Post by rooney276 on Aug 5, 2008 8:51:23 GMT -5
Hey Everyone! I'm new to this community, but have been writing fanfictions for some time now. My JB fics are over at fanfiction.net but have been being deleted since they are "real person fics" and violate the TOS. So, i decided to move them here. Hope you enjoy! This story is complete and I will be posting the new chapters every few days (maybe sooner, i haven't decided) so let me know what you think!
Chapter 1: Welcome to Bethany
The morning sun shone brightly, as it did nearly every summers day in the small town of Bethany, North Carolina, situated at the southern end of the Outer Banks. The waves rolled in, splashes of sea green, steel gray and the white caps made the water look ethereal, like something off of a painting. She stood there, squishing her toes into the soft sand and letting the wind whip her sun-kissed brunette hair around her face.
The beach was quiet; it was private, so it would escape the swarming of vacationers like the beaches a few miles north. Only the residents of the community backing up to this stretch of beach had access, making it a quiet and peaceful place. Caelyn closed her eyes against the bright sun, taking in the salty air in a deep, relaxing breath. Some splashing and playful yells were carried her way on the ocean wind, breaking her peace for a moment. Glancing over, Caelyn saw a few yards down from her a group of boys, splashing and riding the waves on their boogie boards. She gave a small smile. There weren’t usually kids her age in this upscale neighborhood; at least not ones that were hooting and hollering at this point in the morning. Seabrook was the most expensive neighborhood in Bethany, basically the Hamptons of North Carolina. Most of the kids who were ever there came down on holiday or over the summer spent most of the days either shopping in Hatteras or sleeping off the hard night of binge drinking and pot smoking. If they ever did make it down to the beach, it was just to try and make their spray tans seem somewhat natural.
They didn’t know how good they had it. They spent their summers on the beautiful, luxurious island and then, once the weather turned bad, they jumped back into their private jets and flew back off to whichever big metropolis they spawned from. They didn’t realize that the summer was the best time in Bethany, they didn’t appreciate the light winds, the warm sun, and perfect waves. Once fall came, the storms blew in, and going down to the beach was a suicide attempt. By winter, it was too cold to do anything other than shiver on the boardwalk, and spring was full of drunk college kids passing out on the dunes and wreaking havoc on the peaceful communities.
No, summer was the best. Rhett always said that they were lucky her grandparents always lived in this area. There was no way they could afford a place now. Caelyn’s grandparents had bought their house in the sixties, and then bought their daughter, Brianna, one when she got married to Rhett Oliver. Now, Caelyn got to live all four seasons in this wonderful place.
She slipped her flip flops off her sand covered feet and threw them up the beach, away from the foaming waves. As she moved forward, she ignored as the cold water slapped against her legs and wet the bottom of her Bermuda shorts. Standing knee deep in the swirling water, she shut her eyes and just let the sounds of nature over come her. The sounds of the boys were drowned out by the crashing waves and the crying gulls as they flew over head, searching for scraps of food. She could sense the water pulling out to see, readying itself for another wave. Then suddenly –
“Woah! Watch out!”
Caelyn’s eye’s shot open just in time to see a dark head riding the foam toward her and then slam into her legs. Knocked off balance and feeling a sharp stinging on her left calf, she fell into the surf with a splash.
“Oh, shit, I am so sorry!” The boys sputtered, pulling himself out of the water and lifting up his orange boogie board. “I’m really bad at steering these things.” He offered his hand to help her up, which she accepted gratefully.
“It’s not a problem,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “I know boogie boarding can be rough.”
The boy smiled, his brown eyed sparking from underneath his dark, wet hair. He glanced down suddenly frowned. “Oh, Jeez, you’re bleeding.”
Caelyn glanced down at her calf, which was now, covered in a brush burn and dripping slowly with watery blood. She winced slightly as a bit of salt water entered the wound, and the boy, noticing her face, moaned in guilt.
“Come on,” he said, taking her arm. “My house is right there, we’ll get you cleaned up.” Before she could protest, he was pulling her up the beach toward a teal green, three story house, which toward over the beach.
“This really isn’t necessary,” she said, trying to laugh the whole situation off. He ignored her, his guilt overcoming his embarrassment. He pulled open the white fence gate, which opened up upon an ivory patio, which surrounded a kidney shaped pool. Chairs and loungers scattered the pool deck, as well as a grill and numerous toys and inflatables.
