Journey

Chapter 1

disclaimer: oh my goodness, looking back the first chapter was really freaking short, so sorry! I'm a new writer so as I write more, I'll become better so, hopefully some of y'all will understand! I'm not really writing this for people to read it, but if anyone does, then thank you so much. I know right now I suck at writing, but I'll get better!

Waking up was going to be a huge struggle today. For some odd reason, I was more exhausted than usual. Somewhere in between me contemplating dragging myself out of my warm, comfy bed and actually doing it, my puppy, Bo, darted into my room. She greeted me by jumping onto my bed and sloppily licking the jaded expression off of my face. I began to giggle when she tried to dig the covers off of me with her tiny, wet nose. I fucking love Bo. Whenever she comes in my room to wake me up it makes my day by far a thousand times better. My sweet, Chocolate Lab was a chunker, yet so playful. My parents never have really liked dogs, but once they saw how I changed for the better they decided to get me one for my 18th birthday. They knew that I'd always wanted a dog. Being an only child, it was quite lonely so, when I finally got Bo I nearly cried from happiness. After Bo was finished showering me with slobbery puppy kisses, I checked the time and decided since it was only 8:00, I could get at least get 15 more minutes of sleep, but Bo would not allow that. She's a pretty smart because as soon as I checked the time she jumped right back on the bed to try and block me from going back to sleep. Unfortuantely, instead of sleeping I conjoured up an outfit consisting of a black V-neck, light wash jeans with holes planted right on the knee, and my black Converse. Plain, but not enitrely too plain. I mean it is the first day of Senoir year, I want to look somewhat presentable. I headed to the shower with Bo right on my heels.

"Oh, no you don't, Bo!" I laughed as Bo tried to follow me in. I quickly shut the door and turned on the shower and looked in the mirror, mentally preparing myself to try and tame my unruly, curly hair. I have black, long extremly curly hair that I constatnly get complimented on, but I don't understand why. I mean it's not really anything special. My somewhat amber colored eyes were red and droopy and my caramel colored skin felt like it needed a good scrub. I stepped in the shower being careful not to fall as I usually do being a fucking clutz and succeded. WOO! Maybe today would end up being a pretty good day. After getting out of the shower I diffused my hair fairly quickly than usual and applied some coconut oil to it for a little shine. My hair actually turned out looking pretty good. My curls looked very defined and my hair felt super soft. Weird, things were actually going good for me today. For makeup, I applied a thin line of eyeliner, a few coats of mascara, eyeliner on my waterline, and some lip balm. Pretty basic. I went to my room and checked the time, it waas only 8:30, so I basically had 30 minutes free to myself. I applied a little perfume, cuffed my jeans right above my ankle, jammed to some old One Direction songs, checked my Instagram and various social media. By the time I was done with all of that, it was time to go. Ah, senoir year. You know, high school wasn't all that bad. I wasn't considered a scoial butterfly, but people knew how I was. I had some good friends and I wasn't a trouble maker at school. Summer was fun, but I am beyond excited to be done with high school forever. I could smell my mom's coffee brewing and my dad and her chatting about the cruise they're going on next week. I went downstairs into the kitchen and took a seat at the counter.

"Excited for today?" My mom asked cheerfully.

"I mean, not really. Just a little anxious." I replied.

"Do you need to take your pills?" She questioned. She sounded very concerned.

"No, Mom. I'm fine. I'll be fine." I said.

"Okay, just making sure." She smiled.

My dad remained silent throughout the whole converstaion. He neveer really knew how to deal with my anxiety. I don't think he wanted t deal with it either.

"Hope you have a good day." He said expressionless.

"Thanks, you too." I replied. The shock evident in my voice, but I smiled.

I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, hugged my parents, and began walking the short walk to the bus stop. I was determined to have a positive attitude this year.

As I was walking to the bus stop I saw a few familar faces, but one not so familar face. I couldn't really see him well from a few feet away, but once I got closer, my knees nearly went weak. I couldn't fathom why all the girls standing around weren't crowded over him. He was beuatiful. Honestly, I don't think I'd ever seen a hotter human being. I stood a good proximity away from him, but not far enough so that I wouldn't be able to stare at him. I saw my friend Annabeth, but she was talking to someone else, so I didn't want to interrupt her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone walking towards me, I felt my heart begin to beat wildy when the unfamilair guy started to approach me. Why was HE even acknowledgeing my prescence? He was a few inches taller than me, he had a little bit of a tan, an adorable little nose, pink lips, a little dimple on his chin blonde hair, and blue eyes. A guy like him would defenitely not want anything to do with me.

"Hi, My name is Niall, I'm your new neighbor. I saw you walking your dog yesterday and I was going to say soemthing to you, but you had already gone into your house by the time I started to walk over there." He said cheerfully. His accent was defintely an Irish one, which was so fucking cute. He smiled and reached his hand out to shake mine. I extended my hand and when we shook hands an almost electric feeling ignited inside of me. I wondered if he felt it too, so I looked up into his eyes and they were so warm and inviting, I could melt into them it felt like. I realised we were still holding hands and introduced myself to him.

"Oh, Hi! My name's Melanie, bu..but you can call me Mel I...if you want." I stammered. Ugh, I was making a fool of myself already. I knew he noticed when he chuckled at my apprehensiveness.

"Are you alright?" He asked with concern evident in his voice. I wasn't sure if I was alright. No one had ever had this affect on me. I couldn't even think straight with him around me. He placed his hand gently on my shoulder an dbegan to rub my shoulder in circles. I knew I look dumfounded and I quickly replaced my intimidation with courage. He's just a guy, a guy I barely even know might I add.

"I'm fine!" " I was just thinking abut how I could've missed the memo that someone had moved in next door." I laughed. This summer I had mostly been studying and when I wasn't, I was just hanging around with some friend, reading, or listening to music. I gazed up at him right when the sun hit his baby blue eyes, it was a breathtaking site.

I hadn't even noticed that he was laughing hysterically. Was I really that funny?

"You are too funny, Mel!" "but, I feel ya. I don't get out much." He replied.

"Funny? Nah, you haven't even gotten me on a good day." I joked.

"Well, I'll have to get you on a good day some time soon then." He smirked. Holy shit. Was he flirting with me? Right when I was about to retort the bus pulled up and I turned to see Anabeth's jaw wide open. Niall and I walked toward the bus and Anabeth smirked at me. I had some explaining to do.