(A/N):
Hi. Welcome to chapter one of Fall! I really think I'm gonna stick with this story.
Love you guys for reading and if you could comment, I'd love it! I love seeing what my readers think of my stories! Thank you so much for reading!
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P.S. This chapter takes place two years before the prologue. This story as a whole will be from Ethan's Point of view unless otherwise stated.
Chapter One
I got off the bus at the end of the street. Gosh, today was a long day. Sally, my girlfriend, and I fought and I said some rude things which ended in her dumping me. Why did I say those things? I didn't mean them. There was no hope. I said the same things my dad said to my mom and now they're divorced and I haven't seen my dad for years. I just need to see my mom right now. She would know what to say to make things better.
"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked through the front door and threw my backpack down by the doorframe. I waited for a response before calling for her again. I walked into the kitchen, scanning the counter for a note. There isn't one.
Okay, I'm starting to get freaked out. My mom never leaves the house without leaving a note. I start going up the stairs and pull out my phone, dialing my mom's number. I put the phone up to my ear as I entered my room. I kicked off my shoes and sat on my bed.
"Hello?" My mom answered.
"Hey mom. I just got home. Where are you?" I said.
"Hey baby. I'm at the store, getting groceries." She replied. I wonder why we needed groceries. I had gone with her to the store on Monday and it was only Wednesday.
"Mom, why do we need groceries? We went to the store Monday."
"I'm buying groceries so we can greet our new neighbors properly."
"Mom, I really don't want to see anybody right now. I've had a bad day and-"
"I don't care what kind of day you had, I'll be home in thirty minutes and you're going to help me make a brownie cake for the new neighbors. That's final."
"Fine. But I'm going to sleep, wake me up when you get home." I said, hanging up the phone.
I turned my body to lie on my bed and pressed play on my docking station. Pandora began to play a song I'd never heard before and I rolled over, making myself more comfortable. I closed my eyes and drifted off into my dream world.
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"Ethan, wake up. Ethan, honey. Get up." I heard a voice that I would only know as my mom's say. I groaned and turned over, waving my hand in the direction of her voice. I inhaled and smelled the sweet smell of brownie cake. It woke me up and I jumped up and put my feet on the ground.
"Mom, can I have some cake?" I asked, giving her puppy dog eyes.
"No. It's for the Jacobsons, the new neighbors." She said.
"Mom." I whined, sitting back down on my bed.
"Stop whining. Now." She ponted a finger at me and I shut up. "Now come on, we're going to meet them. Put on your shoes, brush your teeth, brush your hair. Just clean up."
She walked out of the door and I stood up, looking at myself in the mirror. I adjusted my shirt and shorts before walking to the bathroom. I picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste. I wet my toothbrush and squirted the paste onto the brush and wet it again. I began to hum as I moved the brush over my teeth.
The song I'm humming was the one I wrote last night. Yes, it is true. I write songs. I've written about 20. This one was called Fall. I only had the notes for my guitar down. I have to work on the words. I swished water around in my mouth before I spit out all of the foam from my teeth. I picked up the hairbrush and brushed my brown hair over out of my eyes. I need to get a haircut.
I walked out of the bathroom and put on my favorite Converse in the living room. My mom met me in the kitchen and we walked out together. We walked up the driveway in silence. I inhaled a weird scent.
"Um, mom? Are you wearing perfume?" I ask.
"Yes, dear. I am. First impressions are most important." She says as we make our way up their driveway. I knock on the door.
"DAD! SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!" The voice of a girl comes through the door.
"WELL, ANSWER IT THEN SWEETIE!" A man yells back. The door then swings open and see the most beautiful girl I've ever seen standing behind the threshold.
She's about my age, tall, dark hair, beautiful eyes, and beautiful face with a sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks and nose, long legs, freckled arms. She's wearing a sleeveless shirt so I can see her shoulders have freckles on them as well. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail and she's wearing clothes made for work and no makeup. It doesn't matter, she's beautiful.
"Hi, we're the Yates'. We live next door. I'm Maura and this is my son, Ethan."
"Hi. I'm Jamie." She shakes my mom's hand then holds her hand toward me.
"Hi. I'm-uh-I'm-uh-Ethan." I say, taking her hand and shaking it. I feel myself beginning to blush and I look at the ground. "Come on man. You're fifteen. Not nine."
But this girl, she's gonna change everything.
