HI-HI! So I don't care if you read this or not, but I put the day my cousin's fiancée Rebecca saw him (Nathan) again after moving back, in story format. Read if you want, but if not, skip it!

May 14, 2012

It was the day before my 18th birthday. My bags were packed, the note was written, and my watch was set to go off at midnight. Everything was set. Now I was walking through my house, trying to find a good memory. But I couldn't. I hate it here. I hate why we moved here. To get away from my boyfriend, my true love, my Nathan. We had been dating for three years, since I was 14. But my parents don't like Nathan, they made us brake up, and moved me to Canada. We called each other, but my Dad had blocked his number. Nathan came to beg my dad to let me come back, but Dad threatened to call the cops. That was when I told Nathan to give up. I would see him soon. Now I was completely cut off from my love. But I had convinced myself long ago, I was over him. Besides, with his looks, he probably has had tons of other girlfriends. No. I'm going back to the town I love, not the man.

May 15, 2012 12:00

I woke to my watch's alarm. I stood, already in jeans and a sweatshirt. I put my bags in my car after my parents went to bed last night. I grabbed the note from my bedside table, and walked as quietly as I could. Down the stairs, to the dinning room. I carefully re-read the note. "Harry and Eva, It's midnight. I'm 18. I can make my own decisions now. My first is to go back to Shepherd. Don't come looking for me. Thank you for taking care of me all these years. Even when you made the worst decision ever.

-Rebecca"

I placed the note back on the table, and walked out the door, and out of my parent's lives. Hopefully, forever.

May 16, 2012

I drove all night, from Saskatoon, Canada, to Shepherd, Montana. I made it just in time for the end of the year festival. I walked for awhile, saying hi to everyone, because in a small town, everyone knows you. I walked until I saw his tall figure. (And when I say tall, I mean it. Nathan is 6"11) A girl-Allison- walked up to him, and appeared to be flirting. He said something back, and she laughed, placing a small hand on his huge-tattooed?- bicep. A pang of…of…of something hit me. It passed when he said something else, took her hand, put it on the table they were sitting at, and walked to his bothers. And Derek. It only takes a glance to tell that the half Mexican is not one of the Caucasian Russian's brothers. The middle brother, Curtis said something to Nathan, and the youngest, Dillone (Pronounced Dillon) and Derek agreed. Nathan turned, and when he saw me, I saw his face light up. I was sure it was a reflection of mine. As he walked towards me, I realized what it was I felt when Allison was flirting with him. Jealousy. Because I wasn't over him. Once Nathan was standing in front of me, looking down, He whispered my name just loud enough for me to here it. "Rebecca." With that word, my heart was shot out of a cannon, and my soul soared with the eagles, both while sighing with relief and saying, "Your home, Rebecca. Your home."

Do you like it? I didn't make it up. This all actually happened. I asked Rebecca if I could put the story on this website, because I think it is so romantic. She came back for him. She just didn't realize it until she spoke to him. Nathan asked her out, and on that first date, proposed. She is 18 and he is 19. They are getting married in October. Now for the real story. The song of the chapter is Comatose by Skillet.

Chapter 3: Unmistakable

Soul's POV

He did it for a reason. I knew it. There was no freaking way Kid would know unless Black*Star told him. It was probably revenge for eating his nachos. But that did not deserve this. Yet Black*Star has always gone over the top. But telling Kid one sleeve of my suit was 1/10th of an inch shorter than the other, was down right vicious. Cruel bastard. So there I was, in a store, Kid throwing "worthy" suits at me, ordering me to try them on. I wore like, 14 suits that day. WTF! I finally bought three suits, one black pinstripe suit and two strait black suits. All silk, all with there own little bag of tie that would go well with the suit. I thought black went with everything?

Back at home, I put them in my closet, tiptoeing, as to not wake the sleeping Maka in my bed. I wondered why she was in my bed in the fist place. She must have been waiting for me to get home and wanted to talk to me. I loved seeing her in my bed, so at peace. It looked right. I loved…NO!

I am NOT in love with Maka. I can't. Obviously. She will never love me, and I can't have false hope. Nothing good comes from false hope. Right? I hate it when I can't believe myself. Even worse when I'm not listening. I was imagining dancing with her. We danced for ages, laughing and smiling. I only realized I fell asleep when Maka woke me up. "Hey Soul. How long have you been here?" I glanced at the clock. "An hour. I was asleep for most of it, though." She gave me a small smile. "Why didn't you wake me up when you got home?" I shrugged. "You've been tired lately, you needed the sleep."

"Yeah. Liz has been keeping me up, talking about the ball. I want to talk to you about tomorrow. Tsubaki suggested the girls have a girl's day and you guys have a guy's day. Is that cool?" I suppressed a groan. Another day with the OCD killer and the internationally known idiot? But looking at her, I realized who important it was for her to have some girl time.

"All day with the guys, no girls to stop us from doing anything stupid? I can live." I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Thanks, Soul." Then she stood and walked out of my room, to probably call, and tell the girls. Damn. I fell down on to my pillow. I sacrifice a lot for her.