Unexpected Love

Anna's POV: The warm summer air sailed quietly through the black night. A full moon gazing through the whispy clouds. I looked around to see if the small white letter was perched on the mat in front of my small house. Sitting there, perfectly awaiting me. It's creme colored surface sealed with the smile sticker. Each time it arrived at my door it sprang butterflies into my usually unnerved stomache. I softly hopped out of my thinly layered bed. The floorboard creaking from each curious step I took. Decreasing the distance between me and the lavender colored letter, slowly. I nervously grabbed onto the cool metal handel. With the snap of my wrist adn a small push, the door crept open. I snatched up the letter and deviously crept back upstairs and into the small bed that loved me so much. I flicked on my bedside lamp and carefully took off the smiley, placing it in my box. The box was filled with colored smiley stickers. Proving how many millions of times we crept out, into the night to send eachother these delightful notes. I slid out the peice of paper I lovingly awaited every other night. In his halfhearted writing it said:
Hey Anna,
Nothing exciting has been happening. Just the fact that I'm still grounded for disobeying my parents. I need to talk to you, face to face. Meet me at the pool, at 4:30 A.M.
Sincerely,
Jason.

I glanced at the clock unwillingly. 4:15 A.M. The numbers regestered in my head slowly. My eyes shot wide open as I jumped up excitedly. I tugged on a lavender puple tank top, my best ripped short shorts, and aqua colored flip-flops. I ran down the stairs in a blur and stumbled out into the dampened grass. I looked back at the house before I took off. I crossed 5th Street and ran down the abandonded alley. I latched my hands onto the cool black metal gate. I lazily pushed it open and walked up to the tall figure on the opposite side of the pool. "Hello," Jason slowly breathed. I stood their fozen by the sound of his unnerving vioce. "Hey," I returned softly. Barely speaking above a whisper, barely able to hear it myself. He smiled at me comfortingly, and pulled me into his musculant arms. "Promise me one thing," he murmured into my ear. I pulled back and looked at him, confused at what he was trying to tell me. "What do you mean, 'promise me something'," I retorted wearily. "Well I, I'm moving. A place in South Carolina saw some of my YouTube videos, their intrested in making me the next teen popstar," he said in a rush. Trying not to slur his words together; not looking me in my small grey orbs either. "Okay; promise you what," I said reluctantly. Mingling my hands together, intertwining them so he couldn't grasp them and explain how he didn't want this. "Promise me 2 things," he paused looking at me wearily. "Stay yourself, and never forget me," he murmured softly as he eagerly awaited my response. "I promise. Now, 2 things you must promise me: you'll never forget ME, and we'll keep in touch," I said starring into his eletric blue eyes. "I promise," he said grabbing my arms and giving them a soft squeeze to reassure him promise. "Okay, so when you going," I speculated my own question. "Tommorrow at noon," he said before turning away. "Well then," I paused tears filling my eyes, "I guess this could be goodbye." "Yes. This is, goodbye," he remarked. His gaze layed upon the sparkling pool. I walked out of the small pool area we always would meet in. After I was out of his eye sight I sprinted, full speed, home. Coming to a fast stop; quietly opening the blue door. Softly I crept up the staircase, and plundged into the bed I was always comforted by. I softly placed my hand onto the nightstand that held the last letter I'd ever recieve from Jason. The expesive colonge he used layered onto the small creme colored letter. I looked at the white ceiling above me. My mind replaying what had happened at the pool, every last second. Rewinding, then playing. Over and over and over again. I reluctantly closed my eyes and drifted into my imaginary world. Better than the one I was in, better than the real one.

