Time for your favorite time of the day... AN UPDATE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 8 Luckily, no one falls asleep for the rest of the bus ride. So, Ben and I just talk. While everyone in front of us sing, laugh and other things that annoy the hell out of me while on a bus. "So, how long have you known me?" I ask him. I pull my black hair back to keep it out of my face and to ignore the frizziness of it, which also annoyed the hell out of me. "Since a year ago, maybe," he replies. He shrugs as if he doesn't quiet remember the day, but his eyes shine with remembrance. "A year ago? But we practically just met not even a week ago." I look at him, confused. His eyes gleam with laughter this time. It's now I realize what gorgeous grey eyes he has. The looked so empty when I first met him. Now they shine with happiness, as of he's been wanting to see me since before we met. "Oh, like you don't remember that ride," he smiles. "Ride? What are you talking about?" "Valentine's Day. Almost eleven o'clock," he says, urging my mind to rack around, trying to find it. "What are you..." I start, drifting off. Then it hits me, making me smile. "That was you, that gave me the skateboard ride?" I ask breathlessly, smiling. "Yeah," he smiles happily. "But it wasn't the first time we made contact since someone shoved the door handle into my gut." He smirks at me, holding back his laugh. "Oh, God, that was you! I am so sorry!" I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh. "But, why are you wearing glasses? And how come your hair is blond?" "This is my natural hair color. I was just a goth back then. And the glasses are because I used to wear contacts, but they bothered my eyes. Then I switched back into glasses." "But why are you in my grade? I've never seen you around before then. Did you move here?" "Actually, I was held back. I'm eighteen, not seventeen. I was supposed to graduate last year, but I bombed the SATs and failed the rest of my classes. So, I'm stuck as a senior, again." He laughs happily, making me smile. His laugh is genuine and is so full of happiness. "At least I now have more than one person caring the slightest big about me," I say, my smile fading quickly. "Yeah. But, whose the other person?" he asks. "Gen, my best friend. She was a senior last year, like you. She moved after she graduated so I have no idea where she is," I shrug. It sucks for me, but at least there was somebody in my life who cared about my well being. "I remember her, kind of-ish. She was a nice girl." I smile and nod, biting my lip to hold back a giggle. He shakes his head and smiles at me. The darker it gets, the more tired I feel. Soon, I lean my head on Ben's shoulder, not really paying attention. I don't realize until Ben talks that his arm is around me and his head is lightly resting on mine. "Alana, you okay with this?" he whispers. I blink and look at him, nodding. He smiles and pulls me closer, making me feel safe for the first time in forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now we know who Ben is and where he came into Alana's life. But, time for you to predict something. What do you this is about to happen? And, think about clue words I added into the story... If you know what they are...
B U M P I JUST NOTICED HES CALLED BEN xP Just kidding Then it would mean i dont spend time reading this awesome story So awesome it has my name xD
This is like the story wake. It was a good bookThis is a great story. Wow so much in common. But seriously this is good. BUMP!!!!
And now... AN UPDATE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 9 I open my eyes, realizing that I must have fell asleep. I feel a weight on my shoulders and my eyes widen. I soon remember that it's Ben and I smile, closing my eyes once more. "Alana, I know you are awake," I hear. I open one eye lazily and soon open the other, realizing that most students are up an out. I sit up, yawning. I look at Ben to see him smiling. "What?" I ask. "Your hair," he smiles. I realize that he's laughing and I comb my fingers through my hair. "Holy hell," I murmur, feeling my hair sticking up in all directions. It must have came out of the hair tie. I grab one and pull my hair back again, Ben still smiling, just without laughter in his eyes. Strange enough, they are hypnotizing just to look at. They are beautifully rare, in my small town's case anyway. But they are just so gorgeous. It's kind of hard for me to look away. I soon shake my head, coming out of the trance his eyes cause. "Where are we?" I ask, looking around. Other students are jostled awake by friends and some by our teacher. "The hotel," Ben says simply. That simple voice echoed in my brain, causing me to want to smile till my face hurt. I nod and grab my bag. I stand and stretch, yawning. I walk off of the bus with Ben and walk inside the hotel. The lady at the desk gives me a key and Ben a key as well. I walk off to the stairs with Ben, parting with him on the third floor. He continues walking up higher and I figure that girls were on one floor while guys were on another. Figures. I walk into my room to find three beds. Great, a sleepless night yet a night full of dreams. Wonderful. I already got ready for bed before two other girls came in, seven bags in hand just for one girl alone. She must have thought that it would be a month gone, not three days. I rolled my eyes and hopped into bed, wanting to sleep before they did. Two more girls, especially rich girls by the looks of it, would be one hell of a ride. I couldn't sleep, at least while they babbled. I felt like I would be up all night, listening to the talk nonstop. They were as bad as Gen on a good day. And was when she wasn't hyper or had any coffee or chocolate in her system. And on those days, she would go crazy as hell. Finally, they shut off the lights and laid down in their king sized beds. Soon after, came a dream. It was the girl with the seven bags. She is smiling, seeming like the happiest girl in the world. Soon, I realize that we are on a boat. Correction, yacht. We're sitting on chairs, most likely tanning because the girl is in a bikini. Then, I realize who she is. Charlotte Masterson, daughter of Miles Masterson, famous real estate agent. She lives on what is the rich side of town. Her father has so much money, he should be living in L.A. But, he doesn't. But that's because he grew up in our little town. Wear hear a shout from the other side of the boat. "Daddy?" Charlotte calls. I hear a splash and smell smoke. I turn to see a fire on the ship, Charlotte screaming for her father. I walk over to the railing to see Mr. Masterson swimming to shore. Charlotte is freaking out like crazy. She turns towards me and throws me a sneer. "What are you doing here, Davis?" she scowled. "Maybe to help you," I reply, staring at her like she's dumb, which, sadly, she is. But she gets away with it thanks to her dad. "Then do something!" she yells at me hatefully. I glare at her and don't say a word after that. She just pissed me off. The fire had spread to the deck, facing me. I smile and watch Charlotte scream at me to help her. I will, but she is just too damn hateful. Finally, I let my instincts take over. "This is your dream, you can control it," I sigh, hating that I helped such a selfish bitch. "Finally! You are so useless," she shoots at me. Everything that had gone wrong seems to rewind to where it never happens. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And now I introduce the snooty rich girl who hates almost everyone.