The Story of Us

Prologue

Hi guys! New Story! Hope you like it...

~

Copyright 2012

All rights reserved; the right to reproduce this book or any portion thereof in any form whatsoever in any country whatsoever without the express of the author's permission is forbidden.

~

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prologue

            Love doesn’t always come to you as you’d might expect.

                In the movies love is always where the guy gets the girl, they kiss, they ride off into the sunset, and there’s the end credits. Or the other stereotypical storyline where guy likes girl, girl likes guy, they love each other for a while until one of them does something stupid, the person who did that stupid something makes it up in some dramatic love dove scene, they kiss, and there’s the end.

                Yeah, this story isn’t going to be anywhere near those plotlines.

                Don’t worry; this one will still have that happy ending you love and know. It just takes a really, really long time to get there with plots and turns and heart wrenching moments that make you want to explode.

                But just a warning: love isn’t like lightning. It’s not fast and instantaneous. It takes time to grow.

                And one last thing—don’t think that you’re about to go ahead and read those mushy weird love stories. True, this is a love story. And it is weird. But if anything, it’s going to be far from stereotypical. Love isn’t always perfect now, is it? Sometimes it brings horrible endings to people.

                But now I’m getting off topic into a glimpse of a completely different story that was my parents’. Theirs is long and over by now. But, maybe, at the end of this one, we’ll get to change that.

                Anyway, let me stop blabbering and get straight to beginning, shall we?

~~~~~~~~~~

                “Are you going over to Liam’s house today?” my mother asked, wiping her hands on a towel.

                I stopped at the front door, my hand brushing against the doorknob. I looked back, slightly irritated, and nodded. “Like I always do, Mom! I’ll be back by dinner, promise!”

                “Please be careful, Keegan!” my mother yelled after me, just as the door slammed shut.

                “Yeah, yeah.” I muttered, stepping outside. I walked across the street and to the house facing mine’s, walking around a huge white truck. I wondered what that was about.