The Band, The Girl, Our Story

Natty's POV

I sat in the taxi in Seattle, waiting for the god damned traffic to let up so I could get home.  But of course the yellow monstrosity was still inching forward while the driveer yapped away on his cell phone.  Trying to destract myself from his little fight with his wife "Babe"; I thought about what Ashton might be doing right now.  He was always so happy to see his grandma.  She would spoil him and they would share storites while sipping chai tea.  Jealousy is an ugly thing.  Jealousy mixed with pure hatred and anger at a taxi driver was just terrifying.  I hopped out of the taxi and started my walk to a less traffic infested area with my backpack slung over my shoulder.  

Five hourse of walking and hitch hiking later; I'm standing in the center of Deception Pass Bridge, watching the water swirl around below me.  There were people walking around everywhere, taking pictures, driving, and just soaking up the calmness of the sight.  I didn' t stay in the middle for too long though.  It was nerv wracking to be that close to a deadly accident waiting to happen.  I walked at a quick pace to get to the Island side of it and go down the stairs that would take me under the bridge.  Once there I climbed up into a cut out in the concrete holding the bridge up and just stared.  My body was achhing from walking so long and my head still hurt from the loud cars.  But the thought of the dangerously busy water and how close it had come to taking David's life last year brouht tears to my eyes.  The tears were slow at first, but memories of him and Ashton fueled them; urging them to become full fledged sobs.  

"It's just not fair."  i whispered to myself.  "It's just not fair. . ."  

Suddenly I heard someone coing down the stairs.  I hurried to dy my tears  before the person got to the end of the old wooden steps.  Then I closed my eyes, hoping that I would somehow find a way to explain why I was here in the first place.  The foot steps came closer to me and stopped less than a foot away.  "Natalie?"  The girl's voice sounded familiar but it definitely wasn't Jayde or Gail.  The voiice was slightly husky but not enough to be deep and unattractive- it just wasn't girly and light.  It was so nice to hear.  I wanted to know who it was, but they would see my blood shot eyes and know I'd been crying.  However curiosity always wins in my mind.

"Jenny?"  The person standing in front of me was incredibly more beautiful than I had seen her be in years.  Her gently wavy hair fell around her shoulders and her amazingly bright eyes glistened.  I remembered times when Jenny and I were just passing each other in the halls, giving nice little hellos, but never actually starting a conversation.  I had wanted to get to know her better but she looked tough and my shyness always held me back.  Now though, she seemed so open and tough still, but girly.  How she managed to be all these things at the same time was beyond me.  

"What the hell are you doing under the bridge, crying your eyes out?  Why haven't you hugged me yet, you brat!  Don't hog yourself!"  I giggled through my new tears but jumped forward.  Her embrace was warm, comforting, protective.

"I'm so messed up Jenny."

"C'mon, you can tell me about it over Starbucks and we can oggle hot guys."  I couldn't say no to her amazingness.  She barely knew me and she was already being my rock in someways.  She was great and completely random.  My kind of person to be honest.  

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OH Jenny, you're so nice!!! Hehehe.  Told you I'd put you in my little book.  :D  So let me know what you think and yes, there is a surprise about our Dearest saviour, Jenny!!!  I love this chapter.  I think it's the best one so far.  Anyways 

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