“My mom will get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her toward the house, but was jerked back when she stopped abruptly. “What?”
“I don’t want to get blood on the floor,” Caelyn said, motion toward the few droplets still rolling down her leg. “How ‘bout I just wait down here?” She wasn’t eager to go inside.
“Okay,” he replied, continuing on. “I’ll be right back.”
He jogged inside and she watched through the triple story window that opened on the stairs as he went up two at a time to the second floor kitchen. Caelyn felt slightly guilty. She wasn’t even in that much pain, and he seemed genuinely concerned. Sitting awkwardly on her own, she glanced around the lanai. It was obvious they were summer visitors, but whether they owned the monstrous house or merely rented, she couldn’t tell.
“How’s the leg?” Her head shot up at the sound of the new voice. Standing above her, were three boys, all easily distinguishable as the rogue boogie boarder’s brothers.
Giving a smile, she shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve had worse.”
“Glad to hear it,” the tallest replied with a smile. “We’d have to deal with his guilty conscience if he had really hurt you.” They moved by her and headed into the house, passing their brother on the way.
Caelyn watched as he moved toward her, apologetic smile on his handsome face. Handsome? Where did that come from? She finally had a moment to admire him, and wow, was he amazing. She shook her head, quickly trying to clear her mind from the images of his crooked smile, amazing eyes, and toned body. It didn’t help that he stopped right in front of her, his muscular stomach right at eye level.
“What?” Caelyn said, jerking to attention as she realized he had said something. He smiled a cocky grin, as if he knew she was rendered momentarily speechless by him.
“I asked if they were nice to you, not beating up on you since you got run down by a boogie boarder.”
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, scooting back on the lounge chair to make room for him. “They were very nice.”
“Here,” he said, holding out his hand, which she took and he led her over to a higher chair. Kneeling before her, he took a damp cloth and pressed it gently against her scraped leg. Caelyn didn’t even notice the small shots of pain the pressure gave her. All she could focus on was the small, salty water droplets that rolled slowly down his smooth back, his moist skin shining in the sunlight. Suddenly, there was a much sharper pain. He had pressed a little too had, and in a jerk response, she cried out and pulled knee back to her chest. With a shout, the boy went flying backwards onto the patio. Caelyn knee had connected his nose, sending him sprawling. He moaned in pain, clutching his face, as Caelyn tried to apologize, but she couldn’t get the words out, she was so mortified.
“I- oh my God, I am so-“ A weird nose came out from behind his hands. Caelyn’s heart sank even lower. He was crying. She had made this beautiful cry. “I’m so sorry! I am so sorry! Are you – are you laughing...?”
Caelyn felt her heart flutter to life again as he removed his hands from his face, revealing a bloody nose, but a wide grin. Caelyn was guilt stricken at the sight of the blood, but was somewhat relieved he wasn’t crying. She couldn’t handle that.
“Now we’re even I guess,” he laughed, pushing himself back into a kneeling position.
Caelyn let out a relieved gust of air and put on a timid smile. “I guess so.”
“I guess I should probably introduce myself now, since we’ve already spilt each others blood and what not. People are going to think we hate each other.” Not possible, Caelyn thought, watching his smile. “I’m Joe,” he said, sticking out his hand.
“Caelyn.”
Joe smiled and stood up, offering his hand to her.
“So are you vacationing here this summer?” he asked as they stood on the deck. Caelyn was about to answer, but a movement behind his left ear caught her eye. One house over, on the topmost deck, a man and a woman were watching them, disapproving glints in their eyes.
“Um, I have to go,” she said quickly. “Thank you for helping me, er...after you ran me over, but I really have to go.”
“Wait, what?” Joe asked, looking at her quizzically. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just, I have to go. I’m supposed to be at work soon.” Caelyn quickly moved toward the back gate and slipped through it. “Thank you again, and it was great to meet you.” She ran down to the beach to get her flip flops and then began moving down the beach a run.
“Well, where to you work?” Joe called from his gate, watching in disappointment as she moved away from him.
Caelyn hesitated for a second, looking back at him, struggling with her conscience. “I’m sorry,” she called again, her voice betraying the despair inside her. Then, she turned and continued to run down the beach, before the boardwalk started and she ran up that and out of Joe’s sight.
