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Monterey County: Dear Pacific Day (1)
Published Aug 11, 2009


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SusieSays

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Hello, everybody.
My name's Susie. Nice to meet you. (:
This is my first story. Be kind.
Tell me what you think, regardless.
Get reading --->

Hello, everybody.
My name's Susie. Nice to meet you. (:
This is my first story. Be kind.
Tell me what you think, regardless.
Get reading --->
I couldn't believe the day had finally come. Little Marlie Freeman gets her fairy tale come true. Two weeks ago, I married my prince and his white horse and chariot were whisking me away from this midwestern state. I promised myself I wouldn't get sentimental, but, to be honest, it all seemed easier in my head. I looked around my room... old yearbooks with torn out pages and hearts around previous crushes, stuffed animals pulling at the seems, the beds my dad built himself... It was going to be harder than I thought. But it was time to leave. Boden: "Hey, babe, you ready? Your family's all waiting outside. Your father and I have most of the bags packed into his truck.
Marlie: "Yeah, I'm ready..."
Boden: "Look, I know you're still nervous about this, but I promise you - you're making the right decision. You're going to love California. You're going to have loads of new friends and you haven't even seen the beach house yet.
Marlie: "I know. You're right. I think I'm ready. Let's go."
And he was right. Goodbyes are never easy, anyway.
Marlie: "Oh, I'm gonna miss you, twirp!"
Caroline: "I still can't believe you're moving to California. Lucky."
Marlie: "First thing, summer break... We'll fly you out, I promise."
Caroline: "Haha, okay. I'm gonna miss you, sis."
Marlie: "I love you."
Caroline: "Love you, too."
Marlie: "I'm going to miss you, too, Max! Who's a good boy? I think you are! I think you are!"
I turned around to see my mother in front of the car.
Leslie: "Hey, how about you leave the dog alone and come say goodbye to your mother."
I reached in to embrace my mother and I could see her face was flooded with tears. I tried best to mentally capture and save her to my memory... the smell of her perfume, her touch. She is my support system and I don't know what I'll do with her so far away and the last thing I need is to remember the last time I saw my support system, she was breaking down.
Marlie: "Mom! You promised you wouldn't do this!"
Leslie: "I know. I know. I just can't believe my baby's grown up and getting married. Call me EVERY night, okay?"
Marlie: "Okay, mom. I love you."
Leslie: "No, I love you!"
Marlie: "Bye, daddy!"
Robert: "Oh, sweetheart. I'm going to miss you. Remember, you always have a place to come back home. And you make sure he treats you right."
Marlie: "Daddy, I love Boden. We're going to be very happy."
Robert: "I know. I guess I'm just a little jealous of him. I don't want to give you away."
Marlie: "Bye, dad. I love you."
Robert: "I love you, too."
Then we were off. Those Kansas skies seemed to open up and let us fly through and, before I knew it, there weren't any more dirt roads in sight. Farmer's daughter, small town, Marlene Freeman belonged to the beachy counties of California, now. Boden urged the engine on, faster and faster and we erased 22 years in what seemed like 22 seconds. I slept most of the way. I had plenty of sleep to catch up on as I spent the last week up most nights with cold feet. Once I got a glance of our home, however, my feet couldn't have been warmer. The house was gorgeous. I stepped out of my daddy's 1999 Ford and my flip-flops crunched once they hit the sand, joining the shoreline chorus, pairing the symphonic waves. I belonged here. Boden: "So, how does it feel to be one of California's elite?"
Marlie: "Haha. Yeah right, silly. But the house is gorgeous! I love it!"
Boden: "I knew you would. Let me show you around."
I followed Boden onto the sandy porch, stopping at the top step. I took a deep breathe, inhaling the smell of the salty water. This was home.
Boden flung me around the house, changing rooms so quickly I barely had time to enjoy them. Finally, we made a 360 back to the kitchen.
Boden: "And we're back to the kitchen."
Marlie: "Good, 'cause I'm starved!"
Boden: "Eh...one, slight problem.. as a young bachelor, I didn't do too much cooking. These cabinets are pretty much empty. I'll tell you what - I'm going to head up to the corner store down the street. I'll be back in five minutes."
Marlie: "Let me come with you!"
Boden: "No, you stay here. Get a chance to meet the neighbors. Clara Bennett told me she'd be coming by soon, anyway. She's a family friend. You'll love her, I promise.
Marlie: "Alright. But 5 minutes."
I didn't really know what to do with myself. I weirdly still felt like this was a dream and that the house wasn't mine. I of course knew we lived here now, but I didn't feel free enough to go around walking through the rooms and touching things. I'm sure that once my things are unpacked it will feel more homey. It's just so different from my old house. I felt like I had just jumped into a high-end magazine, where everything was up-to-date and never out of place. Compared to my house, where the furniture was the same furniture my grandparents used. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. I let our visitor in and we sat in the living room. As Boden had explained, her name was Clara Bennett and she brought her son, Preston. Their families apparently had known each other through the wine vineyards they own through California. Clara: "I can't believe our little Boden has finally got himself a wife! He's told me loads about you. It explains why he's been away so often. Where are you from again?" I was practically shaking while talking to her. I felt childish and inadequate compared to her. She was stunning. Her hair was perfectly tied back, her nails were done, and her outfit probably cost more than half of my towns' incomes put together. And, here I was, trying to join her world in my frumpy, cotton dress and worn out flip-flops.
Marlie: "I, uh, I'm from Kansas."
Clara: "Well, isn't that...quaint. Well, I assure you, you're going to love Monterey County. There's always something... going on."
Marlie: "I know, I will. Thanks."
Clara: "I should be off, now. I told Preston's nanny to be at the house by 6 and she doesn't like us to be late."
Marlie: "You know, Boden's going to be back any minute now, if you'd like to stay."
Clara: "Thanks, but I really need to get home. I have dinner plans tonight. And this nanny.. I tell you, what a temper. One more bad move and she's out. You can't find good help these days, can you?"
Marlie: "Heh, I guess not...no. I appreciate you coming."
Clara: "It was nothing. Give Boden my warmest regards?"
Marlie: "Of course. I'll walk you out."
That night, after Boden and I made love, we sat up talking.
Marlie: "Hey, you definitely think it was right...I mean, me coming here to California?"
Boden: "Of course. I married you, didn't I? Why would you say that?"
Marlie: "I don't know, just talking to Clara today. I felt like a poor, little girl talking to a beautiful, luxurious woman. I felt out of place."
Boden: "That's nonsense. I love you more than all the vineyards our families own and Clara, herself."
Marlie: "I know. I'm just a little homesick. That's all."
Boden: "It will take some getting used to. Just remember, I love you and I'm going to by you rside all the time. Now, let's get some sleep."
Boden blew out the candle by our bedside and I snuggled up close to him and fell asleep. Tomorrow's a new day.
"Dear Pacific Day, Won't You Take Me Away?" - Owl City
End of part one.
Well, it was more of an intro than part one, but it wouldn't fit in the title. Teehee. (:
Thanks to all who made the CC and hacks, esp. Decorgal & Adele. You guys are great.
And thanks to you guys who write stories that inspire me to write mine.
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#2MangioAug 11, 2009

