Chapter 2
A/N: sorry I haven't written in a while, but I don't really have don't too many people reading this, so I'm kinda writing this out of my enjoyment.
When I was younger I used to live in Newport Beach, California. It was beautiful there, nice neighborhoods, good jobs and beautiful places to shop at.
As I grew older my parents got a divorce, but I was young, so I didn't really worry about that type of stuff.
Finally, my mom found Dean Hanson. They met at a market, she was getting groceries and he was on a trip for his job and happened to be buying groceries the same time my mom was; they ran into each other.
First, they spoke to one another and exchanged stories and then he asked her to lunch (he decided right then and there to ask if he could stay longer for his job, though, of course, he didn't tell my mom).
After, all their long-distance dating and stuff, we decided to move in with him and his son. Turned out they lived in a quaint little town called Cyonel, New Mexico (A/N: it's not a real place, my best friend and I made it up).
In the beginning I hated the place it seemed so boring. Moving away from such a nice place to New Mexico just wasn't appealing to me. But my mom insisted, and I felt bad for her not having a good relationship for all these years.
Immediately, I fell in love with Dean's son. Adam. I mean I didn't love him like in a passionate way, but a sisterly love and a close one. Adam was such a fun and loving character it was impossible not to like him. He told me I would learn to like the place. There was magic there, or something.
It did grow onto me, I loved the fact you know everyone and you could walk anywhere and everyone had their secrets; however, they were impossible to find out, because people can actually keep deep thoughts to themselves, unlike in California.
Adam had told me the truth; I thought he was going to be the only one I could talk to when I first moved there. He was so amazing, he was able to grow nothing into something over-night. I loved him.
The summer I first moved there he had found an old shack in a tiny forest and decided to make something out of it. A club. All throughout the hot days he had rebuilt it and got old couches and saved money for a sweet sound-system and it was done by the time the school year started. It was beautiful; my second favorite place in the world. A place where teenagers could wind down after the week and just have fun. A place where amazing things just happened-though you didn't know why. It was the best and Adam and done all of it, only from a crazy idea he had.
I go there every weekend; sometimes I even sleep over there. Carrie would stay with me sometimes, but her mom's been scared for her being out somewhere where no adults are, my mom doesn't mind it though.
One summer after Adam had built the club, I was going into my junior year, and he was coming home from looking at The University of New Mexico for his college. When it happened…. Another truck and rammed right into his, Carrie's boyfriend was in there with him. Both died. The truck-driver apparently was drunk and didn't know which side of the road he was on. Though no one else was there, our evidence came from which side they had stopped and the way the truck had hit Adam's car.
I was devastated. Along with everyone else. No one died in such a tragic way here, it just wasn't heard of! The funeral consisted of everyone; the club on weekends was even more full than it was before. People had made memorials of them by going places where they'd hang out, like Adam's club.
I had no idea what had happened the next morning and I was at my favorite place in Hughburt. It was this park with a lake, it was always vacant and no one I know has ever heard of it or stumbled upon it, I'm not even sure how I did. All of a sudden I get a phone call. "Hello Carrie?"
I heard a sob then a sniffle and a mumble explaining: "Something happened last night Will."
"What happened? What's wrong?"
"It's-" pause- " it's Adam and Michael, they…" She cried a little more, but I didn't have to wait to hear what she said. I knew what had happened. I didn't even hear what she had to say next, I just blanked and hung up the phone and sat there for a second, but it felt like hours.
Then I jumped off of Hughburt's hood, threw my phone across the field and screamed off the top of my lungs "DAMN IT!" and cried. I didn't shed too many tears, mostly sobs and angry screams.
Later, I didn't want to go home, I was sure my mom wouldn't have minded. So I ended sleeping in the clubhouse. I didn't sleep that night. It was horrible.
That night I had memories of his million-dollar smile, his surfer-blonde hair and perfectly silly laugh. Then I cried even more thinking about all the things he'd miss out on: the college he could've gone to, the wife he could've married. So many things, and so young.
After hearing Carrie's aunt so those words to me as I looked over towards the bus, all of the memories of the two summers of knowing Adam came flooding back to my conscience. I'm not sure why they came in my head right then. But I have an idea.
As soon as I looked over there I saw a tall- lanky boy step out of the sliding bus doors. He had dark-dark brownish red hair. Big thick lips and a mysterious look to him al-together and as he walked closer I saw his eyes. They were the most beautiful brown color I'd ever seen; they had secrets written all over them. Who was this boy?
"Oh, this is Zachary." Lillian announced, breaking me of my reverie, "and this is my husband Bruce. What did you say your named was again?" She asked quizzically.
"I didn't say, sorry I was thinking and got distracted…. Willie Karmichael, some people call me Will or Lee, but I don't really care."
"Oh how nice." She gave a fake-plastered smile as soon as my name slipped from my mouth.
"Why were you named 'Willie'?" It was a new voice, a deep, melodious voice. Zach.
"Um, my mom thought it would be fun to have an old-fashioned name. I love my name. Not to sound too pompous or anything." I quickly added.
"No, it makes you different."
I grew nervous under his stare and then Carrie said: "Alright, let's get in Hughburt!" After she said this I had to tell why I named my car Hughburt. It was a long way home with Lillian, she seemed too conservative for me. Bruce was just a non-conversationalist; well that's what I've come to the conclusion of. Zach seemed like a deep thinker and still all together mysterious.