So? Leave me comments! I'll try and start posting my Kevin Fic as well, so check out that too! xo
Chapter 1: Welcome to Bethany
The morning sun shone brightly, as it did nearly every summers day in the small town of Bethany, North Carolina, situated at the southern end of the Outer Banks. The waves rolled in, splashes of sea green, steel gray and the white caps made the water look ethereal, like something off of a painting. She stood there, squishing her toes into the soft sand and letting the wind whip her sun-kissed brunette hair around her face.
The beach was quiet; it was private, so it would escape the swarming of vacationers like the beaches a few miles north. Only the residents of the community backing up to this stretch of beach had access, making it a quiet and peaceful place. Caelyn closed her eyes against the bright sun, taking in the salty air in a deep, relaxing breath. Some splashing and playful yells were carried her way on the ocean wind, breaking her peace for a moment. Glancing over, Caelyn saw a few yards down from her a group of boys, splashing and riding the waves on their boogie boards. She gave a small smile. There weren’t usually kids her age in this upscale neighborhood; at least not ones that were hooting and hollering at this point in the morning. Seabrook was the most expensive neighborhood in Bethany, basically the Hamptons of North Carolina. Most of the kids who were ever there came down on holiday or over the summer spent most of the days either shopping in Hatteras or sleeping off the hard night of binge drinking and pot smoking. If they ever did make it down to the beach, it was just to try and make their spray tans seem somewhat natural.
They didn’t know how good they had it. They spent their summers on the beautiful, luxurious island and then, once the weather turned bad, they jumped back into their private jets and flew back off to whichever big metropolis they spawned from. They didn’t realize that the summer was the best time in Bethany, they didn’t appreciate the light winds, the warm sun, and perfect waves. Once fall came, the storms blew in, and going down to the beach was a suicide attempt. By winter, it was too cold to do anything other than shiver on the boardwalk, and spring was full of drunk college kids passing out on the dunes and wreaking havoc on the peaceful communities.
No, summer was the best. Rhett always said that they were lucky her grandparents always lived in this area. There was no way they could afford a place now. Caelyn’s grandparents had bought their house in the sixties, and then bought their daughter, Brianna, one when she got married to Rhett Oliver. Now, Caelyn got to live all four seasons in this wonderful place.
She slipped her flip flops off her sand covered feet and threw them up the beach, away from the foaming waves. As she moved forward, she ignored as the cold water slapped against her legs and wet the bottom of her Bermuda shorts. Standing knee deep in the swirling water, she shut her eyes and just let the sounds of nature over come her. The sounds of the boys were drowned out by the crashing waves and the crying gulls as they flew over head, searching for scraps of food. She could sense the water pulling out to see, readying itself for another wave. Then suddenly –
“Woah! Watch out!”
Caelyn’s eye’s shot open just in time to see a dark head riding the foam toward her and then slam into her legs. Knocked off balance and feeling a sharp stinging on her left calf, she fell into the surf with a splash.
“Oh, shit, I am so sorry!” The boys sputtered, pulling himself out of the water and lifting up his orange boogie board. “I’m really bad at steering these things.” He offered his hand to help her up, which she accepted gratefully.
“It’s not a problem,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “I know boogie boarding can be rough.”
The boy smiled, his brown eyed sparking from underneath his dark, wet hair. He glanced down suddenly frowned. “Oh, Jeez, you’re bleeding.”
Caelyn glanced down at her calf, which was now, covered in a brush burn and dripping slowly with watery blood. She winced slightly as a bit of salt water entered the wound, and the boy, noticing her face, moaned in guilt.
“Come on,” he said, taking her arm. “My house is right there, we’ll get you cleaned up.” Before she could protest, he was pulling her up the beach toward a teal green, three story house, which toward over the beach.
“This really isn’t necessary,” she said, trying to laugh the whole situation off. He ignored her, his guilt overcoming his embarrassment. He pulled open the white fence gate, which opened up upon an ivory patio, which surrounded a kidney shaped pool. Chairs and loungers scattered the pool deck, as well as a grill and numerous toys and inflatables.
“My mom will get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her toward the house, but was jerked back when she stopped abruptly. “What?”
