Just a Dream

Chapter 1- A New Start.

After a long car ride, I was relieved to be able to slip into my apartment, which had walls the color of puke green, which really didn't match the silver/gray furnature which was paired with a plush white rug over a gorgeous oak wood floor. Normally apartments weren't already furnished, but a bit extra money you could get an already furnished apartment. I guess they weren't great with matching colors. I would have been able to just curl up in bed and sleep, if it weren't for those awful green walls. Turning on my heels, as soon as I had walked into my new home, I had left. I had to at least get some new paint for the walls.

I had gone in multiple circles around the block, completely and utterly lost. I had literally just arrived in Tennessee not but a few hours ago, so how was I suppose to already know where everything was?

After taking a left turn insted of another right turn, I finally found my way into the main part of town. To my annoyance I couldn't find a hardware store anywhere, but of all places I could find, I stumbled upon an indoor skating rink. Pulling into the parking lot and easily finding a parking spot and let the memories take over my mind.

**

Huffing in annoyance, I slowly pushed myself up from the ice, my bum now cold and wet. I had recently taken an interest in figure skating after watching the winter olympics and watching the graceful skaters make stunning and smooth movements on the ice.

Pushing off I started clumsily straight ahead, launching myself into the air and only turned partially, at least I was until I crashed into something hard, knocking it over onto the ice along with me.

"Watch where you're..." I began to say sternly before I realized who was underneath me, and just so happenly was looking up at me with that dazzleing smirk. Jason Quil, he was only a sophmore in high school, but was already the star quarterback for our football team, point guard for our basketball team, and in the spring; the star pitcher on the baseball team, and the fastest sprinter in track and field. Girls drooled over him, but he was known for quickly rejecting them. "Hey now, you're the one that practically dived into my arms"

His teasing tone snapped me out of my thoughts and a scowl replaced the shocked look that had previously dominated my features. "I did not dive into your arms. I was trying to teach myself how to figure skate." I huffed and pushed myself off of the boy, involuntarily sliding backwards, at least until two hands clasped my sides to stop me. "Did you want me to teach you?"

"You're a sophomore and I'm an eighth grader." He snorted at my remark as off trying to hold back a throaty chuckle.

"I'm offering to teach you how to figure skate, not asking you to go out with me." I felt anger build inside me at his statement and poked him harshly in the chest.

"I wouldn't want to date you anyway, Jason Quil. I'll let you teach me how to figure skate and that's it. Understood?"

"Understood. But, wait. What's you're name since you already know mine?"

"Nicole Eastwood."

"Alright, Nicky. Lets get to work."

**

Little had I known at fourteen years old how I had been terribly wrong about not wanting to simply be with Jason.

Wiping the tears that had slid down my cheeks, I put the truck in reverse and fled from the rink. I pulled into a gas station and hoped out of the truck, finally swallowing my pride and asked the cashier for directions to the nearest hardware store. Leaving with a simple nod to show my thanks, I replayed the directions in my mind as I made my way to this building that took over an hour to find.