'Welcome to Stone Harbor. Population 1,489.'

"They should change it to 1,492 now," my dad chuckles, glancing to my mom and me before returning his eyes to the dark road.

"Nate, you know what happened in 1492, right?" I roll my eyes at my mother's question. Of course I know. What does she think I am, an idiot? I'm 16, not 6.

"Yeah, Columbus sailed to America and shit," I mutter beneath my breath. My mom looks at me for a second, but she brushes it off. She knows I'm not in the best of moods nowadays.

Maybe it's because we're moving to this town in the middle of nowhere when we used to live in New York City. Maybe it's because my parents haven't been agreeing on a lot lately. Maybe it's because my record label just dropped my band, the basis to our move. According to my dad, I'm in need of an attitude adjustment. I wonder where he gets that from.

"It's important to know where you came from," my history teacher of a mom tells me. "Think of this as Columbus did. We're traveling to a new land. It's an adventure." She smiles at me, happy with her analogy.

"Well the idiot didn't find what he was looking for," I mumble. My mom raises her eyebrows. "He was trying to get to India. Trying to get rich from the treasures that lie there. Instead he found a shithole place and enslaved every fucker there."

"Nate!" my dad yells at me, scowling in the rear view mirror as we pull up to our house. Correction, as we pull up to our shack. The thing was a sorry excuse for a house.

"Whatever," I murmur as I quickly get out, slamming the car door before making my way to the shack.

"No, Nate. I'm seriously sick of your attitude. You need to clean up or else we're gonna have some serious problems," my dad huffs after me.

Without even acknowledging him, I unlock the front door and take a glance inside. Not too bad… for a little shore house.

"Paul! Give him a break, it's really hard for him," my mom comes to my defense.

"Hard my ass! He's gotta learn to grow up or he's not gonna make it out there!"

I tune out my parent's argument as I slowly ascend the stairs to see my room. I've gotten used to their shouting matches. They usually happen at night when they think I'm sleeping. Now that school's out, I rarely sleep. During the night at least.

I reach the door that I assume leads to my room, not that there are many to choose from. Creaking it open, I can see it's a modest size, already containing a bed and dresser, all painted a crisp white. Slightly nodding, I slowly make my way in, pushing the door closed until I hear the lock click. Setting my bags down, I sit on the unmade bed.

…Now what?

Shane and Jason are still packing up their NYC apartment to come follow me here in the morning. I guess that's the perks of being over 18, you can do whatever you want. You can move where ever you want. And once I turn 18, we'll all become roommates. Roommates and band mates.

I scowl as I remember the label who dropped us. What do they know? We made quality music, each note and lyric handwritten by us. Unlike those other fakers out there.

Knocking on my door interrupts my thoughts. My mom comes in after I mutter a reply. "You should go to the market, we need to stock up on food," she sniffles. My eyes travel from my floor to hers, taking in the fresh tears building up in the corners.

"Sure," I reluctantly agree. It's not like I have anything better to do. After assuring her I'll be safe, I roll out the driveway in my '68 Mustang with my windows down. She's my pride and joy, from my parents as a combined 16/record deal gift. At least I still have Mikayla. Yes, my car's name is Mikayla.

I glance up at the street signs as I pass, not really sure where I'm going. You'd think Mom would tell me where the store was, but I think she just wanted me out of the house. World War III's about to break out and I don't want to be anywhere near the line of fire.

Just as I look up at a street sign with Ocean Avenue written in faded blue print, an object hits me in the eye.

"What the f- ugh," I groan, my hands flying to my irritated eye. I peek down with my good eye and see a simple black bracelet laying innocently on my lap. Innocent my ass.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I look back up to see a red faced girl hesitantly make her way to my car. Ignoring my pain, I check her out, starting with her thick straight brown hair and full lips, scanning further down her petite body. When I reach her eyes again, her blush comes on even fiercer as she examines where the bracelet hit. "Oh gosh… I'm really sorry. I was just trying to show Maya here a move and I guess the bracelet is really loose and slipped right off-"

"It's okay," I chuckle. She's pretty cute when she rambles.

"Again, I'm sorry…" she looks up at me, silently asking for my name.

"Nate. Nate Tucker, I just moved here," I give her my trademark smirk.

She smiles back. "I'm Dana Turner. Been living here my whole life…" Her expression made me laugh, proving to me this town really isn't something special. It isn't even anything at all. "So will you be going to Yellowcard High next year?" she asks, finally over what happened as her cheeks turn to a more natural tan color.

"If we don't move by the end of the summer, then unfortunately," I roll my eyes, smirking again when she lets out a laugh. "I'll be a junior."

"Same," she says while shifting from foot to foot. "Well, if you do stay, I know one student who'll be happy to have you." I grin as she sends me a wink before finally turning around and joining her friends again.

Shaking my head and laughing quietly about the encounter, I put the car back in drive and continue to cruise down the streets. After an hour and the rest of my gas gone, I soon head back to my house. I'll fill it up tomorrow.

*~forever~*

"Shit," I groan as my car runs out of gas, slowing down on the deserted street. Great. Now what?

I slump back in my seat, totally relaxing in the silence. It's the whole reason I needed to get out, my parents were at it again. I don't even know what it's about this time, though they don't always have subjects to their fights.

I look around my car for something to do when my gaze lands on a black bracelet. Where is that from?

I laugh as I remember the events from last night. Dana. Dancing. Dangerous flying bracelets.

I pick it up, examining the silver plate with the word Forever inscribed. I try it on, discovering that it fits perfectly. Not too tight, not too loose. Not that I wear a lot of bracelets to know. Psh, no.

