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Baby Blue Eyes.

Novel By: Maddie Grey

Zoey and Levi were never meant to be. He was the gorgeous, guitar-playing heart throb of the school and she was just an average girl who somehow ended up in his band. But they fell for each other.

However, some things just don't last. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, and everything changed.

Ten months after their messy break up which destroyed the band, Zoey’s plans to reform suddenly bring Levi hurtling back into her life again; though this time, she’s determined not to fall for him. But can she resist that smile that breaks hearts, or, most importantly, can she withstand the charm of his baby blue eyes? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 12, 2011    Reads: 10,951    Comments: 145    Likes: 56   

A/N: Well hello! This novel is now completed, so, if you fancy reading something I'm updating at the moment, please check out my new novel : War of Attrition. Or, if you really want to, you could always read both :P Anyway, thank you so much for checking this out! Much loveeee, Maddie xoxo

Mistakes are an inescapable part of human life; it's true, we make them right from the moment we're born. Not every mistake is foolish, of course: there are thousands of different types of mistakes, every one of them with different consequences. Some of them have no impact on your life; others change it forever, haunting you for the rest of your days.

They can come from anywhere; anyone can make them. Even the most trustworthy people can do something that's so awful that it changes your view of them permanently. Sometimes their mistakes can be forgiven. Sometimes they can't. Sometimes even the most beautiful baby blue eyes can't convince you to change your mind, sometimes you just have to live on in the knowledge that that person wasn't who you thought they were. Sometimes, those mistakes can't be forgiven, and therefore, they can't be forgotten either.

I guess it's inevitable that everyone makes mistakes. But it's not inevitable that they must be forgiven.


It hadn't been a promising start to the day, being a Monday morning, and, even worse than that, a grey, drizzly Monday morning, when even the skies seem to lament the passing of the weekend and the prospect of the long week ahead. But, it had provided inspiration, and so, as I look out of the window, I smile at the rain heavy clouds as if they're close friends.

I tap my foot against the floor, glancing impatiently at the clock. He should be here by now. Knowing him, he's probably still in the Chemistry lab, cleaning up his test tubes with the sort of precision that makes me wonder if he has OCD. Stifling a yawn, I glance around the room, all the students milling about providing a good opportunity for some people watching. Although it seems a tad voyeuristic, I always like people watching. There's something rather fun about seeing all the various types of people, their different appearances making a little melee of colour.

Someone puts their hands over my eyes, putting an end to my people watching, and I twist in my chair, laughing as I realise with relief that he's finally arrived.

Pulling his hands away from my eyes, he rolls his own at me and sits down. 'So, I got your text consisting of mainly capital letters and exclamation marks,' he says, sarcastically, crossing his arms, blinking his dark eyes.

'Don't mock me,' I warn him, reaching over to ruffle his hair. He immediately reaches up to straighten it back into place, still looking unimpressed. 'I've had the best idea in the entire universe!'

'Oh god, Zoey, what now?' Matt asks desperately. 'I'm not sure my nerves can cope with any more of your 'brilliant' ideas.'

'Don't be a spoil sport,' I reply. 'I met Jamie and Eddie at break, and we got to reminiscing-'

Matt groans. 'It gets worse!'

'Let me finish!' I protest. 'And we thought, why don't we reform?'

'Reform?!' Matt's jaw drops. 'Reform?!'

'Yes, reform.' I cross my arms, leaning back to wait for his reaction. 'Reform The Something Somethings.'

'But… but Zo, you've always said you were never working with Levi again! Where did this change of mind come from?'

'Matt, my life is boring. I eat, I sleep, I do school work- I don't have a hobby anymore!'

'But… Levi?'

'We don't necessarily need him,' I say, smirking smugly as I watch his reaction.

'We don't… need him?!' Matt splutters.

'No,' I repeat, firmly. 'We don't need him at all.'

I can see why he's shocked. Ten months ago, the indie band I was in, The Something Somethings, was going pretty strong. I was the lead singer, playing my guitar, while there was the rather serious Matt on piano, the energetic drummer, Eddie, and Jamie, who played the bass. And then, of course, there was Levi.

Levi played lead guitar, and sang back up vocals. Together, Levi and I wrote the songs, practised for hours together perfecting the harmonies… and fell for each other.

I think I fell quite fast. He was renowned for being one of the hottest guys in the school, his baby blue eyes forever breaking hearts, but the fact that he played guitar, sang and wrote songs meant that I had always been in a dangerous place when it came to him.

