Okay, so this is a story i'm writing, and it's being copyrighted to TED, so if you steal it, i kill you. Just kidding. But seriously, don't steal it, not like you would want to , but w.e.
lol. this will be edited when I add more. and yes, I know the chapters are majorly short. -bleh.- also, sorry if there are spelling mistakes, no word on this computer, so no spellcheck. =D
So here goes.
LAST HOPE
Chapter 1
"Straining to slide into my wooden seat, I let my eyes blandly bore into my strawberry smoothie.
"Hey," Spoke a voice I had heard before.
"What do you want?" I asked looking at Draco coldly. A radiatingly warm hand passed over my face and went backwards to twirl my reddish hair. "You." He said, his comfortingly nice hand passed my cheek again as he strode toward the door, I noticed that his visit had been unusually short, unlike usual. He would usually ask her reapeatedly try to kiss her, but this time he didn't try it once. It was strange, and somehow, it left me with a longing, a giant longing to want more. Which I found strange, as I didn't like him or anything. Right? At least, as of the moment, I felt that way. I hope. Taking a quick sip and getting a icy blasy of strwberry, I mulled this over. Still not knowing, I stood back up and headed toward the door.
"By the time I reached my street a couple minutes later, I didn't realize what I had forgotten. Only once I had pulled into my driveway and stopped the engine I realized that I had forgotten to pick up a magazine that my dad had lent to his friend, who lent it to his friend, who lent it to his cousin's friend, which was Reece Mantry. Also known as Draco's father. Just great. Really, really dandy. Like Gee-whilikers dandy. Okay, I can't believe I just said that. Seriously. By now, I had reached the Mantry, and pulling open the convertible's door, I stepped out in my brown thick-heeled boots. Walking to their door I wondered why my dad just couldn't leave his magazines to him and only him. Why did he have to know people that know that Mantrys?? Why?
"Pressing on the doorbell, I waited, leaning on one hip for the door to open. The door swung wide and out stepped...
Draco. Great.
"I'm here to pick up my dad's magazine," I said quickly.
"In the Living Room," He replied to me.
I huffed and strode into their living room, and grabbed the magazine from the coffee table. Turning to leave, a huge figure blocked my way. I sighed and looked up at Draco.
"Yes?"
"Leaving so soon?" He asked. Draco took another small step closer, but he was now so close I could feel him breath. He smelled like wintermint gum.
"Yes...I am." I replied, trying not to give in. It had never been hard for me before, but now it seemed like a challenge just to walk away.
"C'mon..." He said, his thumb moving up to slide across my chin. He leaned over, and it seemed that before I could think, I was stuck in the middle of a Draco and Chealsea makeout sandwich. And you know the worst part? When the jelly gets all soppy and melts through the bread? Well that was like my worst part, except it was that I didn't want to pull away.
Chapter 2
"After that, I had broken apart, grabbed the magazine I had ever-so-gracefully dropped during the kiss, and ran. Hopping in my convertible, I had sped off, speechless. I had never felt so absolutely sure in my life, except during that kiss. But instead of staying sure, I had immedeatly dropped my assurance, and confusion was blinding me as I drove home. I shook it off long enough to hand my father, Gary, the magazine and rush up to my room. I had thrown the door shut, and let the emotions flood back into my head, so I could deal with them alone. I had liked it, more than liked, loved it, but I wasn't supposed to. Draco and I weren't supposed to get along, we were sort of supposed to hate each other. So much for that idea. But the one thing I couldn't dissect was why I had liked it. I mean, I didn't like him, and If I wanted to kiss someone, I did have a boyfriend, Jason, to go to for that. Sure, we had been having problems lately, but that didn't mean that I still couldn't kiss him. I sighed, shaking my head to rid it of all confusing thoughts.
Chapter 3
"The following day I had had a date with Jason, and everything went fine. I'll save you the details. Really, not that interesting. We fought a little, ate a little, and disagreed a little. But by the end of the lunch date, I was fed up. Shaking my head, I told my mother goodbye, and drove three blocks away and over to Jason's house. Stepping out and locking the car, I slipepd the keys into my pocket and headed for the fromt door. Ringing the doorbell as I always did, I waited for an answer. Jason's mother looked through the door's glass frame, and after seeing me, unlocked the door, then stepped aside. I swung the door open, and walked in. She nodded to the stairs, and I nodded back. Climbing up the stairs as his mother went back to the kitchen, I turned right and walked into the first room. Leaning on the doorframe after opening the door, I watched as my boyfriend turned to face me. As soon as he did, I could feel all of my annoyance, and anger with him, over every small thing. "It's over," I blurted out before I could think of how to say it. Jason's face got pale.
"What?"
"You heard me. Goodbye." I answered, still not using my mind. I turned and headed back down the stairs faster than before.
"Chealsea... Chells!" I could hear him screaming behind me. Instead of turning to face him, and talk it out like I should have, I continued to the foyer. Reaching the floor, I raced out the door, as his mother rose from her chair in the kitchen to look over as he followed me out. Hopping over the door to my car, I put in the key, and began to pull out.