I leave it on, deciding to give it back to Dana when I see her again. If I see her again, that is. Hopefully we'll move out before school starts.

Checking the street sign, I get out of the car. Cherry Street. Well… that was helpful. I still don't know this town, so street names mean nothing to me. I notice an empty parking lot a few feet ahead, giving me an idea. Sighing, I look from my car to the lot. I go to the back of my car and push it towards the lot. Without someone holding the steering wheel, it's a bit hard but I eventually move the vehicle off the road. I huff as I lean against the trunk, gazing at the beach across the street.

While my town isn't the most exciting, at least it has a beach to hang out at. We don't get many tourists either since they're all attracted to Wildwood and Cape May, which aren't too far from here. We're like the jello that you get when you're out of the chocolate pudding. Not as satisfying, but still good.

Wait, did I just refer to this dinky town as my own? Oh no. I feel no connection to this place, not even to my house. It is and will never be my home. If home is where the heart is, then I'm doomed.

After a few minutes in lonely silence, I realize that looking cool leaning against my car will get me nowhere. Not in this deserted town, anyways. After making sure I have my wallet and keys, I lock the door and start walking down the street.

I didn't realize how long I was walking until it was almost pitch black. "Crap," I mutter, looking around to see if I at least have some sort of idea as to where I am in this damn town.

"Ah." Seeing the street sign for Ocean Avenue has never brought such relief. I swiftly stride to it until I'm right under the sign. Now what…?

"Hey… Nate, right?" a voice softly says behind me. I whip around, instantly smiling when I see the familiar face.

"Yeah." My smile drops a bit as my voice cracks. Since when have I been nervous with Dana? Well… I've only talked to her once so I don't really know what's 'normal' with her.

Dana smiles back at me, making her way closer to me. "What are you doing out here at this time? You look kind of lost."

"Yeah, I uhh… don't really know this town well," I chuckle embarrassedly while rubbing the back of my neck. It's not very cool to be found lost by the girl you like.

Wait… what?

"I can help you… if you'd like," she adds on quickly, her cheeks picking up a slight pink tint but nothing major.

I sigh. "I guess it wouldn't be too bad to hang out with you…" I laugh as she hits me, causing her to laugh as well. Shaking her head, it takes a while for her hand to slide down my arm. A long while.

I take a glance at her face to see she's biting her lip, dragging it between her pearly whites. We connect eyes for a moment that lasts an eternity before her eyes flicker down again. I let out a slightly shaky breath from the intensity of the moment.

"So… what could we do at this hour?" I ask as I glance down at my watch. Wow. I really lost track of time.

"Well," she pauses, looking me up and down before looking down the street. Hold up… did she just check me out? "There's a place off Ocean Avenue right here where we could sit and talk," she suggested, gesturing me to follow her to a small park. She plopped down on the grass and stared at me, her big innocent eyes making me cave.

Dana smirks as I settle myself on the ground, my tough exterior slowly deteriorating. I suddenly remember her bracelet on my wrist so I take it off, meeting her confused gaze with the bracelet as I hand it to her.

"Oh thank you!" she squeals, much more excited over the bracelet than I thought she'd be. She puts it on her wrist and I notice it's too loose. So I guess that's how it easily flew off her arm. She looks up at me again with her big chocolate eyes. "My grandfather gave me this bracelet when I was a little girl. He told me to give it to the person I want to spend my life with, kind of like an engagement ring but a lot less formal." She stares lovingly at the bracelet and I sense the importance it holds for her. She glances back up at me, her eyes moist. "Really, thank you," she whispers. "My grandfather died a few years ago. The doctors aren't sure but I think it's from heartbreak." She frowns as I send her a questioning look. "My grandmother passed away when I was 10 from cancer. He said he was fine for a few years but we could see he was getting worse." Dana wiped a tear away while I watched helplessly from the side. "He said my grandmother had given it to him and he had given it to my mother, who gave it to my father… Unfortunately, she died giving birth to me, so she couldn't give it to me directly." A small smile finally graced her features. "I can't wait to give it to my own children."

I look down, not able to hold her gaze. I've been complaining all this time about my parents while Dana's mother and grandparents are gone. I guess the grass isn't always greener on the other side.

"But," Dana interrupts my thoughts, "I try not to dwell on it. I still have my dad, he's a bit over protective but I love him." I return her small smile before looking up at the stars.

We sit in silence for a while before she speaks up. "You don't… feel sorry for me, do you?" she asks hesitantly. I turn my head to her and gulp, looking down.

"No," I say after a long while.

"It's just… I know we just met and all, so I don't want to scare you away with my problems."

I smile. "Talking about your problems keeps me from thinking about mine."

Dana smirks, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Smart tactic, but it doesn't work forever."

I shrug. "It works long enough to keep me from going crazy."

Dana doesn't reply, she just stares at me, her gaze switching to the blades of grass between her fingers when I catch her.

"You're different," she finally mutters. I raise my eyebrows in question while I wait for her to continue. "You're deeper than most guys your age… more mature."

I blush under her intense gaze. I'm not good under pressure. "Sorry," I mumble, looking down at the grass that just seems so interesting now.

"No," she shakes her head. "That's good. I hate most guys." I let out a snort but continue to look at the grass. "They're stupid. But not you. You're… deep. From what I can tell anyways." She leaves it hanging there, staring straight ahead after her words.

I smirk. "You have no idea."

I didn't change anything because, to be honest, I'm too lazy to proofread haha. As for the rating, there will be a little bit of smut, but not a lot if you don't want it. I'll tell you when it comes up.

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