The Little Moments

A/N: As I've said, the last chapter was really the Prologue, but, for understanding purposes, I labeled in Chapter One in the chapter itself as well so that people wouldn't be confused by my updates & stuff. =) This is really, in my opinion, Chapter One because it's where the characters are, for the most part, introduced & given characteristics and stuff. Hahaha please enjoy!!!! Meet you at the bottom!

Chapter Two

Willow

Age 18

My face flushed and I felt a delicious thrill go down my spine, a chill of excitement and pure nerves bundled together, as I stepped onto stage. I was momentarily blind; stunned by the change from the dark backstage to here, but it was all a part of the show to be blinded. I had gotten used to it over the years.

The scene was perfect, just like our director, Nina Pate, promised it would be. The backdrop, the props, everything was just set right for the last scene of our show. My best friend, Heath, was set up in the center of the stage, sitting on a green-wood bench. He was perfect for the part of Andre, the main male role in Forgotten. He looked the part. His curly blond hair curled around his high cheekbones and noble face, his sea-blue eyes were darkened with fear and his skin was tanned and honey-colored. To say the least, Heath was handsome, but he was also the best actor I have ever seen.

“Andre, I’m here.” I stated simple, calmly, in my most reasonable, patient voice, melting back into character after examining everything. I was standing a few feet away from Heath. The audience could obviously see the change in my character from the beginning of this wonderful play just by my voice in the ending scene. I faded into character.

I was no longer Willow Cross, a feeble woman who was weak because of her own loses, no. I was Kylee Johansson, a woman who had come to realize her own worth after her “steadfast lover” left her behind with the words that he was too good for her, now that he was a billionaire because of some stupid invention. While my appearance didn’t change, the way I held myself did. I had the same tightly curled dark red hair that fell to my waist around my pale, high-cheek-boned face with plump, pink lips and dark emerald eyes that stood tall and, astoundingly, free. I didn’t walk with the same artistic grace that Willow Cross had walked with. I walked with a grace of someone who was nervous, but undeniably strong and wild. I walked like Kylee would’ve, had she been personified.

Of course, I didn’t, I couldn’t, walk like this in the beginning of the play. I had been so very weak back then to bend to Andre’s will. In all truth, I was defined by his ever changing desires and dreams. I wasn’t anyone when he left me. But I changed. I grew stronger, I learned my own worth and I didn’t want him back. Actually, in all truth, I did kind of want him back. It just wasn’t enough anymore because I didn’t want him back because of who he was. I just wanted him back because he was what I used to be.

Andre looked up from his pitiful little spot on the bench. His eyes were so lost.

It almost pained me to see him like this; the key word being almost. After all, this was his entire fault that I wasn’t his little toy anymore. He could’ve prevented it by not leaving me.

“I’m glad you came.” He said and his voice was different from the usual commanding tone that he possessed when referring to me. “Danny said you probably wouldn’t.” I shrugged.

“I wasn’t going to at first.” I wasn’t ashamed of it either. I had every right to not show up. “But Felicia and I agreed that I should tie up my loose ends before, you know, going to college and all. She said I should hear you out and then make my decision.” As Kylee, I knew this was my right, but if I had still been Willow and I hadn’t felt as if this were real- if I had been aware of being onstage- I would’ve felt terribly nervous saying these words to a man my character had once loved. Yet, I was aware, even as Kylee, that my honest words hurt Andre/Heath.

“I guess I deserved that.” He whispered thoughtfully to himself before referring to me. “Are you going to listen to Felicia?”

“It depends on how good you are at convincing me, Andre.” I grinned and laughed. “But probably not. You can try. To woo me, I mean. It just probably won’t work.” He sighed, a broken sigh. I don’t want to hurt him! But I was and, even though he had hurt me so, hurting him was painful to me. No matter what, I would always love him somewhere in my heart. I would love my memories of him.

“I love you; that’s all I can say to try and win you back. I don’t deserve you, I realize that now. . . but. . .” he ran a hand through his hair, one of his most famous nervous quirks.

