Forever, I Will Love You. Chapter 10
Shout outs!! (OH and i KNOW everybody loves these!!)
Spritzah: ...did you read this chapter!? I cant remember! I have to stop letting you do this! its not good! hehehhe
Spot: hey Camaderie..who is ya friend heah?
*gets smug smile on face*
The Lone Reed: HEY GIRL! hehe you are so NOT a bad writer! believe me! if you write like you RP. there should be no problem!
Jack: hey fighter, next time RP, will ya be wit me..please? *gives her puppy dog eyes*
Chalyce: heheh im so glad your reading my story!! im glad ya like it too!!! *hands her a plate of homemade fudge brownies*
Skittery: Can I Get in on that possibly
No skitts these are HERS!!
Skittery:Sulks
AngelFish7: hehe yes, I just had to put a little fluffiness in there I mean come on right!!
Mush: YES!! fluff is always good hehehehe *gets weird looks from the other guys* What??! its true!!
Anonymous Reviewer: I have read too many books to count. I'm sort of a histroy Buff. From what i have read, i believe his name was Thomas. I may be wrong. I meant to take the part out where i said it was his real name.
Hey guys (gals what ever) I bet you all ten bucks you didn't know this was the last chapter of the story....*gets rotten fruit pelted at her* OW!!n OKAY! this was just a prologue any way!!! there is still 2 more stories to some after this!!!!! *sighs of relief when the fruit stops coming at her face* OK now that i have that cleared up. I believe this is the only 5 page(on paper that is) chapter in the Prologue! heheh
CARPE DIEM!!!
POV-Meryn
"I'se knew it! you two are perfect for each uddah!" Angelfish shouted jovially. Irish smiled and shook her head at her love struck friend.
"You know, I bet the boys are talking about the same thing we are, but with less detail." She suggested.
"Maybe, but I don't think Racetrack is the kind of boy to flaunt this sort of thing. I know him very well, and he wouldn't do that." I was very sure of myself. Racetrack wasn't as outgoing as he seems to be.
"yeah, well he is pretty boastful when it comes to gamblin'!" Angelfish recollected when she lost a blackjack game to him, he had made very sure she didn't forget it.
"Well, we best be goin' you gatta get ta bed so's ya kin clean up tammara" Irish got up and motioned to Angelfish.
"yeah, I will see you girls tomorrow! Be well!" I noticed the New York way of speaking was rubbing off one me. I Sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day....
Brooklyn~~~~
"William Conlon! If you don't find her by next Friday, I'll whip ya 'till ya bleed ya hear!?" James Rusco shouted a bit too loudly at Spot.
"yeah, yeah, So what's "er name again? Mary, or sumthin'?" Spot hated it when people asked him to do these types of things.
"Her name, is Meryn Cameron! I've been through this already!" James stormed off in a huff. While Spot thought of the million places he could look, Manhattan being the starting point.
Manhattan~~~~
POV-Racetrack
Knocking on the door to Meryns room, I suddenly became tense and nervous, why I do not know...
I heard a few shuffles of her feet and the door opened.
"Oh, Hello Race." she groggily greeted me.
"Oh, Um...sorry If I woke ya up. I-"
"No, no! it is okay, please come in.."
Turning up the oil on the lamp, she stood on her toes. She looked like a fairy. Mischievous, yet innocent, all at the same time. Her white cotton and lace nightgown twirled at her ankles. Her Auburn hair, flowed light over her shoulders, brought up in a net.
"So, what did you need?" She smiled and sat on her bed.
I thought for a few long (or they seemed long anyway) minutes. I was worried, more than normal, usually I keep to myself about other peoples problems, and never approach them about it. But this was different, I loved Meryn with all of my heart, and would never let anything harm her. Earlier, on the way to Tibbys, she got this far away look in her eyes. She had stopped walking, and I almost lost her in the sea of people. When I had finally reached her, I saw a single tear trickle from her eye.
POV-Meryn
I turned around and looked him in the eyes. Those eyes, that seemed to take in everything. Those eyes that seemed to pick apart every detail of something and examine it closely. Those eyes that mad you wish, if you looked into them deep enough, you could uncover a well remembered past, that you could read like a story. At that very moment I wanted to embrace him and never let go. I wanted to kiss his thin chapped lips and never stop. Just to show him how much I loved him. To show him I'd be willing to do just about anything for him.
"Meryn, I wanna make shoa everythin's alright. Today, I knew somethin' was wrong...is there anythin' ya wanna tell me?" He looked exasperated and worried, Like he had been bothered with this all day. But kept it to himself.
"Yes, Race I'm fine now. Perhaps I just got distracted when I started to think about my home. In Scotland." That was a lie, I was not fine. Not at all. But I couldn't worry him, not at this state in our relationship, if you could even call it that. Sure, I would tell him sooner or later, but not now, I needed to wait. I could tell he saw through my lie. But he decided not to pry.
