yay so new story! i hope that i get a lot of new viewers and that some people like my other story enough to want to read this one!! anyway...
disclaimer: S.M. owns all
I looked out the window of the hummer. A sign alerted me to the fact that we were here. We had reached Forks. The moving van was behind us, bumping along, and probably breaking every valuable that I owned. This was our fourth move in three years. My dad was in the military so they moved him around a lot. I wanted him to quit but I'd never tell him that. He was never home, but he made good money and he really loved his job. What kind of son would I be messing that up?
We pulled up to our new house minutes later. Forks is an extremely small town. You can pretty much drive anywhere in the town within 10 minutes, maybe less. Of course, finding things like a mall took a lot longer. The closest one was in Port Angeles which wasn't exactly close. I grabbed my stuff out of the hummer. I hadn't carried much with me since most of my stuff was in the moving truck but I did have my laptop, notebook, and guitar.
I looked up at what would be my home, at least until we moved again. It was white had black shutters, and was fairly large. It looked enormous compared to the one next to it but I had lived in larger houses before. I opened the front door and went straight upstairs. It was a 4 bedroom house so I had the choice of three rooms for my bedroom. I chose the one farthest from my parent's room. It was at the end of the long hallway and had a beautiful of the woods in the backyard.
As upset as I had been about moving, Forks would be the perfect town for me to live it. It was constantly raining and cold, the two types of weather I loved most. It was extremely green because the rain made everything grow at alarming rates. Green is my favorite color but I also find the forest and woods peaceful and nice. My last home, in Phoenix, had been dry and barren. The closest it ever came to rain there was the sprinklers people put out in their attempt to create a green lawn. I set my stuff down on the floor and walked outside to retrieve the rest of my stuff from the moving van.
It took the rest of the day to move my stuff to my room, but finally at 5:00, I was done. My bed was in the center of the far wall. The opposite wall, along with the door, held my entire CD collection. It took up that whole side of the room. The east wall was my dresser and my closet and on the west wall was an enormous window with a seat underneath. It looked out into the backyard.
My dad decided that we would go out to dinner to celebrate the move. We went to a small little restaurant in town. The hostess looked to be about 16 years old. She kept batting her eyelashes and winking at me. It was awkward. Her hair was bleached blonde and it didn't look good. It looked exactly like what it was-fake. Her eyes were gray, and they were dull and empty. She seemed like the type of person who what you say is what you get. And I didn't want what I saw.
We sat down and the hostess gave us our menus. She was very specific about the one she gave me and sure enough, when I opened it, her number fell out. I "dropped" it in the water pitcher that was on the table. I ordered a hamburger with French fries. Another party was coming into be seated and I saw the hostess making her way towards the empty booths near us to show them there seats. I excused myself and went to the bathroom in case she decided to stop at the table.
I got to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. That happened every time I moved to a new town. The girls fell all over me, each one of them as shallow as the next. I didn't understand why they fell all over me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My golden blonde hair was always a mess. It refused to be made nice looking. My eyes were an ordinary green and smile was crooked. I was also extremely pale, but I suppose in a town like Forks, everyone would be since there is no sun here whatsoever. Those rare days when the sun shone wasn't enough to give people here coloring. I can't say that I was bad looking but there were definitely better looking guys out there. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom.
I made my way back to my table, slowly and cautiously in case the hostess was there. She wasn't, thankfully, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I sat back down at the table and our food was brought to us. I ate as quickly as I could without choking. I just wanted to get home. I finished before my parents were only halfway done with their meal. I sighed and started looking around the restaurant. The walls had old pictures all over them. There were tons. They were of famous people like Marilyn Monroe and Elvis. Basically everyone on that wall was already dead.
I looked down and my eyes met another's. They were a deep brown and their deepness was infinite, quite unlike the hostess. They were gorgeous. The eyes belonged to a girl who looked right about my age. She had straight brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. She was pale, though not quite as pale as me. My breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful. She blushed and turned, hiding her face behind her hair. I wished she would look over again.
I got home and sat down at my desk with my guitar and notebook and wrote a song. Music was my passion. It was what got me through the day. This song was for the beautiful girl at the restaurant. It was probably the easiest time I've ever had writing a song. The more strongly I feel about something the more it seems to flow. I finished within 2 hours with lyrics and music. I sat down at the window seat. I opened the window and sang to the trees.
Your beautiful eyes
Stare right into mine
And sometimes
I think of you late at night
I don't know why
I want to be somewhere where you are
I want to be where
You're here your eyes are looking into mine
So baby make me fly
My heart has never felt this way before
I'm looking through your
I'm looking through your eyes
I wake up I'm alive
And only a little while I cry
Cause you're my lullaby
So baby come hold me tight
Cause I want to be everything you need
I want to be where
You're here your eyes are looking into mine
So baby make me fly
My heart has never felt this way before
I'm looking through your
I'm looking through your eyes
Just as long as your mine
Ill be your everything tonight
Let me love you kiss you
Baby let me miss you
Let me see your
Dream about dream about
Dream about your eyes
Eyes, eyes, eyes,
Beautiful eyes
I smiled and closed the window. I put my guitar on it's stand and got into bed.
ok so that song is by taylor swift. i love her! there will be a couple of songs by her, especially since the title of the story is based on one of her songs. so i have about 5 chapters done already so updates should be quick for a little bit.
tell me what you think. REVIEW!!
..Sapphire..
