Chapter 1- Intro
I'm Mia Jacobs, and this is my story.
You see, five years ago I had been engaged to the most perfect man I could ever want. He had dirty blonde hair, beautiful teal eyes, and the best personality. He was funny, cute, romantic, and perfect. He wrote songs, sang, and made YouTube videos. And his name was Jonathan Cozart.
While I was just about to turn 22, him 23, he had proposed. I had accepted, and everything was going great. I was going to Marry my high school sweetheart.
But, of course, something had to go wrong. We had a fight, one out of very few the whole time we were together, and, It was a bad one. There was a lot of yelling involved, and crying, and throwing my ring at him, and him leaving. Forever.
There was no proper goodbye, and not another hello to be said. He never called me, nor texted. We haven't talked in five years, and I have no clue where he is now or what he's doing.
I lost myself after the break up, I didn't talk to anybody for weeks, locking myself in my apartment, and turned off my phone. I was completely broken. The Exact moment he slammed the door that night, all I could do was drop to my knees, and think about how we were suppose to have Happily Ever After.
But now I'm here to tell you about what happened After Ever After.
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I got on a T-shirt and shorts, and Pulled my hair back in a pony tail. I took a quick glance to my closet. I never use my closet, Because of what's in it. I'm always tempted to go and look in it, but I can't, I'm to weak.
Chelsea, my best friend, picks me up so we can go to the mall.
"Where are we shopping first?" I asked, excited.
"Forever 21." Chelsea says.
Chelsea is very, and I mean extremely, organized. She organizes where we go, and how long we stay at each store.
"How long?" I asked.
"Half an hour." Chelsea says.
"Good." I smiled, last time I only got twenty-five minutes to shop, and so I begged for more next time we went.
She pulled into the parking lot, and we hurried in, walking to the store. I was excitedly trying on clothes and such, as fast as I could. I only bought a cute shirt there, so we continued on to the next store.
After our fun day, Chelsea needed some stuff from Wal-Mart, so we made our way there. We arrived, and went in.
"What do you need again?" I questioned.
"Just some cheap flip flops and some pool noodles." Chelsea shrugged, walking to the pool section.
She found the big box that held a bunch of pool noodles, and began searching through them, looking for a certain color. I looked around the place, scanning all of the weird people that come here often.
My eyes landed on someone familiar looking, and I stared for a second before he looked my way and I instantly turned back to Chelsea who was talking to me while searching.
"But they don't have a blue!" Is all I heard from her.
"Shucks." I sighed,"Just get purple." I told her.
She gave me a death glare,"That won't match my bathing suit." She searched again.
"You have like twenty bathing suits, Chels." I rolled my eyes.
"But the pool party is coming up, tomorrow night, and my bathing suit for it is blue!" She said, as if it were a huge world crisis.
"Why don't you wear your new pink one with polka dots? That's cute." I asked.
"Because," she sighed, like I should know this already,"Troy's swim trunks are blue and we need to match." She concludes, talking about her boyfriend.
"Whatever." I sigh, and look around again, waiting. The guy catches my sight again, and I stare intensely, trying to recognize him.
He was looking through some goggles and floaties. He turned my way again and I was quick and acted like I was looking through the pool noodles with Chelsea.
"Quick, Chels," she looked up at me,"I need you to see if you recognize that guy." I bopped my head to the side.
She looked his way, and studied him, as I pretended to look through the pool noodles.
"Yeah, he seems familiar." Chels shrugged,"Why?" She looked back at me.
"I don't know, it just feels like I know him from Somewhere." I chuckled, taking another look to him, and he was talking to someone. I just left it alone until that next night at the pool party when he shows up again.
"I swear I know him." I watched him walk to a group of people.
"Who's him?" Chelsea asked, while reading her magazine.
"The guy that was at Walmart." I said, staring at him, once again.
"Go talk to him, then." Chelsea rolled her eyes.
"No way!" I shook my head.
Chelsea looked up from her magazine and watched me from behind her sunglasses,"Mia, you haven't dated a guy since the incident. You need a man in your life." She told me.
"I do not. I am an independent woman-"
She cuts me off,"That doesn't need a man," she finished, mocking me,"Whatever, just go talk to him, and find out who he is, it's not like it's J-"
"SHH!" I interrupt her,"Dont say his name."
She sighed,"It's not like it's 'him'" she put quotes around 'him'.
"I know, but I don't want to go." I crossed my arms.
"There is no reason for a twenty-seven year old to be afraid of talking to guys. Now go." Chelsea demands. I sit tight. "Mia." She frowned.
I groaned, and stood up,"Fine." I walked around the pool side, and walked up to the guy and his friends. Some of them saw me coming, and watched me. For the others, they just continued talking.
I stepped my last step, and all of them looked at me,"Uh, hi." Then I looked at the guy,"Can I talk to you?" I asked, nicely.
He smiled,"Yeah."
And I stared at that smile, that familiar perfect smile of his. His friends snickered and whispered as we walked to the pool. We both sat down on the side, and put our feet in.
"So, what'd you need?" He asked, looking into the water.
"I just wanted to meet you, I saw you before and thought I'd say hi." I shrugged.
"Oh, hi." He chuckled, and I smiled at the chuckle.
I looked at him, and he looked at me, and we stared at each other,"I'm Jon." He smiled, but I had known who he was the second I looked Into those eyes, which I had stared into so many times, years ago. Those eyes that'd comfort me when I was down, those eyes that told me he loved me.
"Mia." I said, weakly. And at that moment, it dawned on him, too, that I was his lost lover, and we just stared in silence. No emotion on either of our faces to tell our thoughts. Both, straight faces. My mind jumbled with thoughts and emotion, like why he was here, and how long has he been here, why hasn't he called? And my heart filled with anger, love, sadness, and confusion. I let my eyes leave his, and roam his facial expression, blank, and his hair, he had cut it, and his lips, which used to spill out the words 'I love you' as we fell asleep. His nose, which he'd give me sweet butterfly kisses when I was crying. And his eyes, which used to be filled with happiness, is now filled with confusion.
"It's you." We said, together.
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Hello, I'm pleased to introduce my new story, After Ever After.
If you don't know who Jon Cozart is, search him on YouTube <3.
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