I did write Post Blue but let's be honest, it was awful. I hadn't thought anything through and wrote the chapters in ten minutes and it showed. So, I reviewed the story, scrapped it and completely rewrote it and here it is. Hope you enjoy and please Read and review.
James Turner was 14 years old when he'd been approached by Ryan outside a building site on that life altering summers day and introduced to the world of Newport Beach.
Not that he was unfamiliar with the life of the rich. He'd grown up in Manhattan with his socialite parents who'd married each other for the business interests of there parents as a way to keep living a life of fortune. They liked each other enough and in there bitter sense they knew that was all that really mattered.
They'd conceived James only a few months into there young adolescent marriage and shirked him off on the nannies to enjoy a jet setting lifestyle of vacations, cocktail parties and countries clubs where they associated with the same like minded people.
He'd fallen in with the wrong crowd at eleven, was in a juvenile detention centre at thirteen and by fourteen he'd been shunned by his parents who didn't appreciate the shame his illegal activity had brought there name.
That was how he found himself on the other side of the country in Newport Beach, California. He'd taken all the money invested for him by rich relatives out of his accounts, packed a bag and caught the next train out of grand central station and from then on hopped on any random grey hound bus and hitch hiked along the freeway until he'd been dropped off by an elderly woman in a red pick up truck by a wall outside a construction site where Ryan found him.
He'd taken him straight home to the house he'd designed himself, set him up in a guest room and spoke to him at length the next day. When he'd established the young boy's situation they both found themselves sitting in Sandy Cohen's kitchen where James found himself going over the same story at length again.
That was the day he first set eyes on Sophie Cohen.
She'd bounded into the kitchen at thirteen years old, her long wavy Blonde hair falling out its loose bun at her over enthusiastic behaviour. She ran straight to Ryan and enveloped him in a hug before setting her Brown eyes on him.
Where she proceeded to fix him with a disgusted look which he returned with an evil glare.
And from that day on they'd bickered, they'd fought, threw verbal insults and sometimes even physical assaults at each other. It was decided that they would hate each other forever… Or at least for four years.
After all there's a thin line between love and hate.