Post by XO_Emmaline on Jun 24, 2008 8:56:49 GMT -5
Okay, so I'm new to these boards, but I have a friend that told me I should post my fan fic here..... so I am. And I'm Emma by the way.... :]
Oh. And this switches from Crystal's Point of View, to Ted's Point of View.
Chapter One: Remembering
I’m really starting to question how the hell I wound up in this mess, it’s all very confusing to me; In the past six months I have been chased by my past, put through the media, been in the hospital, been signed a major writing contract, gone on tour with my boyfriend/fiancé, and been attacked by everyone, including my family. It’s been so crazy that I have no idea how I got this far. I just know that if it hadn’t been for the fact that my friends are amazingly stable, I probably would be demolished by now.
Well, I should probably start at the beginning, shouldn’t I?
*~*
I’ve been living in Los Angeles for around six years now, and you could say that it never gets old; in all honesty though, it’s so boring. I mean yeah, celebrity gossip, who cares? I say that the media just needs to stay out of their lives, they’re people too. They just have more money than the rest of us, better clothes, get treated better, and are famous. Yeah. They’re just like us…
Well, even though I’ve been living here for six years, my job still sucks. Plus, I’m not anywhere close where I wanted to be with my writing. Sure, I’ve gotten two articles posted in Seventeen, but that’s all that’s happened to me. Six long years of effort and hard work, and what do I get? Nothing. Life has just been so good to me lately.
Oh, and about my job. I work at Starbucks. I’m twenty six, and I’m working at Starbucks for God’s sake! The only good thing is that my friend, Meghan works here as well. She’s been trying to go somewhere with her singing, but every place has turned her down. And it really is a shame, because she’s actually quite good. The next thing I know, a blur a burgundy hair is in front of my face and I’m being carried off from my leaning out in back. d**n, break’s over.
“Crystal, you’re going to be in so much trouble if you don’t start working the counter, Matt just about blew his top off when he learned you were taking a break. Now move!” Matt was our boss, well, that and the biggest jerk to ever walk the planet. We were never allowed to do anything. Great, she shoved me into freaking RUSH HOUR. d**n her. She’s definitely going to hell.
I just calmly pulled my hair up into an extremely messy bun and threw on my hat. Who needs to know that I really hate this job? I’ll just put on the fakest smile and act extremely nice. It works, doesn’t it?
After our shift was over, Meghan and I walked to our apartment. It’s the same old, same old. I’m getting so tired of this that I could snap in half, but of course I won’t. It’s just one of those times when I’m not going to explode. Unlike many other times back in Rochester…
“GOD, TEDDY! STOP BEING SO STUPID AND LET ME DO WHAT I WANT FOR ONCE!” We were in yet another ‘lover’s quarrel’ as his parents liked to say. He wouldn’t let me finish writing my story, and he should know by now that I am a complete loser when it comes to writing.
“Crystal. Give me the d**n notebook and go sit down. We have to talk about it sooner or later, hopefully sooner. I hate it when you avoid things.” I was crying now. There was no way that I was going to give in to him. Not this time.
“No. I’m going to talk about my idiotic brother and what he thinks is funny. I’m not going to talk about anyone who talks about us because it’s retarded. I don’t care how jealous they are. They aren’t going to eat me from the inside.” I wasn’t telling him the truth. I would never tell him what my family actually did to me. I never would. I just stood up, slammed my crap down, and walked out of his house in a fury of rage.
-End of Flashback-
I shook my head violently. I can’t start thinking about him. Not now. I’ve ended that chapter in my life and I’m never ever going to think about him or that small town ever again. Ever.
I saw Daniel when we reached the apartment. We’ve been dating for around two of those six years, and I love him. I really do. That’s why I don’t need Teddy. I’ll never need Teddy. Ever. Daniel is just so cute and adorable. His brown eyes were twinkling in the light when he saw me and he ran up to me to give me a quick kiss. Okay, more like long, we’re both just so incredibly into each other. According to Meghan, It’s disgusting. But that’s okay; she’s pretty disgusting with her boyfriend Ryan. If I catch them playing tongue hockey during dinner one more time, I might just vomit.
“Hey babe. How was work?” His eyes were shining. Why does he always have to ask this? He already knows that my answer is definitely not going to be pleasant. But it’s still sweet that he asks.
“Don’t ask. Meghan made me do rush hour today. I swear, if I have to say the words ‘Thank you, please come back again soon!’, one more time tonight, I will spontaneously combust into a million pieces and you will all cry because you all love me so much.” Meghan started laughing at the last part. Jeez, was it that obvious that they weren’t going to miss me?
“Oh honey, you’ll be fine.” Funny how her words weren’t making me feel better. Oh well, I guess I better start writing in my journal soon. I need to, otherwise my documentation will die and no one will know how pathetic this chapter in my life ends.
And even though I just swore I wouldn’t, my mind drifts back to the boy with shaggy brownish/blackish hair and the twinkle in his amazing blue eyes, and I start to wonder how different my life would be if I hadn’t left Rochester.
