Here I am with yet another story that was originally posted on FanFiction before I got this account! It's a very different writing style from a lot of my other stories, so I'm very tentative and careful about this one; it takes a lot more work. I hope you guys like it though!
I can't quite say how it all started. Was it when that first shot was fired in that abandoned work site? Was it when I first met Andy at a party the week before school started? Or did it go back further than that, when one sloppy mistake landed Ethan Cade in a boat load of trouble? For him, that's when it began, that's for sure. But when did it start for me? When were my chances of not being involved in this mess ruined? I say the party, but it's really very debatable.
I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Audrey Beckett, I'm seventeen years old, and I was raised in a small town called Elm Springs. I'll tell you right here and now that Elm Springs is the last place you'd expect for any of this to happen. Life was simple there. You're born into a family that loves nothing more than to smother you and show your baby pictures to all your boyfriends, you're best friends with the kids of you parents' best friends who are the kids of their parents' best friends and so on. You grow up in a decent sized house, you fight with your siblings, you feed your vegetables to your dog when your parents aren't watching. Then you hit high school and for once in your life you don't know anybody. You hit that age and you dream to be anywhere but here. And then when you try to leave for college you want nothing more to be back in Elm Springs. It's that kind of town where you know half the population by name and the other half by whatever 'group' they belong to, where your teachers know the names of your parents, your siblings, your dog and your dog's best friend's neighbor's cat. Not small enough that you know absolutely everyone, but small enough that no matter where you go in the town you still feel at home. I couldn't appreciate it then, but it's nice now that I think about it.
Just like everyone else, I had my tight nit group of friends that I went nowhere without. Just like every other group of friends in the universe, we thought that high school was the center of the universe and that we were on top of the world and things like that. We were also that group that everyone knows as the partiers. Every good party this town has ever had was put together by one of us. So it should come as no shock when I say I met the beginning of my problems, a mister Andy Carter, at one of these parties. He was new to town, the cousin of kid named Stuart Mills who was staying with them for the year. I'd seen him standing awkwardly in the corner, Stuart having already gone off with his friends, thinking that by bringing Andy in the first place he'd done his duty as the host.
"Hey," I greeted him, trying to make the new kid feel welcome like the good girl I am. He smiled, looking relieved for someone to talk to.
"Hey." Upon taking a good look at him, I was surprised none of my friends have hounded him yet. He's very...um...nice looking. Oh who am I kidding, this kid was hot! "I'm Andy Carter." I smiled.
"Audrey Beckett. You're the new kid right? Stuart's cousin?" He nodded. "We've heard a lot about you." He raised an eyebrow.
"So, I'm in a town of stalkers?" He asked jokingly. I laughed.
"No, it's just a small town. Everyone knows about everything that happens within a day. That, and your cousin's been spreading rumors about you." I said, teasing only a little bit in the last part.
"Should've guessed. Kid's never been able to keep that mouth of his shut." He said, grinning a little.
"Well, in his defense, it's probably a struggle to keep it closed. It is a pretty big mouth." He laughed.
"So what have you heard about me?" I thought about it.
"Let's see: you're in the witness protection program, you've got a million dollars stashed away in some secret vault heavily protected by the CIA, and you're an Elvis impersonator on the weekends." I looked at him suspiciously. 'You're kind of missing the sideburns for that last one."
"Don't worry, I've got fake ones." He joked. I laughed. "So, did my cousin happen to say anything about my spectacular wit, strength, and dancing abilities?" He asked.
"Nope." He grinned.
"Good, because he'd be lying about all of it." I laughed again. A few minutes later my friends all came along and we spent most of the night talking to him. Then the next day when Riesa, Caroline, my sister Abby, Dillon, Marty and I all went out to the movies, Andy tagged along. Then he came the next day when we played baseball, and the next day after that and after that. By the end of the week, most of us had almost forgotten he was the new kid. It felt just as natural hanging out with him as hanging out with the rest of the group. I guess that should've seemed strange, but it didn't, because like I said, he'd just fit in too well for that. Andy was a good guy, that's really all there was to it, his only dimension as far as we knew. He was just that likable guy that every school seems to have, the one who's friends with everyone and makes the jerks a little nicer and can make the emos and Goths laugh. That guy everyone likes. It should've seemed strange, but he was too good for that.
How was it? Any guesses on what's going on? I don't care what you have to say, hell, you could talk about your old Uncle Al's narsty foot odor, I just want reviews! I crave them, I could be called a review whore. Ah, screw it, I'm rambling, just review please okay?