Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

One.

Rocks

One.

The drifting smell of freshly planted soil and sunlight streaming on to my face knocks me out of dreams. My brown eyes flutter open in disgust. I kick my comforter off of my body, and swing my bare legs over so they touch my pure white carpet (dotted with stains here and there, of course).

I tug down my oversized t-shirt so my paper colored skin is partially covered when I go to look out the window. When my body makes it across my average sized bedroom, I push open my balcony glass doors and step out on to the small wooden porch. I squint my eyes and look straight forward to the neighbor’s house about two SUV’s length across from me. I push my light brown hair out of my face, and yank my hand out of the tangled mess. Across the side yard, three garden workers are planting flowers and shrubs in the garden, prepping for the open houses, of course. That house has been for sale for as long as I can remember. Who the hell would want to move to Elmo, Utah, with a population of three hundred seventy people? Not to mention we have the same name as a red puppet that teaches the alphabet.

I sigh and breathe in, then start choking on some saw dust floating around in the air. The workers turn to look at me, and I stumble back in to my house, raising a hand to the workers as if to say ‘Hey it’s fine, just coughing out my lungs here.’

Once back inside, I shut the double glass doors and close thecurtains behind me. My bedroom was originally the master bedroom of my three story house, but because both my parents prefer to sleep in the cold dark basement, I had the pleasure of making the large bedroom mine.

I walk to my closet to the very back of the dark room to take a pair of short pajama pants from the chest of drawers. I slip them on so my dad won’t yell at me for walking around with no pants on, and make my way downstairs to have breakfast.

When I enter the kitchen, my dad is sat at the breakfast bar munching on a pop tart, and my mom is pouring herself a cup of coffee. I take a seat next to my dad and take his remaining strawberry pop tart and bite in to the treat.

“Adrianne, give your father back his pop tart” My mom scolds.

I finish eating his pop tart, and brush my hands off on his plate to give him the leftover crumbs. My dad is in his usual business suit, ready for his case a couple of cities away. Dad is a lawyer, which is how we can afford this house in the richest neighborhood in town. Only two other families live in this part of town; the mayor and the shop attendant (the only one in town, I might add). If you’re wondering how in the world a shop attendant was able to afford a house her size, she won the lottery back in 2010. She won three million dollars and hasn’t run out yet.

My dad sticks his tongue out at me and gets off the bar stool, then walks over to my mom and pecks her on the cheek.

“I’ll be back in five days. Don’t have too much fun without me. Love you.” Dad blows me a kiss and I pretend to catch it in my hand then bring it to my heart and act like a star struck fifteen year old. Dad bows and exits the house to the garage.

“So, Addie, how’s about you and I go do a little shopping? Maybe go get a mani-pedi?” Mom asks.

I know from previous experience if I deny her, mom will be extremely sad for the rest of the day, overreacting as usual. I just nod my head and she jumps up and down in excitement. Her short blonde curly hair flies along with her movements, and I roll my eyes when she isn’t looking.

“We’ll leave in two hours!” Mom says and rushes downstairs to get ready.

My mother is so ostentatious. She is literally every girl who goes to my school, besides my best friend Morgan of course. She is on summer vacation at the Caribbean and is coming back in a week which is just in time for school to start.  I push my chair away from the bar and walk along the dark wood floor to the stairs. White light floods my house and I can faintly hear the laundry tumbling around in the washing machine. I glide my hand along the metal railing as I climb the staircase up to the top floor. I pass the two guest bedrooms and the guest bathroom and walk to the end of the hall and open my bedroom door. I turn on the light switch and rub my eyes when the light comes on. I yawn and look at my bedside digital clock on the white night table. 12:45.

I walk back to my closet and reach up to yank the chain that turns on the light. I scream at the sight of myself in the mirror at the back of the closet then start laughing. I point at the mirror and shake my head.

“You got me again you little bitch” I wink.

This happens every morning.

I pick out the same denim shorts I wear every day and an old T-shirt I cut to make a tank top. Thank god for Youtube beauty gurus. I walk back to my bed and am about to pull down my pants to change when I hear a car pulling up to the house beside mine. I scrunch my eyebrows and walk back over to my balcony. I yank open my brown curtains and stumble back at the light again. Morgan calls me a vampire due to my hatred of sunlight, my excessively white skin, and my love for fruit punch.

I see two cars in the driveway of the house, a man and a woman are shaking hands with a lady relater with a very tight blonde ponytail and black pencil skirt and blazer. The relater hands the couple a pair of keys and my mouth drops open. Someone actually bought that piece of shit? It has to be the flowers in the garden. And the shrubs. Definitely the shrubs.

“Please don’t have kids, please don’t have kids” I mutter.

Just as I was about to sigh in relief, two young teenage girls climb out of the car holding babies in their arms. Following them are two more girls who look about eight. I think they are twins.

“Noooo!” I fall back on to my bed and cover my eyes. I like kids, don't get me wrong, but I don't like when they are living so close to me. I like my sleep and screaming children might just interupt that.

I lay like that for a while, just pitying myself when I hear my mom whistling show tunes downstairs which reminds me that I have to get ready to embarrass myself. I grab some underwear from the drawer under my bed and put on the bra and panties. I have the body of a fourteen year old just starting puberty which is quite embarrassing when I am seventeen years old and about to go in to my senior year of high school. However, because Elmo is so small, there are only twelve other seniors, making the high school have seventy people in population. The middle school and elementary school are combined so that has a population of fifty.

After my underwear is on, I put on the shorts and turn from facing my bed when I hear another car pull in to the driveway. I walk to the window with my shirt in my hands to see a male about my age climb out of a black car. He looks up at me and covers his eyes. Is he calling me ugly? Oh, wait; I’m not wearing a shirt. I gasp and quickly lift the shirt over my head. The boy uncovers his eyes and he smiles up at me. He pushes his brown hair out of his face and waves at me. I hesitantly wave back, and he turns to get his bags out of his car. He has a nice ass. I shake my head. No time to think about nice asses. 'There is always time to think about nice asses' I remind myself. "Stop it" I reply to my mind. 

The boy is wearing a white graphic t-shirt and black jeans that are rolled up at the ankles. Once he has collected all of his bags he shuts the car door and my eyes follow him as he walks in to the house.

My mom knocks at my bedroom door and I quickly brush through my wavy light brown hair and grab a tube of concealer that I can apply in the car over the red spots on my face then run to the door with my phone in hand.

Author's Note

I am pretty pleased with this first chapter. You might think you know the whole layout of this story due to other fanfictions, but I promise you it's not going to be like them. It takes place in summer 2014 so Louis is not going to get famous, but I might put the other boys in as students at the school. Anway, please leave feedback thank you.