\:wub\: great start. she must be so homesick...wonders how everything will turn out

#3omik79Aug 11, 2009

Very nice start! I know how it feels to be homesick - Moving away from all my family and friends - Cant wait for the next part! \:\)

#4TigerpitchergalAug 11, 2009

Oooooh you're another one of TSR's talented writers!  I really like this story so far, keep on writing.  Can't wait for the next part!  \:D

#5urm0mVIPAug 11, 2009

Great start! x

#6dancergirl7238Aug 11, 2009

good start! where did u get all your skintones? and OMG, i love owl city, there like my fave band!!!!!!

#7dancergirl7238Aug 11, 2009

oh and where did u get caroline's outfit?

#8spitzmagicAug 12, 2009

Very good, looking forward to more....\:rah\:

#9Liv de VilleSep 19, 2009

Nice start \:\) You`ve passed the hardest part (good begining is one of the most important things while writing a story \;\))
When there will be next part?
 

#10Nusha7Oct 26, 2009

awesome story! great job!\:rah\: \:rah\: \:rah\:

#11TullyDec 10, 2009

Wow, this story is really cool! I like the Characters so much, exept for Boden. I can't say why but I think he's strange and i'm suspicious if he's that good for the Girl from Kansas... (You know, I love Kansas, even if i wasn't there until now <3) Your writing is great but understandable for not-really-english-speaking Peoples. As I said, really cool!

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