Caught in the Wind: Chapter 1

Disclaimer: see previous chapters...

A/N: I'd like to thank everyone for their reviews. They really help me improve my writing skills. Anyway, I know it's hard to understand the story right now but I'm not going to explain it to you because the whole point of the story is for it to explain itself. So if you read a few chapters you'll finally understand it. All you need to know right now is that Celeste keeps coming to see this old man. Please R/R.

Under the old apple tree, Celeste sat reading her book looking up every once and a while to see the old man rummaging through his garden. She paid close attention to him. Noticing every curve of the many wrinkles that had accumulated on his face. He looked at her for a moment and then went back to his mumbling and rummaging.

They both went about doing such and such when it started to drizzle. Each rain droplet turning into slush as it hit the ground. Celeste stayed under that apple tree observing the man for hours to come.

" Oh Child," the old man said looking to Celeste under the apple tree, "you will freeze to death."

She smiled, "I'm ok, I quite enjoy it."

He shook his head, "Oh please miss come in you will catch a chill, and I would hate to be the reason for it."

" Very well," She said brushing the freshly mowed grass off of her trousers.

" I'm sorry," Celeste said taking off her cherry scarf and draping it over the chair.

He placed a cup of tea in front of her, "About what miss?"

She shook her head in dismay, "About your tulips they seem to have died."

He shook his head and leaned in close, "Tis winter miss. They shall bloom again in the spring." He took a sip of his tea, "It's the beauty of nature."

She nodded.

" And your name?"

" Celeste."

" Tis a beautiful name." He put out his hand for her to shake, " Kevin Kinkirk."

They were both silent for a moment.

" Do you live close by?"

" Just down a few blocks near the old promenade."

He nodded, "I remember when I was young and we use to go and hang out there. Is it still the same way?"

She shook her head, "Kids travel to San Francisco for the weekend. To be perfectly honest it is pretty much empty."

" Things sure have changed."

" So have you got any family?"

" Ben and Mary come to visit occasionally."

" Is Ben your brother?"

He nodded, "My wife died young, and my sister as well."

" I'm so sorry."

He smiled a bit, "But I have my wife to thank for my daughter."

"Do you see her often?"

He shook his head, "My brother and his wife raised her. She looked so much like my wife. I couldn't bear to raise her."

" What was her name?"

" Cealy."

" Cealy," she said to herself leaning her head back.

He stood up and grabbed his cane, "This way child."

She stood up and followed him up the stairs to the attic. The attic was spacious, and had a cozy feeling to it a warm, tenderhearted feeling. Kevin bent down and opened an old dusty trunk. Celeste bent down next to him and brushed off years of dust that had collected on it. The initials "LK" where engraved into the bronze a blooming flower next to them. Kevin opened the trunk and took out a beautiful, antique silver picture frame with a woman in an elegant satin white dress her hair braided and tied in a bow.

Kevin kissed it and placed it in Celeste's hands, "Lucy, my wife."

Celeste studied the picture carefully, "She was beautiful."

He nodded, "Indeed she was."

" Do you think often of her?"

" Oh so very much. I remember..."

December 1998:

Slowly Lucy tied a beautiful, elegant snow-white bow in her hair and pushed a lock of curls behind her ears. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment and then turned to her sister Mary.

" How do I look?"

" No better than you ever do."

" Oh forget you! It doesn't even matter what you think," she paused for a moment to think, "It matter's what Jeremy thinks."

" Fine, whatever you say."

Lucy put a heart shaped locket around her neck, "Do you really think I look that bad? I mean if you do I'll just change."

" Luce, you've already changed your outfit 4 times. I don't know but it might be against the law to change your outfit that many time for a man." She rolled her eyes, "But I guess that's normal for you."

Lucy threw a pillow playfully at her sister, "Oh Shut Up!"

" What? It's true."

Lucy slipped on a pair of strapy white shoes, "I'm going."

" Jeremy's not here yet."

" I'm picking him up."

" Oh how romantic."

" BYE!" Lucy rolled her eyes and made her way down the steps, " Dad, I'm leaving."

" Ok, have a good time at that dance of yours."

" I will. Call me if you need anything."

Lucy picked up Jeremy and they went to Pete's Pizza in the prominade.

" Luce, we really need to talk."

" Ok, shoot."

" I wanna break up."

Lucy looked at him in dismay.

" I'm so sorry Luce, it's just you're not my type."

Lucy stood up and threw her bag on the table, "Then what is your type Jeremy? You've been out with every girl in the school and you still haven't food someone you like? Or is it another woman."

Jeremy's eyes cast downward.

" Oh! So it is?! Who is it then? Come on spit it out I know you can."

" It's Mary."

Lucy looked at him wide eyed, "My sister Mary?"

He nodded.

" Oh Jeremy, you sick pig!" Lucy exclaimed storming out of the restaurant.

Lucy slowly made her way home tears streaming from her eyes. She went through the back door to see Mary sitting at the table talking to her father.

" You sick Pig!" Lucy said coming up behind Mary.

" What are you talking about?" Mary questioned.

" You were going out with Jeremy behind my back! You are a sick pig!"

" I never went out with Jeremy."

" He said you did."

" He did?"

" Lucy, Mary! Stop all your bickering!" Eric said getting in the middle of their argument, "This is the least of our worries now."

" What are you talking about?" Lucy questioned.

" Luce, it's your mother."

A/N: I know that wasn't a great chapter but the other chapter left me in an weird place to write this chapter but I promise I'll try to make the next one better. Other than that please review.