Finding Neverland

II

I sigh. Bidding my Dad a final goodbye while wiping the tears from my eyes. I turn around and walk out of the cemetery gates. Sliding into the driver's seat of the silver 2012 Jeep Cherokee my sister and I share, I decide to play some music while going to Starbucks. Instinctively I turn it to the local Alternative/Rock channel where Philip Philips' Home was playing, letting a few tears stain my cheeks I sing along to the chorus, "Pay no attention to the demons that fill you with fear."

Demons? Ha! My demon was death, the very thought of death terrified me and excuse moi for being scared, my own father died. It wasn't fair. He was a nice honest man, smart and sweet and when he died it was like karma was punishing me for not being the best student or athlete . Still if punishment is what I deserved, why not take it out on me and not my daddy who hadn't done a wrong thing in his life. If i had been killed four years ago I wouldn't have all this pain but I guess that's sort of the point. If I'd died I would've never gained this much remorse and apathy and have grown up so fastly to take care of the little brother, who now lives with my grandparents in Vermont. If I'd died in his place, at least Daddy would be here to keep everyone happy.

Still wallowing in the dark storm cloud casted above me I slowly opened the Jeep's door and plopped out. Shutting the door and setting the alarm, I make my way into the coffee shop. Without looking, I absent mindedly open the door and hit someone in the face. "Oh my gosh! I'm so so- you know what? Never mind. I take it back. You're not worth an apology!" I spat. It was Cameron I had hit, my manipulative, lying,and cheater of an ex-boyfriend. After 2 years of being together, he thought some blond bimbo was worth losing it all for. . . .

"Jules! Ouch...why the angry remarks? I gotta tell you, that really hurts babe." Replied Cameron with a prominent smirk playing on his lips. He knew what he was doing and wanted me to feel all the awfulness the breakup had brought once again.

"First off I'm not your 'babe'. You made that clear when you cheated!" I said back, really getting quite furious now.

"Oh for the last time Juliet! I didn't cheat on you! I-i-i was...helping her look for her earring! Yeah." He stammered out.

"Yeah" I scoffed. "Helping her find her earring with your pants around your ankles! Goodbye Cameron!" I storm out of Starbucks without even a cookie. After seeing that dark haired, green eyed jerk, I've completely lost my appetite. . . He did look better now didn't he? Oh God I'm pathetic! But I guess the way his lengthy black hair just barely brushed his forehead and his green eyes growing with humor did make him look a bit attractive. I really am pathetic aren't I? Flustered at myself for allowing myself for being in the same room as him long enough to have a conversation I hiked back over to my jeep. With the strength only an angry teenage girl produce I yanked the door open and started the car.

"I've tried playing it cool . . ." A familiar voice sang on the radio making me groan, not another stupid love song. Not everyone is going to wind up happily ever after. Really love was overrated, your heart will be broken so much only to pull a game of charades thinking this was actually worthwhile. Not every romance is like the movies and I don't think the guys that sing about love being so wonderful fully understand how difficult life really is and that not everything ends happily! Driving out of the parking lot I'm greeted with loads of traffic. I groan and slam my hand against the steering wheel. What was going on?! A concert or something?! I try and find a way through the maze of traffic and see an empty alleyway. 'If it's the only way out, I'm taking it!' I thought to myself.

Backing up slightly I pull out of the line of traffic and squeeze my car through the alley. Suddenly five figures stood in front of the car. I quickly halted to a stop. I recognized who they were. It was One Direction.

"Hi" The guy with the curls came up to the window next to the driver seat.

"What do you want?" I snapped really not feeling in the mood for small talk. Honestly I didn't care that they were famous . . . personally I believe them to be just normal people who probably don't like to be screamed at where ever they go.

"Whoa take a chill pill!" The blonde guy said, he looked like the stereotypical surfer in the hibiscus print swim trunks. Take a good glance at the five guys Kate had chattered about so often recently I tried to guess their names. The blonde one was Neil, the curly haired one was Charles, the one the looked suspiciously like Bieber was William, the one with the dark hair in a Jimmy Nuetron fashion was Zayne, and the last one with the bright red skinny jeans was Lewis.

"Sorry I'm just having a really bad day." I apologized, sighing into my seat.

"No need to be sorry." The curly haired guy said again smiling, showing his deep dimples.

"OK! OK! Enough with the chit chat! Can we just please get a ride to your place and hide there?" Blurted out the one in the ridicules striped shirt and . . . suspenders? What was he an overweight senior? Anxious he motioned for me to get on with it.

"Um . . . I dunno. Why should I take you to my place? How do i know that you wont gang rape me or something?! Uh uh, no sirree. I'm not taking you anywhere." I answered scooting backwards a bit . . . I didn't know these guys! What made them think I'd give them a ride home? Oh yeah, they're famous. Of course they thought I'd take them to my house.

Suddenly they all bursted out laughing causing me to go red in the face. "I highly doubt Niall has a mean bone in his body! The others . . . well I'm sure they aren't the type and I wouldn't dare! If it makes you feel better we'll pay you one hundred pounds if you take us to your place and let us at least stay there until our concert tomorrow." The Bieber doppelganger offered. Sure we Americans didn't take pounds but if I was correct 100 pounds was close to 200 dollars and as much as I hated it Kate and I needed the money.

Rolling my eyes excessively, I nodded into the seats. "Hop in although I don't think there's enough space."

"Erm . . . can I drive?" Jimmy Neutron asked.

"I think I'd feel unsafe if you drove." I told him. Anyone with hair that twisted couldn't possibly be sane. All of a sudden all of the boys besides Jimmy Neutron burst out laughing. "......I said that out loud didn't I?" I remarked. The one called Niall, is laughing so hard he's crying. I feel a slight grin come to my face and I giggle a bit. I cant help it! His laughter is contagious!

"Okay. Hop in, you guys might have to sit on eachother's laps though." I said hopping into the drivers' seat as the others piled into the other seats in the back and curly sat in the front beside me continuing to flirt.

"Can I sit here?" Mr. Suspenders asked pointing to the driver's seat. Curious I raised my eye brows.

"Um I dunno if you noticed but I'm sitting here . . ."

The guy laughed slightly. "Alright then, can I be your booster seat?" Suddenly the rest of the band hooted and whistled.

"Sure. While you're at it, you can be my seatbelt too... Get your own seat!" I snap.

Everyone started snickering at that and smirked at suspenders boy. Giving them a silencing glare, I started up my Jeep as Mr. Suspenders hopped in the back with the others.

I sigh to myself, focused on the road and started to drive to my house.

Here's chapter 2!:) sorry loves! We've been UBER busy! So we'll try the best we can to update! Comment and let us know how we're doing?:)

-Jess, Celina, Ashleigh :)