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Loving What I Never Wanted (LWINW)

Novel By: Sidmonster
Romance


New story I'm trying out. A little more mainstream, but whatever.

Dess McAlister had your typical, average life. Until karaoke night at the small cafe she works at. Her singing stuns herself, and the audience. Drummer of the local boy band, River Simons, is determined to have her join the band, but Dess refuses. She doesn't want to get caught up in drama.

It all changes when Dess's brothers girlfriend insists that she at least audition for her little brothers band. And guess who her brother turns out to be. You guessed it. River Simons. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 31, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I like it like that, hey, windows down

Chillin' with the radio on,

I like it like that, damn, suns so hot,

Make the girls take it all off

I leapt off the bed, brush in my hand and turned up the radio. I skipped over to my mirror and tried to start brushing my hair. 'Tried' being the key word here. I was rocking out, flipping my hair around and doing a little dance. Laughter filled the room and I whipped around, glaring in the direction of the doorway.

My brother, Sam, stood there laughing at me. Sam's twenty-four, and is visiting for a few weeks before he goes skiing in the alps or backpacking across Europe or something. My brother is very... Flighty, you could say. We never really know where he is or where he's going, or even who he's with. Sam has jet black, spiked hair, and, well, let's just say that all this skiing and backpacking has made him very fit. He's had four girlfriends since he's come back. He's only been here for a week.

"Having fun there?" Sam asked, still chuckling. I stuck my tongue out at him

" Shut up." You can just tell how amazing I am at comebacks. "Where's Josie." Josie is his current girlfriend.

"I dumped her, she was to smiley. That's why I came up here." He said. Well I thought Josie was his current girlfriend, although it has been over twenty four hours, I should have seen it coming. " I wanted you to come meet my new girlfriend, Melissa."

I just sighed and shrugged.

"Why not? I'll be down in a bit, I just have to get dressed." I was still in my PJ's. Sam wrinkled his nose.

"I was hoping you would say that." He teased. I let out an exaggerated gasp, and pushed his laughing body out of the doorway.

~*~

Half an hour later, I made my way down the stairs. In the end, I just threw on a random t-shirt, and skinny jeans. The first few times Sam brought a girlfriend here, I remember my family making a huge deal out of things. A gourmet dinner, our best clothes, we went all out. Then we realised his girlfriends didn't last anyway, so why make a huge deal? Now we just throw on regular clothes and order take out. Or in this case, pour a bowl of Cheerios.

Before I even reached the bottom of the chairs, Sam ran up to me, a bleached blonde girl in tow. That's another thing about his girlfriends, they all look like freakin models.

"Dess, meet Melissa." Sam introduced. I already knew I wouldn't like Melissa. She had that way of looking at you, like you were just gum on the bottom of her shoe.

"What did you do to your hair?" Melissa asked, wrinkling her nose. That would be the first thing she says to me. I sigh.

"I died it." I respond curtly.

"But why all those colours?" My hair has streaks of black, blonde, red, and, brown. In tons of different shades, layered together. My hair is my pride and joy.

I just sigh and brush past Melissa. Sam is still standing there, grinning. I love my brother, but he can be so clueless and immature sometimes. I walk into the dinning room and almost laugh. Just as I guessed, my parents are still in their PJ's and eating Cheerios.

" Morning sweetie. What's your plan for the day?" My dad asks, looking up from whatever magazine he's reading. Probably National Geographic or something. My parents are both scientists.

"I have to get to work in..." I say, checking my watch. " Oh damn, fifteen minutes!"

I sprint back up the stairs, ignoring Sam and Melissa making out at the top. I grab my apron off the bed and quickly grab my phone and text my best friend, Sonya London. Hey! Can u give me a ride 2 work?

B there in 5. I sigh. Thank god for friends who can drive.

~*~

I work at a small cafe, called Polly's cafe. It is kind of on the outskirts of town, but it is still fairly popular. Probably because we make the best cinnamon buns. I'm not kidding. They are to die for. Some of the waitresses tried to get the recipe from the Chef, River, to give it to them. When he refused, they tried to take it by force. He just laughed.

"Go ahead and try!" He mocke. "But its all up here." He pointed to his head.

When I say chef, I'm sure your thinking of a middle aged Italian. River is actually the same age as me, seventeen. And, as far as I know, he's not Italian. At school, you would think he is a jock. He hangs out with 'those' people. You know who I mean. Blonde. Rich. Drop dead gorgeous. Like clones of my brother and his girlfriends. And River lives up to the image. Tall, dirty blonde hair, fit like you wouldn't believe, and, well, hot.

After school he is a completely different person. He is still a jerk, but he is more down to earth and normal. None of his posse know he works here. He would die of shame. He literally swore all of us to secrecy. Sissy. Oh, and did I mention he has a band? Yes, to top it off, he is the drummer of a band.

"Sorry I'm late!" I say, hurtling into the cafe. I stopped and looked around. No one was here. "Hello?"

"Your early, actually." River called from the kitchen. "If work started at seven, then you'd be late."

"What?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. "My watch says its eight-ten."

"Well, your watch is wrong. It's seven-ten."

Well. I guess I'm stuck with him for an hour. He looked about as enthused as me.

~*~

A/N:

Hey! New story I'm trying. Hopefully all will go well with it:) btw, I am still writing GOTT.

Song list: I like it like that, Hot Chelle Rae





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