The third chapter of The Life Of... Series.
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I hope you enjoy! :) So, this is my new room. I spent all night (and A LOT of money) on remodeling it. Good thing I love it; because I won't be changing it anytime soon, especially on my budget. While Natalie was at work, (she's a model!!! I would have never guessed in high school!) I decided to clean up the house a bit when the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hi... Is Natalie home?" A woman's (surprised) voice came through the phone.
"No, she's at work right now, do you want to leave a message for her?"
"Just tell her not to forget about drinks tonight."
"No problem," I smiled.
"Thank you...." she lingered on.
"It's Beth. You're welcome." Some days I wish I had that. Friends. Natalie is the only 'real' friend I've ever had. Other than my ex boyfriend. He wasn't really a friend, though since he turned out to be a complete jerk.
I don't know why people were never nice to me. Maybe they were intimidated? Or maybe they just didn't want to talk to me because I wasn't like them. I dressed different than everybody else because I didn't want to blend in. When I was 16, everybody only saw me as 'the girl who's mom had cancer.' I bet that's what it was. Nobody knew how to talk to me because of that. Natalie came home from work around 4, and she was obviously ready to go out for drinks. I didn't even need to tell her. "Hey, do you wanna go out for drinks with me and a few friends?" she asked me.
"Yeah, sure." I tried to hide my enthusiasm, but I'm pretty sure it showed. I was happy that she asked me. It was beginning to feel like old times again. When we got to the bar, I met Xenia, Adriana, Brock(Adriana's husband) and Dylan. Xenia's really talkative, Adriana is just plain gorgeous, and her husband... Well. He was checking out every girl at the bar... Including me. Dylan stood out to me. He looked lost. Sad. Alone...
I had to know his story... So I walked up to him and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Beth."
"Dylan," he smiled, "nice to meet you, Beth."
When he smiled at me it didn't feel like a real smile. It felt as if he were hiding back sadness. Like he didn't want - or shouldn't for that matter - be here. I tried to cheer him up by asking him if he wanted a drink.
"Do you want a drink?"
"That would be great, thanks." We sat down and ordered our drinks.
I studied him. He has green eyes, brown hair. He's an average build, but he looks like he might work out from time to time. He has a nice smile, even if he does fake it. He seems like a great guy, so what's got him down? "So, Beth. Where are you from? You don't look like you're from here."
"What does someone from here look like?" I asked.
"Not you," he laughed before taking a sip of his drink.
"Riverblossom Hills. It's a small town, sorta. But it's high class." "No wonder you're so pretty," he winked.
"Oh, I'm not high class. That's why I left. I hated it there. Everybody thought they were better than the person sitting next to them," I explained.
"Well it's a good thing you're here, now."
I blushed, which I think he noticed because he smiled for real this time. We talked until the sun came up. I was so tired, and ever though I didn't want to stop talking to him, I needed to get some rest.
"I should probably get some sleep. You should too, you know," I said.
"Nah, I don't sleep," he joked.
"Well, I need to get some sleep, then." I smiled at him.
"Alright. Here's my number. Call me some time. We'll talk."
"Okay. We'll talk." I finally went to sleep with a smile on my face. Something I haven't done since my mother died.
The Life Of: Bethany Sawyer - Chapter 3
Jan 27, 2012 by annarose16
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