So, when he asked me out, I could barely contain my shock. Me, the girl who had never really had any close friends, who'd just mooched around with her guitar until being snapped up by Levi and his friends, who wanted to form a band, going out with this extremely attractive and very popular guy?

Of course I wasn't going to say no.

So we dated. It lasted three months exactly, and they were three months full of bickering and song writing and passionate kisses. When we got on, we got on like a house on fire; he made me laugh with his witty nature, and took care of me properly, but when we had an argument it went wildly out of hand.

The one argument we had which went majorly wrong was the one which finished us. Stupid, perhaps, but it happened, and now, Levi and I hate each other. He certainly made it clear how he felt, and I was too angry with him to care. The band broke up shortly after we did, we couldn't keep it going with the two of us not speaking to each other.

But now all that is going to change, I've decided. We don't need Levi! Sure, we need a lead guitarist, but there must be hundreds lurking around. It's just a case of finding them.

I relay this to Matt. 'You finally finished?' he asks, when I pause for breath. I nod, and he gives me a funny look, his eyebrows raising over the frame of his oversized glasses.

'Zo, that's a crap idea.' Never one to mince words, I was prepared for this sort of response from him.

'Why not?' I demand, my enthusiasm not dented at all. 'We don't need Le- well, him.' It's probably foolish of me to still not like saying Levi's name, but it just brings back too many bad memories.

'Because,' Matt continues, 'We need a guitarist who can sing.' He looks at me defiantly. 'And I don't think there's many of them.'

'We can audition them,' I tell him. 'It wouldn't be too hard, would it?'

Matt looks sceptical, running one hand through his brown hair. 'I'm not sure, Zo,' he says.

'Look,' I tell him, 'this is a great way to solve all the problems. I'm not going to work with that boy, so why can't we just find a replacement?'

'You're still pissed off about the Incident?' Matt asks, his expression softening a little. The Incident which happened ten months ago is still a touchy subject for me.

'Yes,' I say, shortly. 'So we're going to audition new members?'

Matt scrunches up his nose. 'Well…' I look at him expectantly, widening my eyes to try and look beseeching. 'Well, there's no harm in trying,' he suddenly bursts out with. 'I mean, I miss The Something Somethings a lot.'

I nod. 'Yeah. I just wish all that shebang with Le-' Matt gives me a look, as if daring me to say his name. 'With Levi had never happened.' There. I said it. I said it far too fast, but I'm sure no one will have noticed.

Matt's expression begs to differ. 'It would be good if Levi was up for reforming the band too, though,' he tells me, slyly.

I roll my eyes. 'He wasn't the make or break it: he's replaceable, isn't he? We'll just find someone even better than him.'

'If you're sure,' Matt says, sounding unconvinced. But what's new about that? Matt's never been enthusiastic in his life.

My good mood lasts for the rest of the day; it isn't even dented by the sight of Levi and his girlfriend walking along hand in hand past me, laughing loudly about something.

Levi didn't wait very long before getting over me. He's had about three girlfriends since me, and this current one, Imogen, has lasted quite a while, probably about five months. Not that I've been paying attention or anything. But that is longer than we lasted.

When the bell rings for the end of school, I walk out of the gates speedily, making sure I can get to work on time. On Mondays and Fridays after school, I cover work at the book shop my parents own, working there from 3 until half five. That way, my mum can collect my younger sister from school, and be there at home with her, while my dad works out the accounts from his office upstairs.

I love the book shop. As I go through the door, a little bell tinkles, and my mum hurries out, kissing me on the cheek and telling me she'll see me later, hurriedly tying her crazily curly hair into a bun.

Then the door is shut, and I'm all alone. I take a while to get to the counter, dawdling up the rows of books. They smell delicious- the fresh, comforting smell of new paper. We're the biggest book shop in this town, and we usually have a lot of people in here. Not so much on my after school shifts, but on the Saturdays which I work, we have an almost never ending stream of people browsing the books upstairs and downstairs.

I pop upstairs quickly to make sure that all of the bean bags and comfy seats are straightened up in place, not blocking any of the books from sight, and then go back downstairs to settle into my usual spot.

We're lucky as a book shop. Now that you can buy books from the internet so easily, we'd expected to lose customers very quickly. But we were wrong. People tell us that there's something about our shop, the warm, friendly atmosphere and the vintage feel. I always smile proudly at that, because I worked hard to create a gorgeous window display with bits and bobs I found in a charity shop, but the books as the centre piece.

