Title is subject to change.
A/N: This book will be written in 2nd person and I'll also try my hand at writing in a boy's perspective for some chapters. At first, the chapters will be short but I'll try to expand them later on. This is a sort of...rough draft?
Anywhhooo, Wish me luck, yeah?
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I notice absolutely everything. For instance, I notice the slight hitch in Your voice whenever You try to tell me a lie. Or the way that the blue becomes more prominent in your blue-green eyes whenever you’re angry or unsure of yourself. Or even the way all of the other girls stare at you and me. I notice all of those things, even if You don’t think that I do. But the more I think about You and I, the more I wonder what would’ve happened to you if we hadn’t met at Caldwell’s that one faithful day.
On March 1st, I entered Caldwell’s in a bad mood. I got the results back from my recent Algebra II test and the final score resulted in me getting grounded for two weeks. My mom expected me to be her golden child, but I wasn’t. We got into a bit of an argument, and next thing I know, I’m on my way to Caldwell’s Bookshop & Café, tears being frozen on my face due to the cold wind. And to think, if I had gotten 1% higher on my test, I would’ve avoided this whole mess. Who knew getting a 94% would cause so much trouble?
As I made my way huffing-and-puffing through the cafe, I think I may have bumped into a few people. My mind was so distracted, like all of that black and white static on a broken TV, that I hardly paid any attention to what I was doing. It may not have been the smartest idea to angrily storm into a busy place like Caldwell’s, but I was in the moment. You would say that I was single-minded, or scatter-brained, as usual.
My feet acted of their own accord and brought me up to the second floor, which held a small bakery and the usual set that you would see in a bookshop. To my surprise, nearly every table was taken. I was relieved to find a relatively small table opened. Sighing, I tossed my messenger bag onto it, not realizing how loud it was. Still in a bad mood, I frowned and replayed the scene with my mom in my head:
“I received my algebra score today.”
‘Well, what is it?” My mother tapped her foot impatiently on the ground, staring up at me with that permanent look of disapproval in her eyes.
“It’s a 94%.”
“I knew you wouldn’t do as well as I hoped you would.” My mother’s expression turned slightly angry. I could see a vein throbbing on the side of her neck. “You’re a disappointment to me. Reid would’ve gotten a 105% on that test.”
“Mom,” I said, steely, “The highest grade anybody got on that test was a 94%. I scored the highest. The second highest grade was an 83%. You should be proud of me.” I don’t know why she always has to bring Reid into our arguments. Even though he aced every class in high-school, it doesn’t mean that he has to be constantly brought up, reminding me that I’m never good enough.
“You know what kind of grades and behaviour are expected in this household.” My mother said simply.
“Yes, I do know! But you know what any other normal family would do in a situation like this? They would just smile and say ‘good job.’” I snapped.
“You better watch who you’re speaking to! Reid would never say such a thing!”
“It’s always Reid this or Reid that. Have you ever taken into account that I’m a completely different person than Reid?”
“This is why I liked Reid better than you.”
“I hate you.” I growled in a low voice.
“You’re grounded for two weeks. Speak another word and I’ll make it four.”
Now I stand here, mumbling to myself, causing a scene. It’s not for a few moments more that I realize Your staring at me, along with a handful of other people, but I only lift my eyes to look at you. Immediately, I could feel a blush creeping up my neck and I duck my head, embarrassed. Quickly, I take a seat at my table and bury my head in the current book I’m reading – Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. But I’m not really reading it. My head is literally buried in it. I’m too embarrassed to get up and find a new book, let alone pick up my head. All I can think about are you blue-green eyes, permanently etched into my mind. I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before, but I don't say anything. I'm not the type to introduce myself to a complete stranger.
Eventually I do get up in search of a good book. I have ADD, so you can imagine how long my intention span lasts (no offense to Twilight and Stephanie Meyer). The only books that I can read to the end have to be in the sci-fi/dystopian, or action/adventure category, otherwise it’ll just be long forgotten in a sea of memories.
The first section I checked for books was the romance section. Sometimes I could actually read through a romance book if I were utterly bored or frustrated. I was in the mood for some romance anyway, but sadly, there were no good romance books. Sighing, I headed towards the sci-fi section. In about five seconds, I found three books and brought them back over to my table with me. Now comes the hard task of choosing which book to read first.
I decided to read a book titled Pendragon: the Merchant of Death by D.J. MacHale first. It seemed interesting enough. As I read, I had an odd sense that someone was watching me. I looked up from my reading and scanned the upper floor of the bookshop. Surprisingly, it was You. Your eyes widened and then You looked away, going back to that journal of Yours, making me wonder what exactly is so interesting about it. I stared at you for a long moment, watching as your brow scrunched up as you wrote down words. I didn't know you, so I had absolutely no idea what you could be writing, but I was curious.
It was a little after six o’clock when You stood and left. As You walked down the stairs, a paper fluttered out of that journal of Yours. Stealthily, I walked over and picked it up. It was of two young boys smiling. They looked so happy. The odd thing was…it look like they were in the hospital.
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Teen FictionIt only took You one month to change my entire life. To change my reason for living.
