Thank you for all the lovely reviews that I received for the prologue. Gosh, I literally can't wait to start on this story. This is probably one of my favorite, if not, my most favorite story I have written, and it's only the first chapter! But I have a lot of things planned for this story, and I've already planned most of them in my head haha
Anyway, here is the first official chapter, and I hope you'll enjoy reading!
Some say falling in love could be a wonderful thing. Others say the complete opposite. People say that you are truly in love with someone when you're willing to leave everything behind just in order to make them happy. Others say that trust gets you killed, love gets you hurt and being real gets you hated.
We begin this story now with a young man and a young woman. He had dazzling gold eyes and thick bronze hair. She had bright sapphires as eyes and long, beautiful, lightly caramel brown hair. They seemed like the perfect two, being the ideal couple that every man and woman wanted to be in. Stares of jealously would be looked upon them whenever the two were with each other.
But they were more than just partners, they really were the best of friends. They knew each other in a way that no one could ever understand. In all, they were perfect for each other. They had plans with each other in the future; they wanted to see the world together, to get married, to start their own family, everything.
Seems like a cliched type of ending, doesn't it.
But their reality soon turned into everything but that.
Soon, their happy little lives turned into a living nightmare. They soon found that they were no longer happy, that they were getting emotionally hurt more often whenever they were together, that seeing each other's face didn't bring a smile to them any longer. Their little jokes soon turned into insults, their playful teasing soon turned into heated arguments.
They began to ignore each other more and more, growing sick and tired of each other as each day went by. Being around one another seemed more like a job than what it should be.
Where there were once 3 hour long phone calls, were now 2 minute conversations filled with screaming and tears. Where there use to be nights where she couldn't sleep, she would phone him and he would always be the one to drive to her house in the middle of the night. Now, whenever she couldn't sleep, she couldn't even bring herself up to reach for her phone.
There was nothing.
They soon began to hate each other, until the word 'hate' was soon replaced with something even more.
They resented each other. They resented each other to the point where they told themselves that they were done. They told themselves, and told each other, to 'stay away from my life'.
And that's exactly what they both did.
Months later, after that unexpected and brutal breakup, they lived separate lives. They haven't seen nor heard from one another, but they didn't care. They both felt like it was a breath of fresh air, like some sense of freedom that they had been waiting for. As the weeks passed by, they became more estranged from what use to be a life they wanted, until it got to the point where all of that was pushed behind.
There was no form of interaction between them. They stayed away from each other as much as they could. They pretended that the other one wasn't there, until it got to a point where they had absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore. They were both involved in different things, while the other had no clue about it.
And it went on like this for months.
After high school, he moved away to another state, while she stayed back at home in California. She didn't even know that he moved away until a few months later, when someone had told her about it. But to her, she didn't care. She didn't even act surprised.
It's been years now, that they haven't seen each other. No one spoke a word about her around him, and no one spoke a word about him in front of her.
The life they once had was completely nonexistent.
Not once have they regretted their breakup, not once did they wish to see each other again. Not once have they even thought back on all the times when things were actually going okay. In fact, the moment they last saw each other was meant to be their last, and they both wanted it to stay that way.
They didn't care about the other's whereabouts. They didn't care about the other at all. They left each other's minds for good.
But where was he now?
Where was she now?
They haven't seen each other in 5 years, but things have changed.
Things have changed a lot.
Would they ever come across one another ever again? Would they even make an attempt to fix what had been ruined? Would they bring themselves up to repair what use to be a life they both would have wanted? Would they even remember how it ever felt like when they were together? Would they even care?
It's been 5 years.
They thought they had left each other's lives for good.
They just had no idea.
Brittany Miller was a happy woman. She was beautiful, she had a good job, good friends and a good family. She lived in a house all by herself in the midst of Los Angeles. She had a tiny, slim figure with long brown hair, and had pretty blue eyes that made her facial features stand out.
Not much has changed for Brittany. She still lived close to her mother and sisters, still had an extreme love for fashion, was still a bit vain and stuck up, much like she was when she was younger. She grew up to be a stunning young woman, but other than that, there hasn't been too much that has changed.