"Okay, well. At least I kin sleep easy tanight..."
I smiled. "Thank You for checking on me, it is nice to know that you care."
Our Moment was interrupted by a loud noise coming from the fire escape outside of the window. Race walked over and opened it, peering his head through. I could hear him talking to some one....
"Heya Spot, the front door locked, or are ya plannin' on breakin' in?"
"Heh, naw, Jacky-boy just told me to meet him on tha roof is all." he laughed and continued up the escape latter.
"Who was that?" I asked curiously as I laid out my outfit for the morning. While waiting for Racetracks answer I made a list in my head:
Camisole
dress
Petticoat
Corset
Bloomers
Stalkings
Boots
"oh that was Spot Conlon, Da leadah Of da Brooklyn Newsies. You'll have to meet him sometime."
"So, I uh, made a big win at da track taday...I was wonderin' if I could take ya to dinnah tomarrah?" He looked up hesitantly.
"well I would Race, but I really need some time to myself. How is Tuesday?"
"yeah, I undahsatand, Tuesday is fine. Well see ya in tha mornin'"
And with that he was out the door. I sighed and walked to my bed. Life just wasn't what it used to be. The crowded streets of the city made my Claustrophobia worse than it was. My sense of trust in all people had melted with the snow, making paranoia the day to day.
Thinking about all of the problems that had appeared since I had left Glasgow. I shut my eyes, thoughts swirling around in my head. Things a girl my age shouldn't be worrying about. Drifting away, trying to keep my mind clear. Sleep came over me.
Lightening cracked like a whip outside of my window, which was open. Soaking the floor below it. Rain pattered to the cold floor. Remembering racetrack shut it, I was confused about how it had become ajar. Forcing the wood to touch the sill, putting all my strength into my task. SLAM! I hoped no one would wake up... The room was the black hue that made you see things, most of what you saw would terrify even the most brave human being. You saw things that you would only find in a Nightmare, The Truth. Glancing at the far corner, I saw a quick flash of something gold. A bright gold that looked more like colored foil. Shaking the fear away I got into bed and tried a failed attempt to sleep. Some one was there, and I knew it. Telling myself to stop worrying, I curled up under the quilt I had brought from home. And though about my Mother, So far away, but close in my heart.
~* WOW!!! OKAY!! I actually finished typeing it!!!!!! thank god for snow days!!!! PLEASE tell me what you think. and PLEASE watch out for the sequel!!!
~*Sniper Higgins
Shout outs!! (OH and i KNOW everybody loves these!!)
Spritzah: ...did you read this chapter!? I cant remember! I have to stop letting you do this! its not good! hehehhe
Spot: hey Camaderie..who is ya friend heah?
*gets smug smile on face*
The Lone Reed: HEY GIRL! hehe you are so NOT a bad writer! believe me! if you write like you RP. there should be no problem!
Jack: hey fighter, next time RP, will ya be wit me..please? *gives her puppy dog eyes*
Chalyce: heheh im so glad your reading my story!! im glad ya like it too!!! *hands her a plate of homemade fudge brownies*
Skittery: Can I Get in on that possibly
No skitts these are HERS!!
Skittery:Sulks
AngelFish7: hehe yes, I just had to put a little fluffiness in there I mean come on right!!
Mush: YES!! fluff is always good hehehehe *gets weird looks from the other guys* What??! its true!!
Anonymous Reviewer: I have read too many books to count. I'm sort of a histroy Buff. From what i have read, i believe his name was Thomas. I may be wrong. I meant to take the part out where i said it was his real name.
Hey guys (gals what ever) I bet you all ten bucks you didn't know this was the last chapter of the story....*gets rotten fruit pelted at her* OW!!n OKAY! this was just a prologue any way!!! there is still 2 more stories to some after this!!!!! *sighs of relief when the fruit stops coming at her face* OK now that i have that cleared up. I believe this is the only 5 page(on paper that is) chapter in the Prologue! heheh
CARPE DIEM!!!
POV-Meryn
"I'se knew it! you two are perfect for each uddah!" Angelfish shouted jovially. Irish smiled and shook her head at her love struck friend.
"You know, I bet the boys are talking about the same thing we are, but with less detail." She suggested.
"Maybe, but I don't think Racetrack is the kind of boy to flaunt this sort of thing. I know him very well, and he wouldn't do that." I was very sure of myself. Racetrack wasn't as outgoing as he seems to be.
"yeah, well he is pretty boastful when it comes to gamblin'!" Angelfish recollected when she lost a blackjack game to him, he had made very sure she didn't forget it.
"Well, we best be goin' you gatta get ta bed so's ya kin clean up tammara" Irish got up and motioned to Angelfish.
"yeah, I will see you girls tomorrow! Be well!" I noticed the New York way of speaking was rubbing off one me. I Sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day....
