Hai dere! So there's an A/N at the bottom about the contest. You can all thank K for that.
QOTC: Star Wars or Star Trek? I love both, but I choose Star Wars...kind of the noglastic favor of that one.
Brooke's POV
I looked out the dusty glass window, gazing across the endless brown and green fields. I rolled it down and took a whiff of the fresh air, closing my eyes and embracing the smell of grass. There a houses and barns that were always a couple miles apart.
"There's the house!" Jason exclaimed. I followed his pointing finger to a nice house coming up on the left side of the road. I smiled, and then noticed the older couple standing in the driveway, waving at our car. I think I shrunk down a little in the seat, because the car suddenly became larger.
I need to stop being so shy.
I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and I slowly brought myself back up. I looked at Jason, who gave me an encouraging glance.
"What if they don't like me?" I mumbled.
He laughed a little before responding, "they will, I'm of sure of it."
I smiled a little to reassure him, but I still had my inward doubts.
I slid back down in the seat again, resting my head on my knees.
"Why are you down there again?"
"It's comfortable."
The car slowed and pulled into a driveway, and I quickly pulled myself up and tried to push down stray frizzes on my head.
Jason hopped out of the car, and came around to help me get out. We left our small suitcases in the trunk and headed to the front door.
The pathway was made of smooth pieces of brown stone, bordered by colorful flowers, luscious green plants, and succulents. The door looked to be a dark oak , and it had a nice design etched into the wood. Jason reached forward and rapped his knuckles on the wood; we heard footsteps coming towards us. The door swung open wide, revealing a woman's face.
"Jason, you're here! We missed you so much! And you must be Brooke, hm? We have heard so much about you!" she chided, reaching forwards to embrace us. Dimples shown through her sun-worn skin, and wisps of white hair tied up in a small, twisted bun. Thin pink lips curled up in joy, and her wrinkled hands grabbed ours and brought us inside.
A man-one who looked very much like Jason- stood up from a rocking chair and came over to hug Jason. The father and son embraced, and soon he took me by the arm and hugged me too.
"Brooke, this is my mom and dad. Mom and dad, this is Brooke." Jason smiled, putting a hand on my back. I reached to shake hands, they hugged me again instead.
"It's so nice to meet you." I said shyly. They repeated it, and showed us into the kitchen where food was waiting.
"I'm so glad you're here," Jason whispered into my ear. A rose tint covered my cheeks.
~Later that night~
I helped Jason pull out the two small suitcases from the trunk and went back inside. He showed me to the guest room and sat down onto the nice, autumn-colored blankets next to me.
"They like you a lot, Brooke. You know that, right?"
I nodded my head slowly.
"Well if you don't, you'll learn that soon. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to help me collect some eggs tomorrow, and maybe milk the cows. Then we could make breakfast." He explained, rubbing his head.
"Sounds great. What time should I wake up?" I inquired. He grinned and stood up.
"I'll wake ya up. Until then, good night. I love you." He planted a kiss on my head and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"I love you, too." I whispered gently, looking at the ground.
Jason's parents were very nice and kind, and extremely sweet. His dad almost reminded me of my own, and his mom was like mine too-well, as much I can remember of her. I was pretty sure Mrs. Stokes liked me, but I still don't about Mr. Stokes. Jason, however, seemed convinced that they both loved me, and that was a nice little encouragement.
I'm just gonna focus on the positives.
I undid my suitcase and got ready for bed, then climbed into the chilling but comfy sheets. I stared up at the dark ceiling with my mind spinning, until I began to drift into sleep.
Jason's POV
I walked back downstairs to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of water. My mom came down soon after me. She had a few more wrinkles since I visited her last, and her brown-grey hair turning white. Still her blue eyes shone with life, her smile matching the energy.
"You're so grown up, Jason." she warmed, getting a glass for herself.
"I know, I feel so old." I joked, running a hand through my curly chocolate hair.
"Oh now don't you start."
"Alright, alright. But I am turning twenty soon."
"True, true."
Moments of peaceful silence passed between us, but I was just glad to be home. And tomorrow, I could visit Jeffrey, along with the other animals. I couldn't wait to-
"I really like Brooke, you know. How long have you two been together?" My mom broke my train of thought, starting a new course.
"Umm….at least a year and a half, maybe longer?" I hadn't really kept track.
"Ah. Well, she's very nice."
"What are you trying to get at?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm pretty tired now, so I'm going to go up to bed. Goodnight, Jason. I'm glad you're back." She smiled, setting her glass in the sink and heading upstairs. I groaned and leaned back against the counter. My mom is so...weird. I mean I love her, but she can be weird when it comes to me and relationships. Is every parent like that, or just mine?
Yeah...that took a week to pull out of my brain. I know what I want to do but I have no idea to write it...blagh! Dat be tough to write.
Anywhooo, sorry for being a little distracted- you see, I am moving to a different country, and there is a lot of stress in that, plus school, plus friends, plus my cat is dying….um...he's 13, and his name is Peabody. I have known him almost my whole life. My other cat, Piper, is turning 19 and is still more alive than ever, lol.
ERMKAY, so enough about my life, and on to the contest! *jumping up and down*
Here is the point:
You all get to write a chappie for Unspoken!
It can be long or short, sad, happy, funny, etc. There are four rules:
Characters are to stay in character. Jason cannot suddenly become a murderer, and more stuff like that.
It cannot continue the storyline, if you know what I mean. It is a shtuff.
You cannot introduce new main characters. It can take place where you want, they can do whatever you want, etc, etc.
NO LEMONS OR ANYTHING LIKE DAT.
The ways to send me your story: either by PMing me, or posting it in the Minecraft section of Fanfiction and sending me a PM to let me know.
I will choose the three stories I think best, and post them here on Unspoken. I will give you all full credit. And one more thing: If you are the first, you get to make an OC for the story. If you are second, you get to make that OC's pet. And third, you get to have internet cookies from me! (::) (::) (::) (::) (::)
So write your story, send it to me, and first, second, and third get these prizes and to be posted on this story! The deadline to send me your chappie is April 20th!
I will continue to post chappie for Unspoken until I have the three stories I chose.
:D :D
baiiii!