When We We're Young

When We We're Young 1241

Every concert I performed, Trevor always came to my mind. His smile. His voice. His actions. Everything he does and everything he is. He was my friend and my bestfriend. He always did care for me. "This song is for the person who cared much for me, Trevor! This is for you!" I'm not sure if he could ever hear this, or even has time to watch the television since he's always so busy, but I'll take my chances. I just want him to know that I still do remember him, that I hope he can still remember me too.

Astrid, never approved of me saying that since she wants a famous, hot, hollywood boyfriend for me and have a 'happy every after'. Yeah, like that ever exists. "Just sing the goddamn song" my ear microphone suddenly beats in my ear, Astrid's voice echoes in my ear drums. The rythm of the song plays in my ear mic.

I start to strum my guitar as the crowd cheers louder. "Everytime You touch me, my heart skips a beat, Even when you near me, I swear I can't breathe. I've never had this feeling with anyone before, but babe I love this feeling so please give me more..." the crowd sings along with me as they sway their hands.

Every concert video of mine in youtube, I always watch their comments. If not me, Astrid does, if I should stop the song or keep it going in the next concert. I always seem to find a comment that asks 'Who's Trevor?', but ofcourse they won't find him. Theres millions of Trevors in the world but the Trevor that I know is one of a kind.

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I don't believe it. From the view of the city of Miami, I moved to here, the small Island, only near Miami. I hate it here, its like the Before Christ setting, like lots of trees, gross grass (probably filled with poop), and sand, beach sand to be exact and its not even white like Hawaii. My mom decided to move here.

In our fortune that I know, we could move to Las Vegas, To New York, or even Australia but we moved here. I scowl at my mother the whole boat ride here but I coudn't focus much since I now realised I get sea sick.

I can't believe it, we moved and I left my school, my friends, and my mancion behind. I have no idea what came to her mind to drag me along with her and why I coudn't stay with dad to London! Yes they're seperated but I could care less. I even make jokes about them. Since my mom failed to bring him another child he left her, fought for custody with me but sadly didn't win.

But my mom said, its not technically moving here, its going back since my grandparents live here and she wanted a 'new start' but I didn't want a new start. I just want to live my life in an urban life!

"Honey, April. I'm sure you'll love it here. The people are friendly and welcoming" my mom speaks up when we got out of the boat. I didn't want to speak to her but I also didn't want to open my mouth or I might puke. "People are also welcoming in London. I'm sure I'll love it there too, so can I move?" I mutter sarcastically enough for her to hear. She frowns.

"We're just moving April, not dying. Don't you dare use that tone with me" she snaps. I roll my eyes and cross my arms in my chest. "Well it sure feels like it" I said walking away from her. I hate it when she does that. Like I'm not annoyed already, thats where I got my stubborness. I hate the sand, it just ruins my shoes. She better not follow me really, cause right now I'm like a pent up volcano and will totally blow at her face.

Yeah, I recite a declamation quote or not when I'm angry. Its foolish and not normal but I hate numbers. They annoy the hell out of me and school did that, back when I was still in grade one the teache made us write 5 bondpapers of numbers 1-1000 and I hate numbers since then.

I stop and sit at a boat but never mind, its dirty. I roll my eyes and walk around the sea shore. "Alms, alms, alms, spare me a piece of bread, spare me your mercy, I am a child so young, so thin and so rugged--" my declamation was cut off when another voice beats me to it, a boy-ish voice to be presise. "Why are you staring at me? Is it because I'm hot, did my smile flatter you? Why are you whispering to one another? Is it about my looks?" a boy stands before me, his tan arms folded infront of his chest, mimicing me.

I roll my eyes and ignore him. "Cocky much?" I retort. He shakes his head and chuckles. "Ofcourse not. Its just my own version" he said. Somehow that managed to make me smile. He's not talking to me in a flirty tone, just playful and friendly and I can't help but frown. Mom was right. She always manages to be.

"So.. Your the new 'city girl' who's moving in right?" he asks. I wanted to be sarcastic but I know I cant make friends with that and yes, I do make friends. "You can say that" I said, its not like theres never been 'city' people here before. "You seem cranky when I saw you. I take it you don't like it here?" he asks, his face suddenly hurt as if he built this Island himself, but a part of me was still guilty at what I think of this Island.

I shook my head and sigh "Its just, I can be in London right now but I'm not" I said slightly embarrased that I sound like a spoiled brat right now which I won't deny, a part of me will always be. "Trust me. You don't need the eiffel tower in the Seine river of Paris to he happy" he said. He actually knows a lot for an rural person, not that I'm saying they're stupid. "I'll show you" he said, Justin Beiber suddenly came to mind.

I shake my head and follow him. We arrived and my eyes grew wide and a grin spreads across my face, What the hell is this?! But the guy somehow read my mind "Its a competition thing. Here in this Island, people believed that the founder of an Island we're two lovers who multiplied. They named them Evelin and Hardvick" I chuckle at the name Hardvick, it sounds like 'Hard dick'. He smirks. "Anyways, they managed to 'multiply' a whole tribe until technology happened and this is it. This statue is the closes to their portrait or so they say" he shrugs.

The statue was made up of recycled materials. It was pretty brilliant actually. Their bodies we're made up of too many recycled materials but it actually looked cool. I smile at him. He's right, this is actually fine.

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Lesson learned, don't be a spoiled brat and don't judge to quickly with what you see. Its the summary of the story that will tell you what that story is about.