Hey GUYZZZ!!!! It's Kenna and Sam again...Chapter 1!!!
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I gasp and jolt awake. It feels like I haven't been breathing for years, like all the air inside me just rushed out in a single breath. Everything is too bright and there is a faint beeping ringing in my ears.
I expect to be crashing through a car window or to be getting choked by a seat belt, something painful that would kill me. I keep imagining a car crash but I don't know why.
I find myself in a bed.
A hospital bed with tubes up my nose and machines blocking my view. I lift my arm to block the fluorescent lights but get tugged back to the bed by an IV in my arm. My breathing picks up as I begin to panic, looking around for someone and find a boy.
He looks about 16 or 17, with light brown flipy hair that looks like he's trying to copy off a young Justin Bieber or a young Zac Efron. My eyes traveled down further and she saw that he a medium sized birthmark on his neck. My eyes traveled back to examine his face more, but his eyes stop me from panicking because they are so big. A deep brown color that mesmerizes me, makes me forget I was scared or the fact that I have no idea where I am. He looks so happy to see me with a big grin on his face, almost like he's confused but excited all the same.
"BB?" He asks me. He has an accent that makes what ever he just said sound so...nice.
I don't know if I can speak yet but Ill sure as hell try, "W-what?" My voice sounds so strange. Sounds different then I remembered it, a little deeper. Now that I think about it, I feel taller too, and lighter, and older. Especially older. I don't think I like it.
"BB...I said BB. Do you want me to call you Brook instead? Or do you remember Brooklyn Bridge better?"
I tilt my head at him a little confused. I have no idea what he's rambling about but I don't want him to stop talking, his voice is so nice to listen to. I think he noticed my confusion. "Um...can you help me out here? I need to know what I can call you, love."
"I-I like BB. I don't know what it means but I like the way you say it." He laughs at this. His laugh is even better then his voice. I want to make him laugh more. Wait, did he call me love?
"Ok, good." He smiles at me warmly and I feel my cheeks heating up, "I'm guessing you have some questions?"
"Uh, you could say that. Where am I?"
"You're at St. Joan's Hospital in the intensive care unit. Brooklyn, New York is somewhere Im sure you're familiar with?" For some reason that place resonates with me so I nod. I'm excited to finally understand something.
"I know the name...do you know what happened to me?" The boy goes quiet immediately, making the room deathly silent except for the beeping.
He finally speaks, "I don't think that's my place to tell you. I'll call the nurses-oh bugga my ass! I should've told them you were awake before I went on rambling, damn love I'm sorry."
I laugh, even though it hurts my chest. He was pink with embarrassment as I giggled. This boy was defiantly adorable, but he's too old for me...I think. I have a strange tingling inside me, like we aren't that really far apart in age. I brush it aside.
"Its ok. I don't even know why you're sorry." He leaned over the side of his bead and pressed a huge red button. Well THAT looks important.
"Never mind, all your questions will be answered in just a moment." I don't want to stop talking to him so I rake my brain for something to talk about. I snap my fingers. They feel oddly numb, "I never got your name."
"Oh! Sorry Im being such a wanka," he reaches over to me with his hand out, "I'm Liam. Cheers!" I take it with a shake.
"I guess I'm BB. Nice to meet you."?
GUYZ. CHAPTER ONE. FINISHED.
We'll do the SECOND one after midterms this week.
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We can add more cliff hangers and crap. But just wanted y'all to know the background and crap.
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