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Take Me Back to summer '09

Book By: MyMistakesYou
Fan fiction

New house, new school... new babysitter for your blind little brothers? You bet! Only problem is when Carson and the babysitter start to fall for each other, he is whisked back off to the X-Factor, where he almost wins and joins a band named One Direction.

If Carson could forget the boy, she would, the only problem is, where ever she looks, she sees his face, constantly reminding her that she never told him the most important thing.

What is that thing? Read to find out!

(I suck at these, so don't make fun...)

Submitted:Jan 21, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Take Me Back to summer '09 (One Direction Fan Fiction)

I stared at the light shining bright, like a star caught in yesterday with its beating might. I watched the sun move for an entire day, just day dreaming of what could never be. I collected myself as I watched the brilliant birds fly away for the winter, just as I wish I could, just I as I dreamed in the day that I could… just fly away.

Some days, there's a blister where my heart used to be, but it just won't burst open and heal, it stays blistered. Some days, I feel as if I don't care what you say and do, but others, damn does it feel like you punctured a lung and I can't breathe, gasping for air, begging for you to lessen the constriction. For some reason, some masochistic part of me, likes the blister, yearns for the constriction, and cries for you…

That's enough stalling; I guess I should start from the beginning, the first day of summer break '09, the first day of living in my new house.

"Do what..?" I questioned, still staring at the laptop screen as my mother rattled off things for me to do while she was at work, and I bobbed as she continued to babble. My mother didn't stop rambling for me to write anything down, deep down inside, I knew that she knew I wouldn't get any of this done.

"Remember to…" she continued in her motherly babbling ways. I continued to move my head up and down as she chattered about things that meant absolutely nothing to me. My mother's brown eyes twinkled in envy and I knew she was thinking, 'if you get to stay home, I should too!', but, of course, that wasn't happening. It was her first day of work, and she knew that she couldn't just leave me.

"We're going to be late if you aren't down here in the next five minutes, Susan! Dear God, you are slower than my grandma without her walker, let's go!" my father hollered up the steps to my mother. My mother let out a deep breath of air and stomped out of my room like a pissed off puppy, shouting obscenities at my father.

Ignoring my parents, as I usually do, too caught up in my teen years to care that they won't be here forever. I should start minding them, I thought. A bubbly laugh escaped me, "Yeah right! I'll mind my parents when they stop acting like children, acting like adults!" I notified my dog, "Right, Sparky, baby?" I queried him in my very girly voice.

Sparky stared at me, his eyes questioning me one simple sentence, although not even I could answer him, they read, are you crazy? I shrugged at Sparky, a beaming smile on my lips. Sparky and my other dog, Chummy, woofed joyfully in unison together.

I beamed at the lot of them, "Want to help me with those chores, Chummy old chum?" I bade him. Chummy continued to woof happily, I took the woof as a solid yes and I grinned at the two dogs. "Then let's do this thang!" I yelled victoriously and jumped out of my computer chair, competing with the dogs to get to their leashes.

I ran down the spiral stair case, the big golden retriever right in front of me. I tittered, Chummy old chum! The little shitzu right on our tail, poor Sparky, such short legs, such a hyper dog...

I pushed Chummy out the way and made it down the stairs first, whooping victoriously, "Oh, what now, Chummy old chum! I whooped yo' ace!" I cried out, I picked up the leash and put in on Sparky. I went to grab Chummy's, realizing it wasn't there; I looked at him to see him staring at something - or rather someone. The leash in Chummy's mouth, he let it fall at the stranger's feet.

"Who are you..?" I questioned the boy, he smiled at me, a small but welcoming smile - I was still hesitant due to obvious reasons. The biggest one begging… There's a strange person in my house that is not me!

He chuckled, curlyish brown hair falling in front of his brown eyes, "Your mom sent me to help you watch you little brothers," the boy stated, I stared at him, expecting him to say his name. He only stared back at me for a second before realization smacked him in the face, "Oh! My name's Liam, sorry…"

"Carson," I told him, he smiled at me.

I sniggered at him; I didn't mean to laugh at his failure… I lied to myself. A smirk on my face, I out stretched my hand; he took it, shaking it slightly.


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