Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Taylor Lautner…. *sigh*
A/N: Hey, so I'm hoping this is good. It's really my first fanfic aside from The Newest Cullen, which I think I will be discontinuing. I just can't get the inspiration to write it anymore. I'm just not really into it much, now. However, I am trying to write a book, currently, and I've got an idea for another one, too. So, anyway, please enjoy! =D
We meet again
I entered the school, too early, once again, and headed straight for the cafeteria. The white walls and floors and tables really start to wear on you after the first few weeks. And I still had three more years of High School. Ugh.
I walked down the too-traveled hallway, and dropped my bag and coat by the wooden pillar nearest to the cafeteria entrance. I walked in only to grab a bottle of water, and a package of cinnamon-brown sugar pop tarts, and checked out.
"You have $3.50 left, hon," said the lunch lady.
"Thank you," I nodded and went back over to my bag. I shoved the pop tarts in the front pocket for third hour, and put my water in the drink holder on the side. I gathered my things, and headed down the hallways of hell getting ready to face the five daily classes of seventy-two minutes each.
I was heading to my locker, when I saw my best friend and another one of my friends walking toward me.
"Hey Mia, hey Justine."
"Hey." They said in unison.
"We're heading down to the cafeteria," Mia told me, as we passed each other.
"Okay! I'll see you later!"
I sighed. It was times like this when I wish my best friend from my childhood was here. Apparently when I was younger, I would always hang out with boys more than girls, and my very first friend when I moved to Grand Rapids was Taylor Lautner. Of course, this was all before he became a famous heartthrob to every teenage girl in the world. … Even some middle aged women…. (Shudder) And, now, I live in the — oh, so wonderful Cherry Capital of the world… Traverse City. Even if he came back, he would never find me.
Even when he was thirteen and I was eleven, and he left to get into acting, we still kept in touch. When he left is when my family and I moved. But, as we got older, and his reputation got bigger, it became harder to talk.
Shortly after he left, I started figure skating. I've only been at it for about four years, and I've already passed some of my friends — who've been skating for like eleven years — in skill. In fact, when I was in 7th grade, one of my friends blamed me for their decision to quit, saying that they've been skating longer, and should be better than me, but that's a different story.
I opened my locker and put my lunch inside of it. When I stood back up, it was only to get my English binder so I could put it in my backpack. After I closed my bag, I stood back up, grabbed my biology stuff, closed my locker, and headed for Mia's choir room. We always hung out there in the mornings. I would usually play the piano, and everyone else would just talk.
One time, I was actually playing My Immortal by Evanescence, and someone came inside the room, and said, "You've been playing that song for a week straight. Do you know any other songs? Could you play something else, please???"
I didn't say anything, but all my friends looked at her retreating figure, then to me, and I started playing the same song. (Haha, true story there) Not twenty seconds later, I heard the door to the room slam, and the whole room burst into laughter. All my friends surrounded me, and started applauding me for doing that. It was pretty funny.
I sauntered inside the room, set my stuff down, and headed for the piano. My favorite song to play was Bella's Lullaby by Carter Burwell, because I was a HUGE Twilight fan. But, I was a fan before everyone started freaking out about it. I read it before anyone had ever really heard about it.
Even though the song was meant for Bella from Edward, whenever I played it, I thought of Taylor and how much I missed him. I doubt he even remembers me, anymore. I mean, he's a big shot, now. And every girl wants to be with him. Even Mia. Every time she sees even a thumbnail picture of him, she all but drools. She doesn't know that I know him, or that I've even seen him in person, so I put up an act of being obsessed with him, as well. I know it's wrong to hide something like that from her, but I don't know if I'd be able to handle talking about him with her, or anybody else for that matter.
I sat on the piano bench, and started messing around with the keys. After a few minutes, I started playing Bella's Lullaby, and of course, my mind drifted to my long lost best friend. We lived right next door to each other, and he was right in the middle of my brother's and my ages. For example: right now, I'm 15, he's 17, and my brother's 19.
I started thinking about how we were always so close, and when he moved away, my brother and I drifted apart. Now he's at the University of Michigan, Taylor's living in L.A., and I'm living in my own dream world. At least until I have to wake up.
"No, shush! Stay there for a minute! There's someone that will really want to meet you!!!" I recognized Mia's excited whisper from the entrance to the choir room.
She tried to walk in like nothing was going on, but she couldn't hide the grin on her face.
I was starting to get nervous about whatever this was. "Mia… what's going on?" I asked slowly.
She finally caught onto my mood, and she sighed. "Aria, relax! It's nothing bad!!!"
"Then why do you look so excited? That never results to anything good." I relented.
She looked about ready to retaliate, but then she sighed again, and said, "I know. But this one's good! I promise!!!" the grin was back….
"Alright, what is it?"
"There's someone I want you to meet. We just met this morning after we ran into each other —almost literally — and I knew that you'd want to meet him." She smiled.
I sighed, again. "Well, who is he?"
She looked shocked. "How do you know it's a 'he'?"
Oh, my god. Mia's a natural blonde, and it certainly shows for her. No offense to all you blondes out there, it's just this particular one. "Mia, you said 'him'. As in a BOY." I said slowly.
"Oh," she had just gotten it. "Well… okay, come on in!" she yelled to the door.
Then someone I never thought I'd see again stepped into the room, looking better than I'd ever imagined he could.
I stared wide-eyed at the muscular teenager coming toward me, and finally found enough of my voice to say, "Taylor?"
He had a similar look on his face as he said, "Aria?"
As soon as my name left his lips, he was right in front of me, and crushed me in a hug. It wasn't one of those friendly hugs. Or romantic, either, before any of you get any ideas. It was more of an 'Oh, my god! I can't believe it's you! I've missed you so much!' type of hugs. And I returned it with as much reverence as I could.
After a few minutes, we pulled back to be met with many pairs of surprised eyes. Mia's being the most surprised.
I looked at Taylor, then back at Mia, and said nervously, "I guess I have some things to explain, huh?"
A/N: Well, there you have it! The first chapter! Please review! 5 reviews for me to post the next chapter! I love hearing your thoughts about my writing and stories! Please and thank you =D