Finding Destiny

Chapter 1 - Late Night Wanderlust

Amber's P.O.V.
Annnnndddd, once again I'd lost interest in yet another piece of literature I'd been working on. I sighed and set the tattered notebook on my nightstand.
Shivering, I pulled the sheets closer to my chin as cast a tired glance at the alarm clock that rested right next to the notebook I'd just thrown down. It's digital numbers glowed a bright green and were almost therapeutic to look at.
It was eleven P.M..
Why on earth was I still awake? I had no clue. It was a school night but, I was always one to procrastinate. Live now. Suffer later.
Probably not the best moto to go by...but, nevertheless, the one I recited to myself everytime I procrastinated, because I thought it sounded like a valid enough excuse.
I sighed and began making my bed - a routine I rarely practiced. But tonight I was bored and feeling...aesthetic. My favorite word to use that I couldn't really describe to you if you asked me....
It's more of an emotion than something simple enough that you could easily put into words. Which...sort of explains why I couldn't get those words on that stupid paper!
I'd given up on yet another story idea that was trapped inside my head and now I felt like a total failure. Growing up, I'd always been told I had such a bright imagination - and even now, as a seventeen-year-old, I still get comments like that. The only problem is that the thoughts trapped in my head are so vivid...and the product that ends up on the paper is so dull. I wished so badly that I could take what I had in my brain and paint a picture vividly enough, that the world felt what I felt.
But, what I was feeling now was defeat and that's definitely something I didn't want to try depicting. I tossed myself onto my newly made bed and let out a sigh.
It was wind down time. Which meant, instead of having a few hundred thoughts floating around in my busy mind as usual, I had about ten thousand.
Heh. So much for sleep. I pulled a blanket on top of me, not because it was particularly cold, but more because I was just used to it and it gave me a sense of security. I closed my eyes and thought about things.
Adventures and travelling mostly. But, also boys.
I didn't particularly have that "perfect guy" in mind. I mean...my options were pretty open. Of course, I had a list of standards. Yes - An actual list. One day, I just sort of took out a sheet of paper and started scribbling down things I wanted in a guy. At first, I thought I was being unreasonable. But, my best friend, Joy, convinced me otherwise. I really loved Joy. She was always so encouraging and kind. And...she always seemed to approve of the guys I was into, even if they weren't really into me as much.
I liked people who were adventurous and kind and had a heart for helping the helpless.
There was one guy in particular...I liked him a lot. But...he didn't seem too interested in me. He seemed way too good to be interested in me.... But, he was very kind, nevertheless. His name was Parker Brown. He had beautiful, brown hair that kind of brushed over his face a little bit. He was a bit taller than I was. And he had a fair complexion. His deep brown eyes tended to glitter and he seemed to be a very genuine and artistic person.

Kind of funny, I thought. His initials were P.B. and mine were A.J.. Peanut Butter And Jelly. Works well together, don't you think? Okay, I was probably trying wayyy to hard to make it work, but oh well. I knew that perfect guy was out there and, one day he'd find me.
The kind that would travel with me to small southern towns and sleep in the back of trucks under thousands of stars at night. Or take me to New York City to try a deep dish pizza. Or go with me to New Orleans to dance in the rain of cobblestone streets. Or maybe...take me to California to try different food trucks and do a photoshoot in a sunhat. Or even, go with me to Florida and teach me to swim. Maybe I can find someone like me who takes calculated risks to make the most of every little thing in life. From the mundane of washing laundry, cooking dinner and paying bills, all the way up to the big adventures, like flying planes to France and taking road trips to big cities.
Maybe that was Parker....But, I don't think Parker liked me very much...at least in that way. Especially since we hadn't known each other terribly long. So, I guess I'd just have to wait and see what my destiny held. And I was positive, even if I didn't have a significant other to experience life's richness with me, I wouldn't let that stop me from experiencing it myself. I was cut out for living a fast paces life, with plot twists at every turn. Never time for a dull moment. I lived for the buzz, I took a few minutes to recharge and then I did it all over again. Living on the edge. Never wanting to stay in one place.
The map on my wall expressed my passion for travel. I longed to go to new places. Experience new things. A gorgeous world with memories to be made. Places to go. People to take with me. Why would I waste that?
I told my Joy that one day, I'd take her with me, whether or not I had a boyfriend with me. We'd go together and travel the world as sisters. There would never be any third wheeling. She was my family and this was my dream that I wanted desperately to share with her.
I snapped out of my train of thought and glanced up at the clock as I realized how long I'd been thinking on all of these things.
It was nearly one A.M. This signified my desperate need for sleep. I sighed, rolled over and closed my eyes again.

Goodnight, world.

A/N: HOLA! THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY TO READ MY HUMBLE PIECE OF LITERATURE!! I HOPE IT'S SATISFACTORY! IF IT WAS, MAKE SURE TO GIVE THIS CHAPTER A VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU WANT MOREEE SO I CAN KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUEE. GRACIAS, MY DOODS. TATA FOR NOW.