~~1 Year Later~~

Anna's POV: The announcer gleefully exclaimed, "and now, our last performer. Jason Duran!" My best friend walked on stage, waving at the screaming croud. My mind flashed back to 1 year earlier, when he promised we'd keep in touch. Last 5 months he slowly began to stop calling, and making the phone conversations shorter and shorter. It was usually, "Hey, sorry but my girlfriends waiting for me." Or something like, "Hey. About to record, I'll call you back. Promise." Now, his promises mean nothing to me. Just a bunch of lies he never planned on making them come true. "Hey, Anna. We're going to the park, hurry up," my best friend called over to me. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the T.V. screen once more. "His mom is now flying him out to their home town so he can think about his attitude. Over the past few weeks he's become very spoiled and rude; look on the bright side. You just might get to meet him," the announcer pepily remarked. I huffed a little bit and new what she meant. "Coming," I called back clicking the remote so it would shut off the T.V. I jogged over to my best friend who stood in the doorframe. "Jason Duran is a babe, right," she asked. Unaware that he used to be my best friend. "Wanna know where he lived," I deviously asked. "Yeah," she excitedly screamed. "Come on," I grabbed her hand and dragged her down the road easily. "Right there," I pointed at a peach colored house with an ivey green door. "How in the Lords name, did you know that," she shouted. Her eyes bullging out of her head. "I think it would look better with a rose colored door. But did Jay listen to me? No," I announced watching a gigantic U-Haul truck round the corner nearing the house we looked at. "Girl, when was Jason freaking Duran, Jay to you?" Jennifer asked raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Since Jason ARTHUR Duran was moving into that house," I pointed toward a figure jumping out of a Jeep. Jennifer shrieked in delight and ran over to him, full speed. Grabbing him and taking him in one of her death hugs. Being the mature one here, I casually walked over and ripped her off him and apologized. "Sorry, she won't bother you again. Jay," I explained. Dropping the 'Jay' hint. I was trying to give him a hint I was his ex-best friend. "Well, it's nice to meet you. Here have an autograph," he reached into his backpack and pulled out two pictures of him. He stuck his hand in farther, pulling out a black and a blue Sharpie. "Which color, babe," he looked at me. "No thanks. But she'll want one," I retorted gesturing toward Jenny. "Blue," Jenny yelled in excitment. Although I didn't understand why, he was just another guy hitting on me. I gagged at the meer though of us being more than friends. "You alright, babe," he asked. Concern lingering in his vioce, but not as much as I was hoping for. "I'm fine, thanks," I coldly answered. Before we left he hugged me and Jennifer. Jennifer still squealed after 20 minutes of the small encounter.

Jason's POV: I couldn't rap my head around the fact that the brunette didn't like me, and her friend did. Out of curiousity I followed them to their destination. After about 30 minutes they finally stopped at a extremly little kid infested park. The blonde stopped abruptly and started flying questions at the brunette. "Annabell, how did you know him? When did you meet? Do you think I'm his type," the blonde asked. My mind arrupted with blurred memories. Like the type in a newspaper, you get the outlines and the shapes. But not what is important, like the face or the eyes, or the hair. Anything helpful in my memory had been blurred out. Pictures of my girlfriend sprung into my head. We were 5, running around in a meadow, throwing grass at one another. It was impossible though, I hadn't met Kaitlyn yet. "Yes," a soft vioce errupted. I looked up from my position behind the bush. The brunette, Annabell, stood looking down at me. "I, uh, dropped a penny," I lied reluctently. "You don't have a wallet on you. If your gonna lie, make it more practical," she responded before walking away with her friend. "Annabell," I shouted right before she was out of my view. "Get my name straight, hot shot," she yelled back. Not even turning around to correct me, just walking along side the beach blonde friend of hers. I started running toward her frantically, but once she heard my on coming footsteps she took off.

Anna's POV: Loud footsteps started traveling toward me. I kicked off my flip flops and raced off in the directon of the beach. Knowing Jennifer knew that was my new destination. I didn't know what Jason wanted, and I wasn't planning on finding out. "Where's she going," I heard him ask; panting from his short run. "Dunno," Jennifer responded with a shrug. "What's your name," he said before starting off back after me. By then I had rounded the corner and entered the beach. Kids ran in the surf; trying to not get hit by the on coming waves. I flung my shirt off and scrambled to get my shorts off. I was far ahead of Jason so I had time. I ran down the beach and into the cool surf. Honestly today couldn't be worse. I don't want Jason back, he's been starstruck. I swam in the water thinking to myself about how ge'd changed so much. I dunked under the refreshing blue water, its shimmery flow enveloping me. I turned around and headed slowly back toward the enormous surf. Jason's tall figure came into view, the black hair that now was cut shorter than before. His hands intertwined with eachother, like they didn't know where they should go. I sunk my head back under silently. The splashes filtered the shallow water. A plan quickly formed in my devilish mind. I ran out of the water full speed. I didn't even grab my clothes or my shoes. Traveling up the dirt road at my fastest pace, I dodged oncoming people. Jennifer came into my view in a blur, she nodded and turned as I met her. We laughed half heartedly as we ran up my small driveway and past the comforting blue door. Leaving Jason Duran, teen pop sensation, at the small beach.



TO BE CONTINUED!!!!