“There are no buts about it, Andre. You didn’t deserve me ever because you didn’t realize what you had. You didn’t treat me like I was an equal, like you loved me, like you wanted to be with me.” I snapped, interrupting him. “I deserve better than that, I know that now.” Andre bit his lower lip.

“Well, I’m sorry. I miss you. I really miss you and I love you and I don’t deserve you.” He said. I looked away from him.

“Then I can’t forgive you. You not only left me behind, but you called me worthless! You said you deserved better than me, that I wasn’t pretty, that I couldn’t ever fit your lifestyle! What the hell is that even supposed to mean, Andre? What is it supposed to mean?” I growled, trying to stay calm. Tears lit my eyes. “What is your lifestyle? Is it to date girls, make them fall in love with you and then to leave them once something good happens to you?”

“I didn’t love you!” he blurted. “I didn’t love you then!”

“Well, I don’t love you now so there’s no chance of us anymore. I’m sorry.” I sighed. “I’ve grown past you, I’ve learned from my mistakes and I don’t love you anymore.” I looked him straight in the eyes as I said this.

“Is there someone else?” he asked after a few moments of stunned silence.

Heath wrapped his arm around my shoulders after the final bows, grinning and going on and on about how amazing this play was, about how loud the audience cheered and how we were going to do great when we went to college. I swear to god, he sounded like a happy little kid whose dad just bought him a new video game. That’s how acting’s always been for the two of us so it’s a good thing we were both really good at it.

“I think that was our best play yet, Wills!” he chattered happily. Well, he did the male equivalent of chattering. “Nina said we have a great future ahead of us and she’s the best play-director around! Think about it, Wills, just think about it!” I laughed and prodded his side with my fingertip.

“You’re such a spaz, Heath.” I teased. He shrugged.

“Someone’s gotta be in our relationship, honey dearest!” He grinned and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek. He was a weirdo, but he was my best friend because of it. Plus, we were both running high because of the show. Lena always said we got “Acting-High” because we’d always be so giggly and good-natured after a show.

“I found them!” I heard a girl screech and I looked away from Heath to the end of our school’s hallway. It was a girl with curly blond hair put up in a ponytail and huge (and I mean huge!) blue eyes. In other words, it was Miami Gray- a girl from our school’s newspaper. She was probably getting some story for the “Summer Updates” on the school’s website. She rushed towards us in a totally skipping fashion.

“Does she scare you too?” Heath whispered in my ear. I stifled a laugh.

“I’m terrified.” I admitted just as silently as she got closer. Her calmer half, Derrick Hunter, was walking towards us with an apologetic smile on his face. He was the photographer for the paper and her boyfriend. He had deep tanned skin, dark, messy brown hair and was tall and skinny. Derrick wrapped an arm around Miami.

“Miami, don’t scare them.” He kissed her cheek lovingly. I smiled at them, they had always been cute. Miami was a year younger than us, but Derrick was our age so we saw a lot of the two of them at parties and stuff. “She loved your play; she was scribbling notes like crazy! But then again, you know Miami.” She pushed his shoulder and blushed.

“Whatever, D.” she giggled and then directed her gaze to us. “I just wanted to say you guys were great and the story on the play will be up, let’s see, um, tomorrow at 3:30pm. I’d love to see your comments!” And with that, the ever hurrying Miami, turned and walked away without Derrick. He raced away behind her.

“Bye!” he called, waving as he run. Heath and I burst out laughing. They are soooo amusing, yet soooo cute, to watch! We started to walk again- Heath shaking his head- when we them.

“C’mon honey, we gotta at least go say congrats and good job and whatnot before going out tonight!” I heard the voice of my sister coming towards us. “It’ll take like five minutes.”

“I don’t see why we even had to come in the first place. The play was dumb and your sister is old enough to drive herself home.” A deep, dark voice replied. My eyes narrowed. “She is driving herself home in fact! We spent like 2 hours watching a stupid play for nothing.”

“I liked the play.” Lena replied quietly. That’s when they came into sight: Lena and her asshole of a boyfriend.

Nate.

A/N:

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THIS CHAPTER'S QUESTION:

What would you do if one of your siblings had a boyfriend/girlfriend that acted like Nate with what you know about Nate so far?