And here I am editing again...
Hi! Welcome to the rehashed beginning of my Haven inspired fanfic. Haven belongs to Syfy based on "The Colorado Kid" by Stephen King.
It was in the first week of summer after the high school senior class graduation when a particular doorbell rang somewhere deep in the small town of Haven, Maine.
The young man who rang this bell was tapping his sneaker-clad foot on the welcome mat at the house's doorstep, questions running through his head as he waited to be invited into the simple one-and-a-half story house. The boy was tall, reaching his final height of 6'2" the previous summer, with dark brown hair and eyes to match, the patch of facial hair on his chin was being rubbed in thought as he waited for the door to open. Not thirty seconds had passed before the door was pulled opened.
"Duke?" The arrival of this particular young man was a surprise to Erica Martell, a woman now in her late forties but you could never tell. "What can I do for you, sweetie?"
The boy named Duke Crocker rubbed the back of his neck nervously; while he could charm his way through almost anything he had never been particularly good with parents, especially when it came to the parents of girls he liked or was friends with. "Hello, Mrs. Martell, is Drina home? She called me earlier and asked if I could come over."
The grey-tinged brunette woman tapped her temple in realization. "Yes of course, she mentioned that you might come over. Come in, come in." She stepped aside ushering the young Crocker into her home and gesturing down the hall. "You know where her room is. Is there anything I can get you?"
"No, thank you though." Duke nodded slightly as he entered the home and walked toward the back of the house only stopping to quickly greet Andrew Martell as he passed by the study with a, "Hello, Mr. Martell," and receiving an "Afternoon, Duke," in reply. As much as he loved Drina her father made him utterly nervous, the cop and the delinquent. It was a sitcom waiting to happen. Or a disaster.
Once the shaggy haired teen was out of earshot the elder man turned to his wife as she entered the study, setting aside the case file he was previously going over. "I'm still unsure of why you let the Crocker boy be friends with our daughter, Poppy. He's a delinquent and getting worse with age. I should have put a stop to this the minute it had started!"
"Andy... you're worried he's going to end up like his father. But he won't," Erica stated as she placed a hand on her husband's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Duke is not going to turn out like Simon."
"How do you know, Poppy?" Sighing the veteran police officer removed his reading glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "How do you know he won't turn out exactly like Simon? Or Roy? Or any of those other Crockers?!" Andrew hissed, keeping his voice down so that the teens down the hall wouldn't hear the conversation.
A smile played on Erica's lips as she shook her head, taking a seat on the edge of her husband's desk. "Our girl is going to save that boy, I promise you that. Duke won't turn out like the rest of the Crockers because he has Drina."