But since she became an adult, a few things have changed. One, she moved into her own place. Her mother, Beatrice Miller, still lived in their old house, but she often visits Brittany and her sisters as much as she could. Her sisters, Jeanette and Eleanor also lived in separate houses, but the three girls still lived within a 10 minute drive with each other.
She matured a lot as well. Growing up, Brittany always knew that her temper was something she had to work on, but as she grew older, she found herself calming down within seconds of getting frustrated. Yes, there were still a few things she needed to work on, especially when it came to her patience, but besides that, everything was going great.
She has a good job, lived in a wonderful house by herself, and she really was happy. In fact, these past few years have really been a breeze. There was no trouble, nothing that bothered her, nothing that made her blood boil, nothing. Though as vain as she can be, she really does care about the people around her. She really was enjoying life as a young woman.
She was now 23 years old, and she was extremely independent for her age.
She stared at herself in the full length mirror and fixed out the remaining flaws in her hair. She was getting ready to go to a baby shower; one of her closest friends from high school was due to give birth to a baby boy in a few months, and Brittany couldn't be any happier for her friend.
She glanced up at the wall, noticing that she was late. She walked out of her bedroom, grabbed the gift off the counter, and got into her car. Her life has been pretty crazy and hectic lately, especially with all those late night at work. She just couldn't wait to see an old friend again; it's been a long time since she's seen someone she used to know from her high school days.
Moments later, she arrived that the place, where everyone greeted her, where she greeted old friends, who were telling her she looked amazing, asked her how she was doing, and all that.
"Brittany!" Called her very pregnant childhood friend, Eva.
Brittany smiled and laughed to herself when she saw her friend walking (It was more like waddling) over to her. Brittany has known Eva since they were in elementary school. Sometimes it felt so surreal that someone she knew from school was about to have a baby.
"Goodness, Eva." Brittany laughed, as she hugged her. She pulled back and stared at the bulging stomach. "Are you sure you're only 7 months pregnant? You look like you're ready to give birth any second!"
Eva laughed. "I know. Ugh, I can't believe I have to endure 2 more months of this."
Brittany smiled. "Well, here, let's sit down. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
They walked over to the living room where they both sat down. Brittany placed her gift along with all the others before turning to her friend.
"I'm so glad that you could make it." Eva said.
"I wouldn't miss this baby shower for the world." Brittany said.
"So, how are you? I haven't seen you in so long!" Eva exclaimed.
"I'm doing good. And I know, I've been pretty busy lately." Brittany answered.
"How's your job going?"
"It's tiring, but I love it. I'm so grateful that I finally found a job that I actually enjoy." Said Brittany.
"How are your sisters? I haven't seen them in so long either." Eva asked.
"They're doing great. We've all been so busy nowadays. I'm just so glad that I have the week off to relax." Brittany said.
"Well, that's good. I'm so glad to see you. It's good seeing someone from school. It's been a while." Eva said, placing her hands on top of her stomach.
Brittany laughed lightly. "So, any plans for a name yet?" She asked.
Eva shook her head. "No, not yet. But gosh, he is going to be such a handful, I can tell."
"Well, I cannot wait to see the little guy. He's going to be such a handsome boy." Brittany said.
Eva laughed. "To be truthfully honest, Brittany, I would have thought that out of our group of friends back in school, you would be the one to get married and pregnant first."
Brittany wasn't so sure what to make of that, but she knew why Eva said that. Back in high school, Brittany use to be with someone, someone who use to be very important to her. They were even voted 'Most likely to get married after high school' too. But there was no more of that, there was no more of him.
"Speaking of that, Brittany, when is it going to be your turn?" Eva asked suddenly.
"My turn? For what?" Brittany asked.
"To have a baby, of course. A baby of your own." Eva said.
Brittany laughed nervously. "Well, I...well, Chris and I don't have any plans for that any time in the future, but maybe someday."
4 years ago, while on her break at work, Brittany ran into someone by the name of Christopher Keaton. He was a tall, dark haired man, with icy blue eyes, who was only a year older than Brittany. They began to talk for a while before Brittany realized that she was 10 minutes late to her next shift at work. But before Brittany could run off, he offered her his number, and things went from there.