"Chelsea!?" He yelled one last time before I dissapeared around the corner.
"I headed for 15 Frighter's Street, around five or so. The sun was still bright and shining. Finally reaching the correct street, I pulled up and stared at the house. Parking on the right side of the street, I exited the car and walked around to his home. So many emotions were running through my head... I couldn't decide what I wanted, or even what I was doing. But I knocked, and when the door flew open, I steeped up against him, trying to steal away a hug. But instead he stepped back and asked what I wanted.
"You." I answered.
"Excuse me Telesco?" Draco answered, using my last name.
"I want you." Somehow, I was in no sane mind when I said that, still completely confused about everything, letting my desire for him take control. But instead, he didn't reject. He acted like the Draco I knew. The old, good, happy Draco that loved me. And I truly think, in that moment, I loved him too. Sadly, right as he pulled me into a kiss, one that I hoped would last for eternity, His eyes grew wide, and he went limp. In shock, I realized that his father was behind him, about four or so feet away. His father's eyes seemed glazed over in revenge. As Draco fell to the floor limp, I realized why there was red blossoming from his spine. His father... he had shot him.
Chapter 4
"Telesco. That was the last thing he had ever said to me. And then he died, right there on the floor next to my feet." I said shakily. "I as so cunfused," I shook my head, "ans uncertain, but I know for sure now that I had been in love. Love... it's a funny thing. You'er so carefree with it... and then it suddenly slips away, as hard to catch as smoke with your bare hands, or a wet bar of soap." A small, glistening tear fell down my cheek as I lifted the young girl up. "And now Rose, it's you're bedtime."
Rose looked at me unhappily. "But I wanna hear more!"
I shook my head. But there is no more sweetie." Kissing her forehead, I slipped her into her small bed, and pulled the covers up to her nose. "Good night Rosie."
" 'night Chealsea."
Chapter 5
Tears slithered down my cheeks, salt water invading and overflowing in my eyes. Staring at a peice of chipped ceiling paint, I couldn't help but think of Draco. With a simple muscle pull, he had died, and was gone from our everyday lives.
I thought of my favorite death quote, and let it run through my mind like credits on a movie screen.
"Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must need be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
That night, I drifted to sleep, dreaming of Draco, and sailing the seas...
Chapter 6
Creamy white liquid spilled into the city of Frosted Flakes. A bowl of Cheerios sat across from me, getting soggier by the minute. Rose hurried down the hall. She was wearing a floral blouse with butterflies, and jeans with a soft, flower design on the hem of them. Her hair hung down, visibly brushed.
"Good Job." I congratulated her as she sat down. Nodding, she vacumed the Cheerios into her mouth. I told her to slow down, but after a glance at the clock, I changed my mind and hurried her. Getting up and rinsing our bowls, I watched Rose grab her backpack and, after a hug from me, rush out the door. She seemed to go as fast as she could in her velcro sneakers. I smiled and finished washing our bowls.
I heard the bus drive off, and watched the clock for ten minutes before collapsing on the floor. I slid down slowly, and hit the floor softly. My sobs seemed to become louder each time. Mimi padded towards me ligthly, nidging me with her nose, sensing my sorrow. I picked her up lightly and hugged her tight. She began to lick my nose, her velvety toungue tickling me.
"Thanks Mimi." I told the gray cat.
"Meow." she answered.
I sniffed an giggled. She was the best company. "Well, shopping time!" I pulled myself up along with Mimi and grabbed my raincoat. Heading for the door, I hit the lights on my way out.
Chapter 7
Wrapping my raincoat around me, and hugging Mimi tighter to my body, I ran through the falling droplets. Finally into Garnet, i began to shuffle through the isles. Everyone was inside, as well as their pets. Everyone seemed to bring their pets to stores now. Ever since there was some, pet serial killer, stores began allowing pets and everyone's been keeping their pet with them at all times. Weird if you ask me. But Mimi loved Garnet, as well as car rides. So I brought her. I strolled through the CD's, looking at all the genres from Rock to Pop. Mimi squirmed, and I placed her down on the floor. I could pick Mimi's meow out of anything, so when she made it, I walked over to her.
"Fine, but this is the only time." I replied, sighing and reaching for the salmon-flavored treats. She loved them, the only ones she would eat. Turning to get up, I smacked right into someone. "Sorry... um, do I know you?" I asked the man, whom was petless. Something in the back of my mind seemed to click.
"We've met." he replied, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing as he smiled.
"OhMyGod." I blurted out. The cat treats smashed and exploded against the floor as realization hit me. Scooping up my feline, I scrambled towards the front of the store. Shoving, I made it past the crowd and out of the store. Running straight into the rain, I hurried to my car. Jumping in, I started the engine and stepped on the gas. I was freaked out and scared for my life.
I had just seen Draco's father.
