SAM
I drove away, my heart thudding so loud in my ear I couldn't concentrate. Something was stirring in my stomach, a soft aching that made me pull over. It was a sort of high that I didn't need drugs for. I sat there, soaking in her beauty and her name. Hope. Hope. Hope. It was perfect, described everything she stood for in me. Hope.
I reached into the backseat, and pulled over my guitar. It hummed it's perfect melody when my fingers strummed the chords. I fell into it, feeling alive and hopeful and everything I had never had before. My mouth formed the words that hadn't seemed to originate from thin air, somehow conveying everything I felt.
In a moment you find a seam to fall
Into.
Your eyes melt into mine, all soft and warm
and blue.
And I find a world, where I can forget all the hurt,
in you.
with a quiet fire that spreads, like something i
never knew.
And all that I know
Is our orbits are colliding
way to many times to be a mistake.
And all I know
Is that the stars are aligned
In the most beautiful way.
All that I know
Is Ill give you my whole
if you'd be willing to take,
all that I am.
I played the first verse and chorus over and over, somehow it being enough to fufill me. In a matter of an hour I had it memorized, and realizing Derek would be home soon, I started the engine again.
"What took you so long?" my dad growled from the reclining chair as I walked in the front door. He held a beer bottly losely in his hand, his eyes glued to the TV. "I had to do some catch up on things I hadn't learned in my other school." I replied, the lie sliding easily from my lips. I dropped my bag on the floor next to me, and began my way to my room. I heard my Dad grumble something to me, barely audible, and I chose to ignore him.
Looking out my window, my heart fell. Derek's red hair was all I could see, his face to the ground, as I watched him walk from the bus stop. His steps were slow and sure, he had it down to a science, not showing a bit of emotion. He walked alone, behind the groups of kids walking down the street. He had taken after me in many ways, keeping to himself, practically being buried alive in himself. All he had was me. All I had was him, and a little hope.
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Teen FictionHope Stryder has always been haunted with sadness of her father's death, but mostly content with her average, 17 year old life. When a boy, Sam, appears from her past she finds herself being pulled right into line of a perfect, broken life.