Oh. And this switches from Crystal's Point of View, to Ted's Point of View.
Chapter One: Remembering
I’m really starting to question how the hell I wound up in this mess, it’s all very confusing to me; In the past six months I have been chased by my past, put through the media, been in the hospital, been signed a major writing contract, gone on tour with my boyfriend/fiancé, and been attacked by everyone, including my family. It’s been so crazy that I have no idea how I got this far. I just know that if it hadn’t been for the fact that my friends are amazingly stable, I probably would be demolished by now.
Well, I should probably start at the beginning, shouldn’t I?
*~*
I’ve been living in Los Angeles for around six years now, and you could say that it never gets old; in all honesty though, it’s so boring. I mean yeah, celebrity gossip, who cares? I say that the media just needs to stay out of their lives, they’re people too. They just have more money than the rest of us, better clothes, get treated better, and are famous. Yeah. They’re just like us…
Well, even though I’ve been living here for six years, my job still sucks. Plus, I’m not anywhere close where I wanted to be with my writing. Sure, I’ve gotten two articles posted in Seventeen, but that’s all that’s happened to me. Six long years of effort and hard work, and what do I get? Nothing. Life has just been so good to me lately.
Oh, and about my job. I work at Starbucks. I’m twenty six, and I’m working at Starbucks for God’s sake! The only good thing is that my friend, Meghan works here as well. She’s been trying to go somewhere with her singing, but every place has turned her down. And it really is a shame, because she’s actually quite good. The next thing I know, a blur a burgundy hair is in front of my face and I’m being carried off from my leaning out in back. d**n, break’s over.
“Crystal, you’re going to be in so much trouble if you don’t start working the counter, Matt just about blew his top off when he learned you were taking a break. Now move!” Matt was our boss, well, that and the biggest jerk to ever walk the planet. We were never allowed to do anything. Great, she shoved me into freaking RUSH HOUR. d**n her. She’s definitely going to hell.
I just calmly pulled my hair up into an extremely messy bun and threw on my hat. Who needs to know that I really hate this job? I’ll just put on the fakest smile and act extremely nice. It works, doesn’t it?
*~*
After our shift was over, Meghan and I walked to our apartment. It’s the same old, same old. I’m getting so tired of this that I could snap in half, but of course I won’t. It’s just one of those times when I’m not going to explode. Unlike many other times back in Rochester…
-Flashback-
“GOD, TEDDY! STOP BEING SO STUPID AND LET ME DO WHAT I WANT FOR ONCE!” We were in yet another ‘lover’s quarrel’ as his parents liked to say. He wouldn’t let me finish writing my story, and he should know by now that I am a complete loser when it comes to writing.
“Crystal. Give me the d**n notebook and go sit down. We have to talk about it sooner or later, hopefully sooner. I hate it when you avoid things.” I was crying now. There was no way that I was going to give in to him. Not this time.
“No. I’m going to talk about my idiotic brother and what he thinks is funny. I’m not going to talk about anyone who talks about us because it’s retarded. I don’t care how jealous they are. They aren’t going to eat me from the inside.” I wasn’t telling him the truth. I would never tell him what my family actually did to me. I never would. I just stood up, slammed my crap down, and walked out of his house in a fury of rage.
-End of Flashback-
I shook my head violently. I can’t start thinking about him. Not now. I’ve ended that chapter in my life and I’m never ever going to think about him or that small town ever again. Ever.
I saw Daniel when we reached the apartment. We’ve been dating for around two of those six years, and I love him. I really do. That’s why I don’t need Teddy. I’ll never need Teddy. Ever. Daniel is just so cute and adorable. His brown eyes were twinkling in the light when he saw me and he ran up to me to give me a quick kiss. Okay, more like long, we’re both just so incredibly into each other. According to Meghan, It’s disgusting. But that’s okay; she’s pretty disgusting with her boyfriend Ryan. If I catch them playing tongue hockey during dinner one more time, I might just vomit.
“Hey babe. How was work?” His eyes were shining. Why does he always have to ask this? He already knows that my answer is definitely not going to be pleasant. But it’s still sweet that he asks.
“Don’t ask. Meghan made me do rush hour today. I swear, if I have to say the words ‘Thank you, please come back again soon!’, one more time tonight, I will spontaneously combust into a million pieces and you will all cry because you all love me so much.” Meghan started laughing at the last part. Jeez, was it that obvious that they weren’t going to miss me?
“Oh honey, you’ll be fine.” Funny how her words weren’t making me feel better. Oh well, I guess I better start writing in my journal soon. I need to, otherwise my documentation will die and no one will know how pathetic this chapter in my life ends.
And even though I just swore I wouldn’t, my mind drifts back to the boy with shaggy brownish/blackish hair and the twinkle in his amazing blue eyes, and I start to wonder how different my life would be if I hadn’t left Rochester.