An Ordinary Kind of Love
Rebekah Breegan is far more than your ordinary teenager. A drama queen to the fullest and full of exaggeration, her life cannot get any more eventful. Or can it?
What happens when old faces turn up in new places? But, it can't be just anyone, can it? Come on, where's the fun in that.
His voice is much deeper now but it still holds the softness
of laughter that had always been there for as long as I knew him. He stands in
front of me face turned to the sun with his eyes closed, hands deep in his
pockets. The sunlight envelopes his body and I have to squint to look at him.
He shrugs his shoulders and turns his body fully towards me. Looking me straight in the eye.
It's the first time we've seen each other in eight years. Neither of us are
We study each other and that's how we stay for a few
minutes. His once platinum blond hair, so different to the burgundy tones of the
rest of his family, is stained with a deep brown, so dark it's almost black. I
think of the time he came crying to me at the beach house because his brother
had told him he was adopted because of his blond hair and he'd believed him.
He certainly doesn't look the same either. Puberty was way
too kind to him. A tower of nearly 6ft, his chest and upper body is clad in a
plain white shirt, paired with fitted black jeans and dirty boots. I spot his
satchel resting by the foot of my bed.
"You done checking me out?" he cocks his head to the side smiling deviously at me, his eyes twinkling with laughter.