Move Along
It was a chance to move along after the incident, at least the way Walter viewed it. But he didn't like the idea of moving across the country, to a place he didn't know, that was until he found her.
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A/N: I know another story, but actually, I wrote this last night on a whim and stayed up until 1 am writing it. I managed to pop out five chapters, remind me never to drink Mountain Dew in the middle of the afternoon. So I based this story in my home state, New Hampshire and in my home town of Bow. The people in this fic are based upon people here, all places and events are real, and so is the history. I changed a few names, added people to certain families, but all last names are different, and the main characters don't exist, they're completely fictional. If you want more information, on the events I list you can contact me and I will post links, just in case you're interested. Oh and this is a Drake centric fic so don't question Josh yet, I'll make references to them.
Enjoy!
-Morgan
Intro
The sun filtered through the flame colored trees casting a warm glow all over the state. The trees in San Diego never changed color like that, brilliant reds, yellows, browns, and oranges. He never thought he'd see a tree his favorite color.
The air was crisp and cool, you could smell the wood fires starting, even though this was an Indian summer as the natives liked to call it. It was too cold for his Southern Californian blood; they said it would thicken right up though.
He sat on the bleachers, his leather jacket pulled tightly around him. It was early October, a cool wind in the air, homecoming football game, he still couldn't understand how people could wear their Birkenstocks, shorts, and short sleeves. It was just too cold.
He watched as the pathetic excuse of a football team left the field and the 'cheerleaders', if you could call them that, did their show. Most people came to the games to watch the band. This year they were doing Blues Brothers, and since it was near Halloween, the band dawned the Blues attire, Porkpie hats, skinny ties, and wayfarers, instead of the uniforms.
He wasn't here just to see the band, he was also here to see her, make her smile, because that's what she always, unintentionally, seemed to make him do and after what happened, smiling again felt good.