Nora Carson was content with her simple life in Beaufort, North Carolina. Then Logan Moore moves in across the street. Both rude and brash, Nora never believed that the boy with hair like the sun would become the light to illuminate her soul.
And it...
"What a terrible waste of a life it is, to always take the easy path, to never know what it is to risk everything for what you love."
Beau Taplin
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The sound of my sister entering my room woke me.
"Nora, you will never believe who just moved in with the Andersons." she squealed. I groaned into my pillow before letting the light enter my eyes. My sister, Everleigh, was only a year younger than me, but at the ripe age of 16 she looked far past her years and people that didn't know us would normally assume that I was the younger one.
"Everleigh, I swear to god unless it's Ryan Reynolds I am going to hang you in your sleep for waking me up."
Ignoring my comment completely and instead choosing to flop onto my bed she sighed.
"Logan Moore." She drawled the name out as if she was announcing an Oscar. I stared at her blankly and she looked at me with an expression that showed she was extremely disappointed to be blessed with a sister who had such disinterest as me.
"Okay Everleigh, I'll take the bait, who's Logan Moore?"
"Tyler's cousin. You know, blond, 6ft 2, incredibly hot, has two dogs called Sid and Bob."
I rolled my eyes. "Jesus Ever, whens the wedding?"
A pillow hit me in the face, along with a delicate laugh. My heart jumped. Ever since Everleigh's attempt at suicide last summer I think I have heard that laugh all of three times. It was a blessing to the ears. A sign that life always goes on. Dysfunctionality was part of the Carson family charisma. Some, however, were blessed with more of it than others. Everleigh was one of the unlucky ones.
In truth I had absolutely no idea who she was talking about. I didn't care either. Summer break had just started and the only thoughts occupying my head were images of the beach, endless amounts of chocolate ice cream and a certain boy with the last name Anderson whose room faced mine from across the street.
The sound of my sisters voice clouded my fantasy.
"I'm just saying, he looks like a god. I think he's the type of guy you could fall in love with and not even know it." Her fingers were winding through her long, blonde hair and I subconsciously reached for mine.
I like to think of myself as the faulty child. The child that skipped all the good genes. Where my entire family had crowns of blond around their heads, I had red curls around mine. Grinning, I pushed the covers back.
"Okay... I am officially over this conversation, I'm sure tomorrow it will be another boy your dreaming about."
Her face scowled. "Whatever Nor, just wait until you see him, then you'll be the one talking."
The TV drowned out the rest as she flicked through the channels. Just as I opened the bathroom door she shouted from my room "Just remember, I call dibs!" ________________________________
Half an hour later I reemerged into the land of the living. Stalking into the kitchen I was greeted with a cup of nearly cold coffee and nothing else. "Good morning to everyone too" I announced only to be met with grumbles in response. "You know last night I had the most amazing dream. You were in it my lovely father and of course you made a cameo mother, and Ever. my favourite sibling..."
"I'm your only sibling you idiot."
"You were also, however unpleasant, there. That's not the best part though, the best part was what we did. We actually spoke to each other, with words. You know, that activity where you open your mouth and use your vocal chords to communicate."
No response.
My mother peered over the magazine she was reading.
"Nora sweetie, could you fetch the milk, it should be delivered by now." I stared at her in disbelief.
"Of course you only speak to me when you want me to do something." I mutter to myself before turning around and stalking off to the front door. Grabbing the handle I yanked it open with a frown and due to my still present muttering it took me far longer than it should of to register Tyler's front door doing the same. My heart leapt so far out of my chest that I was surprised to find it wasn't beating on the road. But when I looked up it wasn't the boy I had developed a crush on in the past 12 years of my unfortunate existence. Instead a far more built, blonder one stood in his place.
They say when you meet the person who you fall in love with there are sparks and butterflies, but as I stared across the street at the young man who I mentally identified as Logan Moore thanks to Everleigh's entirely accurate description I felt none of these things. But when his eyes met mine I drowned. It was as if I was seeing the sun for the first time. Like a clarity had washed over me. Then the thing I least expected happened.
He flipped me off and stormed back inside, taking the Anderson's milk with him.
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