A New Life and Love
by: D.S.M.M.

Chapter 1
In A Red Smelly Car

Okay the thing with this story is well, you'll see, I do not own KH, FF7, FF8, for that matter I only own Mayhew and Alex and Eric...His mom is owned by my mom (that sounds so wrong)and ya you get the point...lol And I don't own any songs cries R&R PLEASE!


"Mayhew," Alex cried out to his friend. "I'm sorry." Mayhew turned and glared at Alex. He didn't speak for a few moments, "If you were sorry, you would not have stopped me." Each word waslike venom, meant to hurt more.

Alex looked down at his boots, "I... fine be that way," Alex screams on the verge of tears. "You would have--"
"No," Mayhew's expression hardens. "No, I would have let you finish the ruffian. I would have let you kill him." Alex turns away from his childhood friend. Willing himself to say the next words that weren't going to be said unless forced.

"Not the MayhewI grew up with, at least he had a heart," Alex let the tears fall from his aqua-green eyes and fall down his tanned skin. Mayhew's eyes widened, he gasped, and let his own blue eyes fall to the ground. Then, Mayhew did something not even Alex expected; for that matter would never forget. Mayhew picked up his head and laughed, "That Mayhew died long ago." The words were a final slap to the face. Alex let out his rage and fear, his sadness and hurt, his love for his friend and ran away.

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I looked up from my book; tears fell from my own face. I stopped a sob from emitting out of my half parted lips. A chill ran up my spine, this was one of the saddest parts of the whole book, well so far anyway.

"Why are you crying," the woman driving the car asked, he golden brown hair swayed with the wind as it came through the opened windows. Her eyes were sharp, yet kind, she was around 35 years of age and looked almost like a seventeen year old. Her skin was tanned from the beach were they live, lived, I corrected myself.

"I'm almost done with this book and it's sad, Alex and Mayhew just had a fall out and Alex ran away," I wiped away the tears and smiled. I got so emotional over books, that sometimes I forget it's not real. My mother rolled her eyes and laughed either at me or herself, I had a feeling it was both.

"Why can you not be more like your older brother? I swear, Eric, sometimes I have no clue where you came from." I laughed at that and was about ready to say a smart-ass remark when I stopped myself and thought of something else to say.
"If I were more like Steven, you;d have wished I was like this anyway," I laughed as my mom gave me that look that said, 'oh shut up.' "Why are we moving again? I like Destiny Isle, you know that!"

"Better job," my mom stopped laughing, time to be serious. "We've been through this before! I already had our stuff moved. You'll get to met new people and start all over at school."

It was my turn to roll my eyes, "BUT, I like Wakka, and Tidus and Selphie. Those are my bestest friends, I like Destiny High, we could actually express ourselves. Now I have to go to a school, Ject High,that has uniforms and actually has...stuck up--"
My mom gave me a look that shut me up. This one said, 'Either that or proverty again.' Since my dad died, we had life a little easier, we got a huge amount of money from his Life Insurance, it paid for my mom's college, our new house, and my new private school. Plus, the uniform and other things I was going to need. We had enough money left over for a smelly red car and money for gas to get to Traverse Town and a week worth of food. At college my mom went to be a doctor, her new job pulled us out of Destiny Isle.

I sighed and noticed the sun was blaring in my eyes, I lower the visor and saw myself in the mirror. Dirty blonde hair like my dad, lightly tanned skin, normal face shape, and then I looked at my own eyes.Those were scary eyes, a dark brown almost black with red outline. My eyes even freaked me out. I looked down at myself, a black shirt and swishy black shorts with a white line going down the side. The Linkin Park insignia was on the bottom of the right pant leg. Just above my knee cap.

"Eric," my mom's voice was filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
I had to smile to stop her worring, "Ya mom, I'm fine." I lied so what, it was only a little one. I put my head back, ten more hours in this smelly red car. My book was open on my lap so I put a book mark in it and decided to sleep. Photograph by Nickleback came on and sleep over took me.


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