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So, since you guys were super awesome and left around a million reviews since my last update, I decided to give you more! I'm going to be honest though, this chapter is short, the shortest one yet. However, I've already written the next chapter and I believe that it will make up for it! So don't get all disappointed, get stoked instead! :)

"And I'll sit in wonder
Of every love that could've been"

Death Cab for Cutie – The Sound of Settling

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I'd spent the rest of my Saturday watching old movies with Joe who seemed to have reverted back to a kindergartener as he continued to tease me about his brother. My birthday evening was spent eating a delicious homemade dinner and cupcakes that Sarah had generously made for me as well as a few of the guys who were lucky enough to be off from work. Billy had been there as well but he only stayed long enough to eat dinner and a cupcake. During his time there, he'd barely looked in my direction and failed to speak even a word to me. It was strange but I suppose the other night was nothing more than a glitch in the grand scheme of things. Maybe he really didn't want anything to do with me, which was probably for the best. At least that's what I'd tried to convince myself repeatedly over the last 24 hours. Truth be told, I could feel myself getting more lost in him with each passing day.

After a boring Sunday of sitting on the couch, completing my reading assignment for Lit class and thinking of nothing but Billy, Monday morning was upon me and I found myself at school about 20 minutes earlier than usual. My feet lead my body in an almost zombie like fashion and before realization hit, I was sitting upon a stool in the music room staring at the grand piano. Even in its sleepy state my mind still knew exactly what I needed in that moment. Music had always been my remedy for as long as I could remember. Nothing was ever more successful in clearing g my mind that playing a song.

I blinked a few times and placed my thin fingers lightly upon the keys. As soon as my skin made contact with the smooth ivory it was as if it all flowed naturally. Playing the beginning of the tune on their own accord my fingers swept across the individual keys and I closed my eyes, letting the music envelop my thoughts. Before long I was singing, allowing the words to fill my brain as they pushed out all of the unpleasant thoughts that had irritated me incessantly.

All of these ghost towns I keep travelling through
All of these traffic signs and lonesome bars blindsiding me and you
I swear I can be better
I could be more to you
But there are things that lie in my path
That I just had to do

The more I sang the more I started to internally link the song with the current events in my life and it irritated me to no end. Instead I sang louder and with more emotion, hoping that my change in tone would distract me from my thoughts.

If you've got visions of the past
Let them follow you down
Fore they'll come back to you some day
And I found myself attached to this railroad track
But I'll come back to you some day
To you
To you
To you
Some day

I was barely a minute into the song when I heard the squeaking sound of the door as someone entered the room. I snapped my eyes open and jerked my fingers from the keys creating an awkwardly dissonant sound in the process. Spinning around on the bench I turned to see Beck standing in the doorway, looking dashing as always.

His navy colored jacket was unbuttoned, exposing his loosened striped tie and damp tucked in button down. Upon seeing the moisture spots on his shirt I glanced down to the bottoms of his khakis to see that they were wet as well. I pondered over the excessive amounts of precipitation in this city before my thoughts were interrupted by Beck's deep voice.

"That was beautiful Violet. I've never heard you sing before. Did you write that?" I peered up to his face to see a kind smile and curious blue eyes. I was sure that my face was blank. I could feel how relaxed my muscles were and I didn't feel as though I had enough energy to pretend otherwise.

"No. I don't write my own songs." Lies. I did write, often actually, but that was before I had been orphaned three months prior. Since then I'd been struggling profusely in the creativity department. I simply didn't feel like explaining it all to Beck. I trusted him but at seven in the morning I wasn't much for talking.

"It's by a duo of Swedish sisters; First Aid Kit…that's what they're called." I explained further. Unlike before though, this statement was entirely true.

"Well I liked it. Maybe we can trade playlists sometime." He suggested. When I didn't respond immediately his face fell and I instantly felt guilty. I did like Beck but I had an awful lot on my mind and unlike him I was not a morning person in the slightest.

"Sure, sounds good." I forced a smile for his benefit and that seemed to cheer him up profusely. He walked further into the room and pulled up a chair across from where I sat, the sound of the wooden legs scraping across the floor filling up the eerily silent space.

"So, I figured maybe we should talk." He started. Dammit, I guess I wouldn't get the quiet morning I was hoping for. He was right though, we did need to talk and it was as good a time as any. I glanced up at the clock to see that we had ten more minutes before I needed to make my way to my government class. I shook my head in agreement after seeing that he was expecting me to reply.

"So, Friday night was…amazing."He started as a grin stretched across his face, making its way up to his twinkling blue eyes. I smiled back, showing off my freshly brushed pearly whites. It was nearly impossible to resist the charm of Beck Alexander.

