Blue | Corey Haim

One

Standing at the water's edge.

Skylar, an aching girl stood alone on the beach, gazing over the cerulean blue water. Two strands of her pitch-dark hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. She tried to deny the feeling of someone watching as she rested her cheek against her book. She wore a baggy gray shirt that fell almost to her knees. Her beige arms bare with goosebumps all over. Her charcoal hair bound back from her face, complementing her silver-gray eyes. She stood. Seemingly awaiting for love.

It must have been fate in mortal form that brought them together. I knew from the moment I had laid eyes on him that we were meant to be. Corey tried his best to hide his pain, but it was plain in his eyes. I looked back quickly to see who was watching and found ocean blue eyes. His brown hair was messy from the salty air. His hockey jersey was dressed in sand as well as the creases of his elbows. His warm skin invited me to look again noticing this time how soft his hair was. He looked down at his shoes burying them in the sand. He stood. Seemingly awaiting for love-

"What?"

"No you cannot use my quote. That was my sentence!"

"I wanted our stories to like match so it seemed more cheesy romantic."

"No, no, no! Don't, that's plagiarism!" He squealed.

"You made my story seem so lousy. I'm not good with my words like you are." I said.

"No, I think you described the situation well. I mean you made me seem like a little puppy, but its okay."

"Because you are a little puppy!"

He laughs and buries his face into my shoulder.

The first day Corey and I had met was July 27, 1988. I hadn't known that he was Corey. That he was the Corey Haim. I mean I later on noticed that he was in that new movie License to Drive, but I didn't really know or care. That's what he loved about me. He loved how much I didn't care. He could be Madonna, but I didn't care.

My phone rang. I always wait a few seconds before I answer.

"Hello?"

"SKYLAR!"

"Steph!" I squeal.

My best friend had gone to Minnesota for the summer to spend time with her grandparents. Her folks aren't very "technological", so their phone is almost as old as the dinosaurs.

"Finally babe. I've been waiting to hear about the cuties of Minnesota!"

"Oh please. Your back in California trying to ask me about boys?" She asks.

I laugh. "But seriously, have you talked to any? Isn't that the only reason you left me?"

"Okay, okay. I've been at the mall lately and I see this same guy in the same store almost everyday."

I gasp.

"I'm too scared to talk to him, but Sky he is a total babe. Almost like Ricky Schroder cute."

"No way! If your comparing him to Schroder, you gotta talk to him!"

Ricky Schroder was our favorite character on our favorite show, Silver Spoons, which recently got discontinued.

"Okay, but hey! What about you? Possibly any new ones we've haven't seen before?" Steph yelled.

"Actually no. But my dad's taking me to the beach tomorrow so I hope I find someone soon or else this summer is gonna be bunk."

"Okay, well I'll call you tomorrow night if I can."

"Okay. Later."

I hung up and pushed my face into my pillow. School was so close and nothing interesting had happened at all this summer. I wished Steph hadn't left. Without her summer was just sitting around all day drinking pop.

Today was July 26, 1988. I had no idea what was ahead of me.

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First chapter of Blue kinda short but, I hope you enjoyed! I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS STORY AHHH THERES LOTS TO COME!

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