the last time i saw him, we packed up my things
and he smiled like the first time he told me his name
and we cried with each other
we split the blame for the parts that we couldn't change
pictures, dishes, and socks
it's our whole life down to one box
there he was waving goodbye on the front porch alone

Sugarland, Already Gone

Chapter One:

I was young then. Only fourteen. My family – which was my parents and my brother, Edward – was going to be staying in this cute little house on the lake in California. I remember the house the most. Probably because it has a summer's worth of memories trapped in it. I remember it was small with light blue – the same color as my eyes – paint chipping off of it. And the inside smelled bad. Like the weight room at my school. My parents were freaking rich? Why the hell did they pick a small one? I'd have to thank them for that sometime…

My room was cute, though. It was up in the attic and I could look out the window and see the lake. The walls were painted pink – my favorite color. And also, it was the only bedroom with a TV and a DVD player. Lucky for me, I brought all of my favorite movies.

I had just started unpacking when I heard my brother's voice call to me. "ALLLIISSSE. Get down here we're going out to eat."

I sighed, ran a brush quickly through my long hair, and ran down the stairs to face Edward.

Back then – when Edward was only 16 – he was emo. He had died his bronze hair black and only wore black clothes. He even cried a lot. A year later, when he met Bella, he fell in love and was back to normal.

The two of us were outside, waiting for our parents when I saw him. He was leaning up against the house that was next to ours. He had blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Gahd. Gahd. Gahd!! He was beautiful. I watched as his cell phone rang and he answered it. "Hello," he said into it. My gahd, he had a southern accent! A beautiful accent.

I tried not to listen in on his conversation but his voice was so mesmerizing. I could help but over hear him ask whoever was on the other end when they will be coming here. And then him saying it was too bad, and then saying "see you then," before hanging up and going inside.

"You like him," Edward said. I wasn't sure if it was a question or not.

"No," I semi-lied as our parents came outside and we got into the car.

That night, I was trying to read one of my many books that I had brought with me. I'd never really given much thought to how I would die. Usually, first lines like that would make people want to read more, but I couldn't. I was too busy thinking about my boy. I've decided to call him that. My boy. It made it sound like I had a legal own on him.

I closed the book and put it on the bed side table. It was close to midnight and I wasn't even tired. All I could picture was those dark brown eyes, the wavy blonde hair. And all I could hear ringing in my ears was his voice.

Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow I'd talk to him…