"Yes, it was." Despite everything that had happened between then and now I had to agree with him. Our moment on Friday night had been breathtaking. A slight blush seemed to form on his cheeks as I acknowledged how I shared his feelings. I noted how his scarlet tinted cheeks drastically paralleled the rest of his large masculine form, causing a giggle to erupt from between my lips. He was uncharacteristically giddy in that moment and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the fact that I was the reasoning behind it. Before moving to Boston members of the opposite sex rarely ever showed me any notice and it was nice to receive attention from someone so attractive.

"God, I've wanted to do that for so long." He admitted, scooting closer as the blush faded and his face took on a totally different more serious expression. When I didn't reply, he continued, moving forward even more.

"You're so beautiful and you're so different from all the other girls here Violet. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you." I froze and he leaned even closer. He was only a few inches from me now and I could easily spot the drops of moisture that had fallen upon his usually picture perfect hair. He leaned forward a bit more before coming to a halt, looking expectant. What did he want from me? Was it my turn to gush about why I liked him? Is this how these things worked? Truth be told I was very inexperienced in the art of courtship. In fact, before Billy and Beck I hadn't even been remotely interested in anyone in that way. I suppose you could say that my standards were a bit high but it worked for me, so far at least.

"Talk to me Vie. Am I the only one feeling this way?" I wish I knew what he was thinking or what the look on his face really meant but I wasn't a mind reader or a psychic. I was just me. I was the girl that Beck Alexander was currently confessing his deep romantic feelings to; the girl that many would later label as 'the luckiest girl in the world'. And believe me I was fully aware of how fortunate I was. However, truthfully, while I did like Beck…a lot, my feelings for Billy were still unresolved. Was it fair for me to submerse myself in this thing with Beck when I still had a bit of a crush on Billy? But would anything ever even come from these feelings I harbored for the eldest Darley boy?

While this inner conflict brewed inside of me I once again wished that I had the ability to read minds. It would make this whole ordeal so much simpler. I repressed the urge to sigh and finally decided which path to take. It was then that the words of Robert Frost crossed my mind. "Two roads diverged in a wood and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." Proving how much of a ridiculous literature nerd I was, I recited the words in my head as I analyzed them, knowing that Billy Darley was no doubt the 'road less traveled' in this scenario. Letting the poetic words sink in I thought it over for a minute before I decided upon my final conclusion. Fuck Robert Frost and his brain washing.

I would be completely stupid to pass up a chance at being with Beck. He was the school's golden boy and he was exactly the type of guy my parents would have approved of. Never disrespectful or demanding, he always treated me well and I didn't have to worry about him having insane, borderline bipolar mood swings like Billy. He was normal and he was exactly the type of influence I needed in my very unstable life.

Unsure of exactly what to say to please him I did the first thing that came to mind. Closing the gap between us, I leaned forward, connecting our lips together for the second time. This time the kiss was slow, almost painfully so, but magnificent none the less. That was yet another thing he had going for him. While I didn't have any experiences to compare it to, in my personal opinion, he was a damn good kisser. I pulled away to gauge his reaction and giggled when he grabbed my cardigan, pulling me back in and placing a sweet and final peck on my lips.

Finally leaning back, I decided that it was probably time for me to speak up.

"I like you too." The words were simple but the effect they had on Beck was immediate and I was happy to see him smiling yet again.

"So what are we?" He asked finally. I wanted to roll my eyes but resisted, chalking my annoyance up to the pre-noon timing. In reality I knew it was because of my irritation with his need to label what we were, but labeling was the norm so I couldn't really blame him.

"Let's just say we're dating." I confirmed. "I just don't know if I want anything too serious just yet. We can work our way up to that." I justified my words and he seemed pleased.

"So we're exclusive but not official?"

"Exactly." I replied, laughing at his very high school way of clarifying things. Though Beck had a good year and a half on me I often felt older than him. Strangely enough I didn't mind though. His youthfulness was refreshing, especially after being surrounded by the gang all the time. He looked as though he were about to continue but we were interrupted by the sound of the first bell, warning us to find our way to first period. After gathering our things, Beck snatched up my books and walked me to class like the gentlemen I knew him to be. My stomach fluttered at the gesture but deep down I was still reeling from the decision I'd just made. Had I made the right choice?

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I know, I know! Unless some of you are secret Beck fans, which I doubt, you're probably like "What the heck!" Don't worry though, your favorite characters will be back soon! I promise! Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed that chapter at least a little bit. I thought that maybe it was about time to get to know a little bit more about Violet and to reinstate how naive and inexperienced she really is. Trust me, she's only going to get more confused, so keep in mind that it has a lot to do with her age and her cookie cutter background. Thanks so much for reading! Please review! I'll keep writing and hopefully I can update again soon!

Song included: First Aid Kit - Ghost Town