DIFFERENT

Severed by the sea•Chapter1

Sean Anderson Lee•

His feet hit the sandy waves, as the sand sticks between his toes, he fondles happily humming his favorite song.

Some day I'll see you in the star's

Walking along the beach, he sinks deeper into his mind, falling on the sand, letting it stick to the rest of his body.

"Sean! Get up, we have to go soon." Layla was heard in the distance, a sigh curled up out of Sean's throat.

We're moving

"You even ruined your clothes", Layla makes a disgruntled face, " You have an interview, remember?"

Sean stands up, sand falls from his body, he Pat's Layla's shoulder, "I know." Walking off, he hums the song again, embracing the sand in his feet.

-

Moving from Thailand, to somewhere in America. Where was it again?

Another sigh leaves his breath.

"Do we have to leave? There's so much we can still do here-" Mrs lee cuts him off as they both stop folding clothes, facing each other.

"Sean, there's nothing we can do, we are financially unstable. I can't just sit back and watch you do everything." Mrs lee says, grabbing his hands.

"That's not a good excuse, I can help. That's what I've been working for, right?" Mrs lee let's go, and goes back to folding clothes.

"We are moving, that's final." That was the last sentence Mrs lee said to Sean before everything was packed, and moved out.

-
Andrea Mitchell Clarkson•

"Still as the body of water, slow rivers run down-" Andrea is cut off by her teammate.

"Can you speed this up?" Rachel her teammate says annoyed.

Andrea scoffes.

"Why am I the only one doing all the work?"

Rachel, and her friends laugh, as if Andrea's comment was a joke.

"You do all the work, we get credit. Simple." Rachel smiles, getting out of her chair, walking away, as her friends follow behind her.

Andrea slumps down in her chair, cursing under her breath, thinking how she can get out of this problem.

The thing is, Andrea Mitchell Clarkson never really needed anyone. She had herself, loved herself, but....

There's that 'but', again, always cutting in, ruining her mood.

"Hey", a kiss swept pass her cheek, knowing it was Dominic, her boyfriend who had no remorse, annoyed the hell out of her.

"Are you coming over tonight?" His dark eyes peeled through hers, as she pulled back his long black hair.

"No" She let out, her breathing was heavily angry, and she didn't feel like listening to him talk about sex for the fourth hundred time.

"Why? We've been together for six years, and you still won't let me touch you." Andrea gets up, packing her stuff in her bag.

"I don't have time for this now, Dominic. I have five projects to do, and the other four aren't even mine!" Walking towards the library door, Andrea reaches for her car keys, as Dominic follows behind her.

"Drea, please?" They stop in the parking lot, sighing, running her hand through her hair, Andrea gives up. "You know what?" Dominic smiles, learning he finally has satisfaction, "I don't care if you cheat on me, or whateva" She says holding up a 'w' sign. "Just leave me alone, okay? End of the damn conversation." Andrea leaves him alone, driving off in her car.

"What is wrong with people today?" Andrea leans on her steering wheel, stopping at a red light.

-

Sean sighs, hold his steering wheel, half asleep. He barely got any sleep last night, and did most of the work. Not to mention, he has a interview in an hour.

The light turns green, and Sean goes out like a light, his foot pushing against the pedal, as the car swerves, sliding against another car.

Andrea's car.