“I don’t want to get blood on the floor,” Caelyn said, motion toward the few droplets still rolling down her leg. “How ‘bout I just wait down here?” She wasn’t eager to go inside.
“Okay,” he replied, continuing on. “I’ll be right back.”
He jogged inside and she watched through the triple story window that opened on the stairs as he went up two at a time to the second floor kitchen. Caelyn felt slightly guilty. She wasn’t even in that much pain, and he seemed genuinely concerned. Sitting awkwardly on her own, she glanced around the lanai. It was obvious they were summer visitors, but whether they owned the monstrous house or merely rented, she couldn’t tell.
“How’s the leg?” Her head shot up at the sound of the new voice. Standing above her, were three boys, all easily distinguishable as the rogue boogie boarder’s brothers.
Giving a smile, she shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve had worse.”
“Glad to hear it,” the tallest replied with a smile. “We’d have to deal with his guilty conscience if he had really hurt you.” They moved by her and headed into the house, passing their brother on the way.
Caelyn watched as he moved toward her, apologetic smile on his handsome face. Handsome? Where did that come from? She finally had a moment to admire him, and wow, was he amazing. She shook her head, quickly trying to clear her mind from the images of his crooked smile, amazing eyes, and toned body. It didn’t help that he stopped right in front of her, his muscular stomach right at eye level.
“What?” Caelyn said, jerking to attention as she realized he had said something. He smiled a cocky grin, as if he knew she was rendered momentarily speechless by him.
“I asked if they were nice to you, not beating up on you since you got run down by a boogie boarder.”
“Oh, no,” she said quickly, scooting back on the lounge chair to make room for him. “They were very nice.”
“Here,” he said, holding out his hand, which she took and he led her over to a higher chair. Kneeling before her, he took a damp cloth and pressed it gently against her scraped leg. Caelyn didn’t even notice the small shots of pain the pressure gave her. All she could focus on was the small, salty water droplets that rolled slowly down his smooth back, his moist skin shining in the sunlight. Suddenly, there was a much sharper pain. He had pressed a little too had, and in a jerk response, she cried out and pulled knee back to her chest. With a shout, the boy went flying backwards onto the patio. Caelyn knee had connected his nose, sending him sprawling. He moaned in pain, clutching his face, as Caelyn tried to apologize, but she couldn’t get the words out, she was so mortified.
“I- oh my God, I am so-“ A weird nose came out from behind his hands. Caelyn’s heart sank even lower. He was crying. She had made this beautiful cry. “I’m so sorry! I am so sorry! Are you – are you laughing...?”
Caelyn felt her heart flutter to life again as he removed his hands from his face, revealing a bloody nose, but a wide grin. Caelyn was guilt stricken at the sight of the blood, but was somewhat relieved he wasn’t crying. She couldn’t handle that.
“Now we’re even I guess,” he laughed, pushing himself back into a kneeling position.
Caelyn let out a relieved gust of air and put on a timid smile. “I guess so.”
“I guess I should probably introduce myself now, since we’ve already spilt each others blood and what not. People are going to think we hate each other.” Not possible, Caelyn thought, watching his smile. “I’m Joe,” he said, sticking out his hand.
“Caelyn.”
Joe smiled and stood up, offering his hand to her.
“So are you vacationing here this summer?” he asked as they stood on the deck. Caelyn was about to answer, but a movement behind his left ear caught her eye. One house over, on the topmost deck, a man and a woman were watching them, disapproving glints in their eyes.
“Um, I have to go,” she said quickly. “Thank you for helping me, er...after you ran me over, but I really have to go.”
“Wait, what?” Joe asked, looking at her quizzically. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just, I have to go. I’m supposed to be at work soon.” Caelyn quickly moved toward the back gate and slipped through it. “Thank you again, and it was great to meet you.” She ran down to the beach to get her flip flops and then began moving down the beach a run.
“Well, where to you work?” Joe called from his gate, watching in disappointment as she moved away from him.
Caelyn hesitated for a second, looking back at him, struggling with her conscience. “I’m sorry,” she called again, her voice betraying the despair inside her. Then, she turned and continued to run down the beach, before the boardwalk started and she ran up that and out of Joe’s sight.
So? Leave me comments! I'll try and start posting my Kevin Fic as well, so check out that too! xo
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