The Truth About Living [ON HOLD]

Chapter 7: For Every Negative, There Is A Positive

Hello readers!

It's been a while, I know, I know. Go ahead and slap me or whatever. I've been incredibly busy. But, school is over in 3 days! So I'll be uploading much more in the summer. I plan on finishing this book by the time summer ends and I already have another one lined up.

Btw, I dedicated this chapter to the always amazing Sean Arturo!! Check out his stories (he's an amazing writer) and also his thread. (He's amazing at graphic design too) Wow! A package deal!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

Over and out!

~Shelby ·U·

p.s. I've decided to only do one point of view per chapter.

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"Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can."

― Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight

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~ Ian's P.O.V. ~

"BABY YOU'RE A SONG, YOU MAKE ME WANNA ROLL MY WINDOWS DOWN. AND CRUUUUUUIIIISSSEE!"

Aly and I sang our hearts out as we drove down the open road.

Just kidding, we were stuck in traffic.

We were still singing though, and people were starting to stare.

It's not like it mattered to me. Aly was happy, I was happy, and we were 2 hours away from some random place in Tennessee.

The song came to a close and Aly leaned against her window.

"I hate traffic." She groaned.

I chuckled, "Aly, it's only been like, 20 minutes."

"20 minutes is a long time!" She protested and I laughed.

We sat in a comfortable silence, slowly moving through traffic and listening to the radio. Finally, we started to move a little faster, and I could see a commotion down the road. As we drew closer, ambulance lights flashed brightly, along with several police cars. And that's when I realized why we were moving so slowly.

It was a car accident. And it was bad.

As we drove by, Aly gasped. I couldn't help but stare out the window. The sight that met my eyes was horrifying.

The car was mangled and busted apart along the guard rail, and a semi truck was lying on its side in the ditch. But that wasn't the horrifying part. As our truck was slowly rolling by, the rescue squad pulled a child out of the car... And laid him in a body bag.

My eyes widened and I kept driving, not wanting to see anymore. I glanced over at Aly as we started to drive at a normal speed. Her eyes were glassy, and her face was pale.

I pulled into a gas station, climbed out of the truck without a single word, and walked around the bumper to her door. Opening the door, I reached across her, unbuckling her seat belt. She glanced over at me, confusion and sorrow clouding her eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. She was probably wondering why God keeps surrounding her with so much sadness and despair.

Leaning in, I buried my face in her soft golden hair and wrapped my arms around her small frame.

Right now, that was the only thing I could do for her.

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*2 hours later*

"Alrighty then, we're looking for 1892 Eastland Ave., do you see it?" I asked Aly, peering out the window.

"I can barely see anything in this rain." She grumbled. She was right though, it was pouring outside, and I'm pretty sure my windshield wipers were going 90 mph.

"Look! I think that's it! Eastland Ave.!" Aly exclaimed suddenly, her face pulling into a successful grin.

I took a left onto a brick road, full of small town shops and diners. Driving slowly, I craned my neck in search of 1892.

Suddenly I spotted a brick building with a colorful canopy, a glowing 'open' sign, and the brass numbers '1892' hung vertically by the door. I parallel parked, and looked at Aly.

"Well, are you ready for this?" I asked her.

"Honestly, I don't think it matters. It's not like I can just walk home. So yea. I guess I'm ready." She chuckled, staring out the window at the rain. I tucked my wallet in my pocket as Aly made sure she had everything in her bag.

Quickly, we hopped out of the truck and, after looking both ways of course, dashed across the street, trying not to get soaked by the warm summer rain. I yanked the door open and ushered Aly inside. We looked around the room, and both grinned when we realized where Alicia sent us.

An ice cream shop.

Turning to the right, I noticed a giant chalkboarld that people had written all over. Stepping closer, I read a few of the messages.

"I recommend the triple chocolate chunk. - Sam Buller"

"This place is fantastic! - Hannah Jently"

"Gemma Faher was here."

The whole wall was covered in the colorful messages and I couldn't wait to leave one before we left. When I looked over, Aly was looking at them too. Just quickly browsing through the multiple messages, one caught my eye. Shocked, I pulled Aly over and pointed to it, and she was speechless as well. Grabbing my Polaroid out of her bag I looked through the tiny viewer and snapped a picture of the message. The camera whirred and I pulled the photo out of the camera, shaking it so that it would dry. I watched in awe as the message slowly came to life on the small square.

"Dylan A. + Alicia M. = Forever"

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Okay, so I know it's short but the next one will be longer.

You know the drill, Comment and vote please!! :)