(Companion Novel to 'Not Just A Notebook')
*UPDATES WILL BE SPORADIC SINCE THE IDEAS ARE COMING SLOWLY NOW*
Amberite Bailey Cordova a.k.a. Amber/Am, is just a regular teenage girl ready to start her Summer vacation alongside her best friend, Messiah...
A/N: Image above and GIF below is of Ian Somerhalder as Mason ;)
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Character coverage ;P
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"You think she'll scream once she wakes up?" I heard a voice ask, and frowned. Who was that?
"Amber's not a screamer, Mason." I recognized that voice as my best friend's.
"Could've fooled me with her fainting at the sight of us," the same voice from before huffed.
"Or it could've just been her seeing your ugly mug for the first time that caused her to faint," a new voice put in.
"Damn Cupid," the first voice mumbled, before speaking louder, "You wanna start somethin'?"
"Oh, please. Like you could beat me," the second voice I didn't recognize scoffed smugly.
I groaned and rolled onto my side. I blinked my hazel eyes open to the harsh light coming in through my window and lifted my head slightly to look about my surroundings. I was in my bedroom, the white walls and four-poster bed enough confirmation that I wasn't in any place unknown to me, and looked over towards the window.
Three shadowy figures stood by the window, one of them moving over to sit on the bed beside me. I recognized the hand that was placed on my shoulder comfortingly, and blinked up at my best friend. "Messiah?" I croaked out, my throat suddenly dry. "What happened?" Messiah silently handed me a glass of water from my side table, and I took three deep gulps before setting the glass back down. I sighed and frowned up at the two other figures by the window. "Who are they?"
