Not Your Average Love Story [ON HOLD]

The Plan

Carson's P.O.V.

Hanging around the living room, I constantly looked out the window to see if Sharna was coming.

Not that I was extremely looking forward to seeing her or anything...

Ok...maybe I like her a little bit, just a little bit.

Now that I think of it, why was I doing this? Helping this girl who I barely knew to save her mother who was supposedly murdered nine years ago?

It's because I care about her. That's why.

Ding dong

Sharna was here.

Be cool, Carson, she is just a girl.

"Oh hey Sharn, come in," Sharna smiled sweetly at me, I thought I was going to melt. My mother was in bed writing emails on her computer. I beckoned Sharna to follow me to the kitchen.

With pieces of paper and pens scattered on the table, we got started.

"When do you think we should leave?" I asked.

"Probably at the end of the term, that way we aren't missing school," she took her education very seriously, I noticed. Vanessa never took any interest in her education.

Who needs algebra at a photo shoot, Carson? She would say.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I nodded my head in agreement.

"I can pack protein bars and fruit for the trip. I can gather my spare change if we ever need more supplies or bus rides,"

Sharna looked at me gratefully. Her turquoise eyes gazed dreamily at me.

"Um, yeah, sounds good," she said, clearing her throat. "I researched the quickest route to Third Avenue in Figtree Bay. By foot, it should take two days. If we take transport at some point during the trip, it should take roughly only twenty hours,"

She was one smart cookie.

We planned the route, marking out stops and routes. We also wrote out a list of  stuff that we need to take.

Sleeping bags
Tent
Protein bars, fruit and water bottles
Spare clothing
Spare shoes
Our map
Spare change
Torch
Pack of cards (who doesn't love a good game of cards?)
And a pocket knife (just in case)

It was five - thirty by the time we had planned out our mission.

Sharna left so I went to my bedroom. Slumping on my bed, I look over at a framed photo on my bedside table. It was a photo of me when I was eight years old with my dad. I had a big fish in my arms. We loved fishing together.

He died in the line of duty. He was in the army.

There was another photo frame beside it, it was a photo of Vanessa and I.

She was kissing my cheek. Yeah, she was a bit clingy to say in the least - or maybe it's because I was not entirely dedicated towards the relationship.

She would drag me everywhere, tell me what to do. It felt like I was a puppet and she was the puppet master, pulling at the strings attached to my arms and legs.

I never wanted to be with her, she asked me out with the most innocent look on her face. Bribing me with money and popularity.

I didn't care about that, I just didn't want her to be mad with me.

What if I accidentally stop paying attention to Vanessa? Will she obliterate me? Spread rumours around the school like a game of Chinese whispers?

Thankfully, I only had one and a half years of school left.

Sighing, I turn on my side and drift off to sleep.

Vanessa's P.O.V.

"Mummmmmmm," I whined.

Ugh, parents. Mum has been doing stupid work in her state - of - the - art office for the past five hours.

Where is my eight hundred dollar monthly allowance already??

Climbing the flight of marble stairs, I went down the hallway to my bedroom.

My pink lace canopy bed, creamy designer wallpaper, large makeup station and a sixty inch plasma screen television.

My walk in wardrobe is larger than your bedroom, no offence. My ensuite is even larger.

The framed photo on my wall made me smile. It was a photo of me kissing Carson's cheek.

No doubt about it - he was my soul mate.

He was cute - no - scratch that, he is HOT and he was funny. He was quarter back in football too. He was a taker.

Who wouldn't want a girl like me? I'm pretty, cute, beautiful, rich, stylish...and pretty. Did I forget to mention that?

I was so glad that Carson was MINE. Girls would basically kill for him. Too bad, he ain't going anywhere!

From the Author: oooooooo Carson got deep! Vanessa's point of view makes you want to pull her hair out. Do you think 'Varson' (Vanessa and Carson) will work out? Or will a new ship name be welcomed into the story? Keep reading #waterssquad (this is my name for you lovelies❤️)
Allyse Waters xxx