Jones ( A Jaden and Willow Story )

Chapter one

POV- willow

ROSES ARE HEARTS

SWEET

BEUTIFUL

SYMBOLS OF SENTIMENT

I PLANT MY ROSE WITH DEEP ROOTS TO SHOW MY LOVE IS

REAL

GENUINE

AND LONG LASTING

THE ONE THING IN WICH MY ROSE LACKS

THE ONE THING THAT CAN ENHANCE IT'S BEAUTY

THE ONE THING IT LONGS FOR THAT I CANNOT SUPPLY IT WITH MYSELF

IS A PRECIOUS MISS TO GIVE IT TO

Beautiful. His work blows me away. It's sad no girl will give him a chance. They would be lucky to have him. He's such a romantic. I close the leather journal, carefully strapping the clasp back in place, and sneak quietly to the door. Jaden can't stand people in his room. It's kind of like a safehaven for him. I jump feeling a hand tap my shoulder from behind.

" willow what are you sneaking around for?" mom asks suspiciously.

" nothing. I'm not sneaking. " I sigh in relief it wasn't Jaden.

"'whatever. Come downstairs there's someone I'd like you to meet." she says, still eyeing me.

I follow her to the living area. There on the couch is a group of strangers.

" Willow meet the new neighbors. They bought the empty lot next to ours." she says.

Our houses are about a mile apart then, because we own a lot of land. Either way I was glad to have some people around. Then I notice a girl, just a little bit older then me. She was slightly on the thicker side. Around Demi lavatos size. She wore it well though. She was a little older than me, maybe a year or two. About jadens age.

"hi I'm willow." I say holding out my hand.

" I'm Jones." she says hugging me.

Well shes friendly. I like that. Some people can be stuckup or judgmental. I've seen my fair share of them in my time, not that thats long. I'm 14, 15 in two months.

" why don't you two go get to know each other? We wanna talk to her parents." mom suggests, shooing me away with her hand. We move away from the living room. I take her to my room.

I find out her mom is a midwife who owns a private medical center for labor and delivery, you know baby stuff. Her dad own several factories making toys, clothes, cosmetics, you name it. That explains how they can afford that expensive behind house they just bought.

" so what type of stuff are you into?" I ask, curious because her life is pretty interesting.

" any thing. I like it all! I love the rush of just being busy and doing what I do. Whatever it be at the time." she chuckles at herself.

I examine her. Carmel skin, dark brown hair, and eyes so deep a brown they seem black unless in direct sunlight. She wasn't perfect, nor model material, but she was pretty enough, and had a contagious smile. Obviously the silly, spaz out type.

" it's too bad my brother isn't here to meet you." I sigh.

" you have a brother?" she asks.

" yeah. He's 17, and off doing whatever it is he does all the time at this time of day." I say. I wasn't sure where it was he always went off to. The sun was starting to set. Leaving a orange hue to shadow my room through my window, which was facing a lake.

"jones, baby? It's time to go. It's getting late!" her mom calls.

" comin ma!" she says getting up." well I'll see you around willow." she says. I nod and lead her downstairs.

The gorgeous sunset was becoming darker and a small drizzle was beginning to tap on my window. Jaden wasn't home yet. It was worrying me. He wasn't usually out this late.

" Willow don't forget to get ready for that interview! Your gonna be late! "Mom calls. I sigh. Jaden was gonna have to wait.

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POV- willow

I am in the lounge room waiting for the host to call me up. I'm a mess. My palms are sweaty, and I'm dryheaving.

" Willow breathe." my manager instructs. I sigh.

" and stop sighing. It's not good for cameras you gotta be cheerful and bright. My gosh willow keep up with your image or lose your career!" she scolds. Mom and dad would be ashamed of me if I don't succeed. They don't believe in failure. Her rebuke only made me sigh again. This neon loving, wild spirited, knee socks and high tops teen they are trying to make of me... Is not me.