Chasing Eden

p r o l o g u e

a song Haven would listen tooo >>>>

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"I'm not wearing that." Haven crossed her arms over her chest, a pout fixed onto her full peachy lips.

"Why not? It's so cute!" Ms. Scott gushed, earning a glare from the stubborn teen. Haven's eyes drifted down, to her mothers hands where she clutched the shiny red material in her pale grasp, curtesy of Vermont's harsh spring weather. Nearly a month into spring, and it seems to only get colder, Haven once noted to her mom.

"As previously stated, mother." Haven sucked in an annoyed breath of air, "I, am not going to that dance. It is pointless, it is stupid, and will be extrordinarily awkward." She spoke slowly, making sure her mother comprehended every syllable. Ms. Scott nodded, a thick silence following the small action, triggering Haven to shift uncomfortably under her mothers gaze.

"But you're still going."

"Mom," Haven graoned

"Haven," Ms. Scott groaned. "This'll be good for you!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"No, it wont." Haven stomped her foot immaturely. "Don't you get it? No one likes me there!"

"Wolves don't lose sleep over the opinion of a sheep." Her mother statedly simply, which, only seemed to add fuel to the fire that was Haven at the moment.

"Yeah, well, Wolves don't hang out with sheep either, now do they?" She arched a thick brown brow.

"You know what, whatever." Ms. Scott muttered exasperatedly; hanging the red fabric onto the rack with more agression than necessary. With an eye roll, haven stalked after her mother, a sigh escaping her scowling mouth.

"Mom, shouldn't I be the one storming out of Wal-Mart in an angsty fashion with you storming after me trying to calm me down?" Haven arched a thick dark brow, a bemused smile on her lips, which, only earned her a glare that could take down the largest of armies from her mother.

"I do not need this right now." Ms. Scott snapped, wiping the smile right off of Haven's pale face.

"Okay, then..." Haven drawled, straying away from her mother quietly. With a small sigh, she made her way through the Super Centre, taking random turns, going down random aisles, picking up the most unnecesary items she saw. A smile lit up the fiery haired girls face as she stepped onto the large chip aisle, Haven was a lover of all things junky, a love she was constantly being scolded for by her mother. Which, only made her fall deeper in love with the "forbidden" food. But of course, with junk food, came weight-gain.

Looking down at her slightly more curvy frame, she bit her lip. She had been meaning to get a gym membership in the winter, just lose the couple extra pounds. She didn't want to be skinny, or have rock hard abs; she just wanted to lose the unnecesariness that clung to her small frame like the plague these past few months.

"Fück" Haven cursed, being knock (quite literally) from her thoughts when her body went crashing down onto the -- most likely dirty -- linoleum with a smack! Grunting, she rolled onto her back, narrowing her eyes as she did so, preparing to chew the asailent out with every possible curse and swear she could utter. Which, is more than her parents would care to hear. She had a face that could make the scariest of bikers want to pinch her cheeks raw. And a mouth that could make them cower away if they made the mistake of doing so.

"Watch where the hell you're going y-"

"I'm so sorry!" Came the raspily deep voice. "I should've been watching where I was going." The figure sounded flustered--and flat out embarassed. "Here, let me help you up." A hand extended above the girl, causing Haven to squint against the light, trying to make out the figure in front of her. Hesitatnly, She took the hand extended above her, yelping as the yet-to-be-seen asailent jerked her onto her feet in one swift motion.

"Hi, um, I'm Eden." The brunet smiled, awkwardly scratcing the back of his neck.

"You just knocked me over." Haven deadpanned.

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that." His cheeks became rosey as his light eyes floated elsewhere--everywhere, but back to the pale girls face.

"It's okay." Haven statedly simply, with a small shrug of her narrow shoulders. Looking down at her feet, she began picking up the items that'd been scattered during the small collision.

"Here, let me help you." Eden kneeled, picking up most of her items, barley moving from his kneeling position. Haven cursed her short arms, straightening up as Eden did so.

"Here." He handed her back her things, reaching over and grabbing a small red basket from the tall stack behind him. Well, it was tall to Haven. She noticed that the stack was just about her height with the red one gone. Gingerly, she placed her items in, before taking the basket from his large hand.

"Thank you." She looked him in the eye for the first time in the 6 minutes they'd been in the aisle.

"My names Haven, by the way." She awkwardly shoved her hand out towards him.

"Nice to meet you Haven. My name's Eden." He smiled, taking her small hand in his. "But I'm pretty sure I already told you that..."

"Yes, you did."

"Oh."

"Yeah.."

"Okay.."

"Okay." Haven tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, casting her eyes back down, staring at her beat up loafers. A habit she'd had since as long as she could remember.

"So, I'll see you around?" Eden scratched the back of his head this time, an awkward smile on his lips, a smile Haven couldn't help but to return.

"Yeah, sure." She tried nonchalantly. But, the grin dancing on her lips betrayed her. With a chuckle, Eden turned his back to the small girl, grabbing a bag of Lays as he made his way out of the aisle, arms swingging at his sides as he hummed a song she couldn't quite place. Haven's grin got even wider -- if that was possible. His small chuckle made her chest feel weird, and her lips sprout a mind of their own; it was an odd sound, to say the least. But she loved it, really. Sending the bag of Golden Flake she so desperatedly craved, one last longing glance, she spun on her heels, striding out of the aisle with a new found determination.