They've been together for 4 years now, and though they live in separate houses, they still found time to spend with each other outside of their busy jobs. Chris was one of the reasons to why she was very pleased with her life, why she felt like a completely different person than the one she was 5 years ago. Even though she and Chris do have their ups and downs sometimes, she really does love him.
"Oh. Well, how's Chris doing, anyway?" Eva asked.
"Good." Brittany answered, smiling.
"Are you guys living together yet?" Asked Eva.
Brittany shook her head. "No. We still live apart, but we have been talking about moving in with each other soon. There's just too much going on right now. He's working full time, I'm working full time. There just isn't enough time to settle down."
"Well, you guys still have plenty of time in the future, anyway." Eva said.
"I guess." Brittany answered.
"Are you happy with him?" Eva asked.
"Happy? Well, of course I am, Eva. Why wouldn't I be? I'm very happy with him." Brittany said, though she wondered why her friend asked her that question. The answer is totally obvious, isn't it?
"And you two have been dating for how long?" Eva asked.
"Four years." Sighed Brittany.
"Four years, and he still hasn't proposed? Britt, we've got to do something about that!" Eva said.
Brittany couldn't help but laugh. She shrugged and said, "I know. I love him and all, and I really wish he would ask me to marry him soon, but we're both busy people. But right now, I'm perfectly happy where I am, and I couldn't have asked for anyone better."
It was a rainy day all the way across the country, in the city of New York. A 24 year old young man that went by the name of Alvin Seville was asleep in his luxurious penthouse. Now, Alvin had a good job, made extremely good money, lived by himself and everything. But for some reason, he just wasn't satisfied with it.
He was in deep sleep until light movements around him woke him up. He opened his eyes, revealing his golden orbs and yawned. He sat up, running a hand through his messy brown hair. He blinked a few times, still not completely woken from his sleepy state and saw beer bottles lying all around his bedroom. Now that woke him up.
He felt the light movements again before he averted his gaze down beside him, where a half naked blonde girl slept beside him. But before he could react, the corner of his eye caught another sense of movement and saw another half naked girl, this time with deep brown hair, curled up in a ball against his sofa.
Wait, but who were these girls? He's never seen them in his life.
Alvin looked at them for a few moments, trying to recall anything that happened last night. Why were there a dozen of empty beer bottles lying around his room, and why were there two half naked girls in his bed?
What the hell happened last night?
He sat up straight, soon finding the entire room starting to spin. He groaned to himself. Whatever did happen last night was probably the cause of this sudden hangover.
He got out of his bed, clothed himself, leaving the two girls where they were, and walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen where he took some pain-killers to help ease his headache. He leaned against the kitchen counter and closed his eyes.
It's happening again.
He just didn't understand. He worked at a really good place, earned a lot of money, lived in a penthouse in New York, is able to bring girls back to his place any time he wants, but he just wasn't happy.
He thought back to his hometown of Los Angeles, where his father and two brothers still lived. Sure, he's talked to them on the phone every once in a while, but he hasn't seen them in years, and he was now beginning to wish that he had never left. He moved out, the moment he graduated high school 5 years ago. He spent a few years in college, but hated it and decided to drop out after two years. But it didn't seem to matter; he has a good job now, after all.
New York was such a rewarding place to live in, but Alvin knew that being back in LA would make everything a tiny bit better. Living alone in such a populated place had more cons than it had pros. Alvin had been thinking about moving back to California a couple of times before, but never had the time to fully think about it.
But here he is now, hungover at one in the afternoon with two random girls in his bedroom.
He stayed like this, thinking, for who knows how long until he heard the sound of a door opening. He opened his eyes and saw the two girls emerge from his bedroom. They were now fully clothed. Again, he had no idea who these two girls were, and had no idea how they came into bed with him. But judging by the beer bottles that laid around his room, and of the smell of alcohol wafting through the air, he figured that it was better not to ask.
Alvin cleared his throat and looked at the two girls. Things like this has happened before, though those times he was sober when they happened, or half-sober at least. He just couldn't remember anything about last night.
He wasn't in a relationship. He didn't exactly want to be in one just yet. He enjoys being single, because it meant no commitment, and no annoying girl being at his heel all day. But that does not mean that he doesn't knows what being in a relationship feels like, because he does. He hasn't been in one in ages though, and goodness knows what happened the last time he was in one.
