If I Stay (Fanfic)

Chapter 1

A/N- Hey so I'm Crystal and this is my If I Stay fanfiction. Please vote and comment if you like it! By the way, Reid is Adam and Jane is Mia. Follow for a follow back! Byeee:)

~~Ps. I was 14 when I wrote this, and I didn't even know what fanfiction meant! I thought it was just writing it in your own words XD but please I know it's bad but don't comment bad things:) thank you!~~

Hi. I am Jane.

I am not popular, smart, or athletic. You may not hear me at school because to everyone there, I do not exist.

I am just 'that girl who plays the cello'. The cello is my passion. I have been playing it for seven years. I am sixteen. Do the math.

I played the cello my whole life. Until everyone's lives around me changed. Including mine.

I'm going to tell you the story of how that happened.

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I put my schoolbag on the grey couch in my living room.

"How was school, Jane?" My mom, Michelle, asks, just before I head up to my room.

"Uhh... good." I reply, quickly, then bolt up the hardwood stairs, making sticking noises with my feet with every step.

I make it to the end of the upstairs hallway and open the last door on the right and slam it behind me.

Man, I am too excited to care how loud it was.

I open my apple mac laptop, turn it on, and go straight to Facebook.

I have been talking to this boy, Reid, every day after school for about a week. I know he's not an old man pervert because my friend, Chelsea showed his profile to me, in attempt to get us together. But, we're just friends.

I told him that I played the cello and he told me he played the guitar. I told everything about me to someone I have never met.

I told you I wasn't smart.

But I felt a strong connection with him when I saw his picture and started messaging him.

His light brown hair swung to the left and my long dirty blonde hair swung to the right. He is left handed and I am right handed. He is popular and I am not.

We have no similarities except our love for music.

I told Reid that I was going to audition for the orchestra here in Portland. He wanted to take me there to see a performance before I have to perform. He said it would make it less scary for when I go on. I agreed.

I went to bed that Friday night overwhelmed. I was about to meet Reid, afterall!

~

It has been three days since Reid told me he was going to take me to the orchestra. Today is the day.

I practically fly up the stairs when I get home from school. Reid is going to pick me up at 5:30 so we could go out for a fancy supper before the performance. I slam my door- again not caring about the noise- and start to undress.

I grab the dress off of my bed and slip it on feet first. The dress is bright red and ruffles to my knees. From the waist up, the dress is smooth.

For my whole life, I haven't been much of a girly girl. But man, I love this dress.

For the next hour, I curl my long blonde hair, apply mascara and eyeliner around my sky blue eyes, put in silver stud earrings and put a silver necklace with a red stone around my neck.

It is 5:26 when I hear a knock at the door. I rush downstairs and open it.
It's Reid.

"Wow. " He says, totally checking me out.

"Uhhh... thanks?" I say,then we burst out laughing.

"It's so nice to actually see you in person. " He adds.

"Thanks. Yeah, I've been waiting for what seemed like an eternity to see you too. " I reply.

We smile at each other. This is the 'special bond' I was talking about. It's like we've known each other for years!
My mom and dad walk out of the living room; my dad's left arm slung over her shoulder.

"You must be Reid," my dad says, shaking his hand. "I'm Richard."

"Hello," Reid replies. " And you must be Michelle," he extends his hand to my mother's for a handshake.

I can't let my parents embarrass me in front of a guy I literally just met.
So, I hurry and say, "Well, we don't want to be late!" and politely shove Reid out the door.

"Well, it was nice meeting you guys," Reid tells my family as he walks out the door.

"You too, Reid!" My parents yell out the closed door.