However, we do sell on internet sites too. That's part of my job, packaging up the orders my mum hasn't managed to do. I find it quite fun, adding in our little handwritten messages saying 'thank you' for buying the book, and taping it up safely.

When all the orders are packaged, I turn my attention to a large pile of books which my mum hasn't quite got around to adding to the system, and then on to the shelves.

Using the scanner, I enter the ISBN number of the first book into the computer, and add it to the database. It needs to be put in the romance section, I note, and stick a little sticky note onto the front to remind myself of that.

When the entire selection of books is done, I pick up an armful, and head to the corresponding section to slot them in. I love working here, as strange as some people might find that. The fact that I'm getting paid a decent salary just makes it even better.

Over the course of my shift, we get a few customers in, but not too many. I clean the shop up, giving it a good hoover, then shut it for the day, turning the sign so that it says 'closed.'

The sky is darkening as I walk along the road to our house. It isn't far from the book shop, about a ten minute walk, and as I stroll along, I find my mind returning to my idea. I would love to start up the band again, to write more songs, enjoy that moment of joy when we finally work out how to word an annoying lyric that won't quite fit, that moment when we harmonise perfectly.

The only thing is, that we is something I can't do alone. There must be loads of Levi's around, though, I reassure myself. I'll just find an upcoming star.

As I reach home, unlocking the front door, I'm hit by a small human cannonball, which shrieks 'Zoey!' and flings it's arms around me.

My little sister, Orla. I disentangle myself from her so I can get through the door, listening to her adorable babble about her day at school. She's five, and started school a while ago, but the novelty hasn't worn off for her. She loves her teacher, she loves the playground, she loves snack time, she loves the walk to school- she loves everything about it.

'Zoey, Zoey, today I got a sticker,' she tells me, proudly pointing it out on her chest. 'I got it for being the best at sitting down quietly.'

'That's very good!' I tell her, crouching down to have a proper look at the sticker. It's bright yellow with an even brighter blue dinosaur on it. I wish we still got stickers like that at school- it would make things so much more fun. When I relay this to Orla, she looks shocked.

'You don't get stickers?!' she repeats, in disbelief.

I shake my head.

Orla looks gravely serious, and then looks at her sticker. 'You can have mine,' she says, somewhat reluctantly, reaching to unpeel it, but I stop her.

'Oh no, Orla, you've got to keep that one,' I say. 'It's for sitting down, remember? We don't do sitting down anymore, so I can't have it.'

Satisfied, Orla tugs me by the hand into the kitchen, where my dad is cooking dinner.

'Hello,' he says, turning from the pan of whatever he's cooking with a smile. 'How was the shop?'

'Uh, we sold one book,' I tell him. 'But I packaged up all the internet orders, and scanned all the books under the desk, so that's all done.'

'Oh good,' my dad says, stirring his great wok of what looks like stir fried vegetables. 'We've got a huge order in tomorrow, so that's really handy that you've done that, thanks.'

'No problem,' I say, with a smile. 'I'm afraid there were a few things I didn't get to do, as always.'

'Ah well, there is only one of you,' he replies, starting to serve out dinner. 'I'm not expecting miracles.'

My dad has always cooked us dinner, ever since I can remember. My mum tells me that that's one of the things that attracted her to him- he always cooked her beautiful meals, and the fact that he had recently inherited a book shop from his retired father had also enticed her… along with his dashing looks.

They actually first met in the book shop, all those years ago. My dad thought she was gorgeous, and picked up a huge pile of books to impress her with how much he could carry… and then accidentally dropped them all in front of her. She knelt down to pick them up, looked up into his eyes, and that, she said, was that.

I always thought that was rather a romantical place to meet your true love. Book shops just always have the romantic, dreamy sort of feel for me, where you see other book worms scurrying between the shelves.

I've been in the book shop ever since I was very young. My first memory is of my dad lifting me up onto his shoulders so I could reach up to the top shelf of the books downstairs and put a book in place. It's only very recently that I've started working there; well, ten months ago. But I can't imagine working anywhere else; I love my job.

As I lie in bed that night, I find my thoughts wandering. What if Levi wanted to come back? Well, I don't want him to come back. I won't let him come back. I made my position very clear ten months ago. I didn't want to speak to him ever, ever again. Yes, I made that very clear, all too clear.

So we'll find a replacement! I start thinking about when we can hold auditions, and fall asleep with dates floating round my head like one of the many mobiles in Orla's room. I can't wait to start being a band again, and so I can't wait for the next day to arrive.


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