He looked at the girls and said, "Um, do you guys want me to call a cab for you, or...?"
"No, it's fine." Said the brunette. "We'll just escort ourselves out."
And those were the only words said before the two girls walked out the door, both holding their pair of high heels in his hands. Once Alvin closed the door, he took a long shower, made a quick breakfast, and entered his living room where he sat in one of the couches. He sighed deeply and put his head on his hands, and this time, it wasn't because of the hangover.
As mentioned, he has thought about moving back to California, but never found a good enough reason to convince himself to actually do it, until today. Living in New York was great, but there was nothing rewarding for himself. His father and brothers were on the other side of the country, on the days where he had worked, he worked long and tiring hours, and most of the time, things around here just got lonely.
Sure, he's friends with his co-workers and they go out for drinks a few times a month, but Alvin felt that it just wasn't the same. The only fun thing he ever does around here is whenever he has people over, or when he brings girls home for the night. But even he was beginning to grow tired of those.
He sighed to himself before grabbing his Iphone from the table. He scrolled down his contact list until he found his dad's name. He hasn't spoken to his father, Dave, in a while. In fact, it's been a few months since he had called his father, or any of his brothers. He put the phone to his ear and waited.
He knew what he had to do, and he really wished he had done it sooner. He didn't even have to think twice about this decision.
After many rings, he sighed in relief when he finally heard the other end of the line pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Dave. It's me." Said Alvin.
"Alvin?" Asked Dave.
"Yeah."
"Alvin! How are you doing, son? Wow, it's been a while since you've called. New York still treating you good?" Dave asked him.
"Yeah. How's Simon and Theodore?" Alvin asked.
"They're doing good." Answered Dave.
"That's good. How about you, dad? How've you been lately?" Alvin asked.
"You know, same old. So, what's up? Why'd you call?" Dave asked him.
Alvin paused for a few seconds. "Oh. Well, I have something to tell you. It's kind of important."
"Oh. What's wrong?" Asked his father.
Alvin sighed deeply and said, "I want to move back to California."
The other end of the phone became silent.
"Dave?" Alvin asked carefully.
"You want to move back here? But why?" Asked Dave.
Alvin shrugged to himself. "Guess I'm really starting to miss the place."
Dave sighed deeply. "Look, son, it's great to hear that you want to move back home, but you're living a very good life right now in New York. You're rich, you have your own place and everything. You can't just throw that all away."
"I know, dad. But I've been thinking about this for a while now." Alvin answered.
"Why tell me this now?" Asked his father.
"I guess that I'm getting a bit tired of New York lately. It'd be nice to return home to LA again." Alvin said.
"But why? Is there a reason why you want to leave New York?" Asked Dave.
"I don't know. Living here has been nice, but I'm starting to think that 5 years is enough. Especially with me living here all by myself, it's been pretty quiet, almost too quiet. It'd be great being able to see you, Simon and Theodore again. And besides, living in New York isn't as great as people think." Alvin said.
"Do your brothers know about this?" Asked Dave.
"No. Just you." Alvin said.
Dave didn't say anything for a while and sighed. "Alvin, are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you want to move back here?"
Alvin exhaled through his nose. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"But what about your job? Your house? What about your cars?" Asked Dave.
"I'll ask the guys from work to help me on selling them. The money will be sent to my bank account once they're sold, anyway. It won't take very long before someone buys them. This is New York, after all." Alvin said.
"And once you move back, are you planning to buy your own place?" Asked Dave.
"Yeah. I'll just move into a new house and find another job there." Alvin answered.
"Well, if that's what you really want, then I'm not here to stop you." Dave said.
"Thanks, Dave." Alvin said.
"Just make sure you tell your brothers about this." Said Dave.
"Don't worry. I'll tell them."
"Alright then. Well, good luck, and I hope to see you back home again, son. It's been too long." Said Dave.
Thanks, dad. I'll call you once I have everything figured out." Alvin said, before disconnecting the line.
It was time to go back home, back to Los Angeles, for the first time in 5 years. Back to old friends and family, back to living in the place he spent his entire life.
He just didn't know how much of a mistake he was making.
Hm. Well, we did sure learn a few things about Alvin and of Brittany in this first chapter.
What do you think of them so far? Any opinions?
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