Brooklyn~~~~
"William Conlon! If you don't find her by next Friday, I'll whip ya 'till ya bleed ya hear!?" James Rusco shouted a bit too loudly at Spot.
"yeah, yeah, So what's "er name again? Mary, or sumthin'?" Spot hated it when people asked him to do these types of things.
"Her name, is Meryn Cameron! I've been through this already!" James stormed off in a huff. While Spot thought of the million places he could look, Manhattan being the starting point.
Manhattan~~~~
POV-Racetrack
Knocking on the door to Meryns room, I suddenly became tense and nervous, why I do not know...
I heard a few shuffles of her feet and the door opened.
"Oh, Hello Race." she groggily greeted me.
"Oh, Um...sorry If I woke ya up. I-"
"No, no! it is okay, please come in.."
Turning up the oil on the lamp, she stood on her toes. She looked like a fairy. Mischievous, yet innocent, all at the same time. Her white cotton and lace nightgown twirled at her ankles. Her Auburn hair, flowed light over her shoulders, brought up in a net.
"So, what did you need?" She smiled and sat on her bed.
I thought for a few long (or they seemed long anyway) minutes. I was worried, more than normal, usually I keep to myself about other peoples problems, and never approach them about it. But this was different, I loved Meryn with all of my heart, and would never let anything harm her. Earlier, on the way to Tibbys, she got this far away look in her eyes. She had stopped walking, and I almost lost her in the sea of people. When I had finally reached her, I saw a single tear trickle from her eye.
POV-Meryn
I turned around and looked him in the eyes. Those eyes, that seemed to take in everything. Those eyes that seemed to pick apart every detail of something and examine it closely. Those eyes that mad you wish, if you looked into them deep enough, you could uncover a well remembered past, that you could read like a story. At that very moment I wanted to embrace him and never let go. I wanted to kiss his thin chapped lips and never stop. Just to show him how much I loved him. To show him I'd be willing to do just about anything for him.
"Meryn, I wanna make shoa everythin's alright. Today, I knew somethin' was wrong...is there anythin' ya wanna tell me?" He looked exasperated and worried, Like he had been bothered with this all day. But kept it to himself.
"Yes, Race I'm fine now. Perhaps I just got distracted when I started to think about my home. In Scotland." That was a lie, I was not fine. Not at all. But I couldn't worry him, not at this state in our relationship, if you could even call it that. Sure, I would tell him sooner or later, but not now, I needed to wait. I could tell he saw through my lie. But he decided not to pry.
"Okay, well. At least I kin sleep easy tanight..."
I smiled. "Thank You for checking on me, it is nice to know that you care."
Our Moment was interrupted by a loud noise coming from the fire escape outside of the window. Race walked over and opened it, peering his head through. I could hear him talking to some one....
"Heya Spot, the front door locked, or are ya plannin' on breakin' in?"
"Heh, naw, Jacky-boy just told me to meet him on tha roof is all." he laughed and continued up the escape latter.
"Who was that?" I asked curiously as I laid out my outfit for the morning. While waiting for Racetracks answer I made a list in my head:
Camisole
dress
Petticoat
Corset
Bloomers
Stalkings
Boots
"oh that was Spot Conlon, Da leadah Of da Brooklyn Newsies. You'll have to meet him sometime."
"So, I uh, made a big win at da track taday...I was wonderin' if I could take ya to dinnah tomarrah?" He looked up hesitantly.
"well I would Race, but I really need some time to myself. How is Tuesday?"
"yeah, I undahsatand, Tuesday is fine. Well see ya in tha mornin'"
And with that he was out the door. I sighed and walked to my bed. Life just wasn't what it used to be. The crowded streets of the city made my Claustrophobia worse than it was. My sense of trust in all people had melted with the snow, making paranoia the day to day.
Thinking about all of the problems that had appeared since I had left Glasgow. I shut my eyes, thoughts swirling around in my head. Things a girl my age shouldn't be worrying about. Drifting away, trying to keep my mind clear. Sleep came over me.
Lightening cracked like a whip outside of my window, which was open. Soaking the floor below it. Rain pattered to the cold floor. Remembering racetrack shut it, I was confused about how it had become ajar. Forcing the wood to touch the sill, putting all my strength into my task. SLAM! I hoped no one would wake up... The room was the black hue that made you see things, most of what you saw would terrify even the most brave human being. You saw things that you would only find in a Nightmare, The Truth. Glancing at the far corner, I saw a quick flash of something gold. A bright gold that looked more like colored foil. Shaking the fear away I got into bed and tried a failed attempt to sleep. Some one was there, and I knew it. Telling myself to stop worrying, I curled up under the quilt I had brought from home. And though about my Mother, So far away, but close in my heart.
~* WOW!!! OKAY!! I actually finished typeing it!!!!!! thank god for snow days!!!! PLEASE tell me what you think. and PLEASE watch out for the sequel!!!
~*Sniper Higgins