Impossible by Arianna Joseph (classic novels for teens .TXT) 📖

CHAPTER 2

June 17 2007, London
Devy Bleu
I sat in the backroom, preparing for a promisingly long night. I could hear them cheering off my name and wished to God they would stop. Why was it that I had enjoyed writing my songs but didn’t enjoy the attention? But that was the thing; I had no clue of the attention that centered me.
Boss would say that it was normal for a young kid like me to enjoy and allow the attention. I admit that at first I enjoyed the attention (Especially the girls because well . . . A.K.A I was sixteen what did you expect from me?) but then it got so space-evading. I had no ‘me’ time anymore, where I could call my friends and hang out (Except Andre, who was so close to me, we were like brothers) or where I could call my last ex and talk with her, without having her screaming on the phone, repeating my name (That happened once) and begged me to go back out with her.
“Dev, we’re ready” Jonathan, my drummer nodded to me. One of my other buddies. I drank a long glass of water and stood silent for a moment and then went outside to greet my prison.
. . .
After the concert I had went backstage to meet the people (Girls) who paid for this ‘privilege’ as Boss put it.
The Tabloids would love that.
After I met all the girls and took pictures with them I collapsed in my dressing room and felt that a good nap would make me so happy right now.
And then she came in my mind again. The girl from that Middle School I had preformed at. She was so different. Angelica. She said I wouldn’t remember, wouldn’t I love to see her face when I saw her.
But of course that couldn’t happen.
Because I was Devy Bleu. Too popular for any girl, especially a Middle School Senior, she had most likely been . . . what? Thirteen? She didn’t act like it. But that was the thing, they way she acted toward me that day. I loved it.
Now you’d expect me to have hated the way she acted to me. That I should’ve made her get down on her knees and worship me like any celebrity would do to their fan (which their fan would do proudly). But I was struck at how badly I wanted to see her again.
And then it just felt weird not to go back.
“Dev, we’re headin’ down to the diner, you wanna come?” Jimmy asked; my electric guitarist.
I paused for a moment. “Yeah” I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on, lifting the hoodie. Angelica on my mind the whole night on.
June 23, 2008, Florida
Islelynn
I looked out the window of our house, and smiled when I saw Gregory. Our new neighbor. The handsome seventeen year old boy. Ever since we moved from our two-bedroom into a five-bedroom house everything was perfect. Life had never felt so right in a long time.
Yeah, I missed my friends, but here I felt I knew everyone. I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt like I belonged. Lulu, my sister, barged in and demanded my utmost attention.
“Isle” Lu grinned, “You’re not going to accomplish anything sitting on the window seat staring at Greg.”
“I know” I sighed at my sister’s impudence. “Is there something you need here, my dearest Lulu?”
“Yes, your shirt. I’m seeing Brent tonight, and we’re going out with friends.” I got up and tossed her my well-worn, but cute shirt, and sat back down.
“Michelle is here” Lulu acknowledged, I nodded.
“Send her up” I called out. Michelle was my editor. I forgot to mention that I was a writer, didn’t I? Well I am, I had written two books so far. Lonely Paradise and its sequel Forever Hopeless. Both were Best Sellers in New York Times. Even though they demanded to know who the writer was, I wished to remain anonymous.
The writer’s name was completely ignorant of mine: Mikaela Rossman.
Michelle made it up for me. When I met Michelle she had been my dream come true, and I told her. Michelle was a beautiful women with those blue eyes of hers and black hair. She was in her mid thirties. I trusted her with everything and she me.
Right now I was working on my last book to the Torment trilogy: Vanished.
“Hey” Elle’s voice sounded through the doorway. I turned and greeted her.
“Hey” I stood up to hug her and we sat by my window seat. “So how was the Ceremony?” I asked her. Her brother, Gordon, was graduating.
“It was good. Gordon was childish as always, and his fiancée basked in his love.” We both giggled. Michelle could be a teenager when she wanted to. “Anyways, how’s the book coming along?”
“It’s almost done. Lora and Brett are almost together, just one more trial.” I felt the mischief come in my eyes “But Jason comes in, and takes her away, I’m planning that in the end both Jason and Brett die fighting each other, and Brett promises Lora an eternal love . . . in another life”
“That’s beautiful, Isle” Elle smiled “I tell ya, if I had you’re gift I’d use it to the full. I’m so proud of you, and I know you’re mom is too.” I smiled at her.
“Thanks, Elle” I hugged her again.
“Now . . . tell me, please, what in the world you’re doing up here in your room when you could be with Greg?” Elle asked. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. But I just need to be alone.” I smiled “Things are just swimming in my mind . . . oh! Yes I almost forgot, while I was finishing up the last chapter of Vanished I had a vision” Elle nodded.
“I want to make another book” I said straight forward and Elle grinned.
“That’s great! What’s it about? Do you know?” I nodded.
“It’s about this girl Marie who faces a big problem. Family and friends, she has a bad life inside her family and is tempted to runaway but . . . she doesn’t want to leave her little brother in the grasps of their family, so she takes him and leaves, but she doesn’t realize truly why her family is so mad; until she finds out about the Curse.” I grinned.
“Sounds riveting, love. You have a name?” I smiled at her and she laughed. “Of course,”
“I already started on the book, three chapters already. It’s called The Curse, and yes you may tell the Tabs.” I smirked at her giddiness.
“This is perfect, if anyone ever knew they would be surprised at your age and your intelligence” she paused and gave me a reassuring glance “but of course that won’t happen. But just imagine . . . a fifteen year old writing these four hundred page books, and in less than a year, oh c’mon, Isle, this would be so new for you”
“But, dear Elle, I’ve had enough new in my life for right now, I’m fifteen, I don’t really want to be chased by the Tabs, or fans right now. Maybe when I die” I winked, and she laughed.
“Whatever you say” Elle shrugged, she walked toward the door and looked back at me, “I really am proud of you, Islelynn”
“That means a lot Elle” she nodded and walked off. A few minutes later I heard a tap at my door. “God, Lu! Didn’t I just give you my shirt-” I paused and looked at the doorway and blushed. “Oh. Sorry Greg.”
He grinned. “Its fine” he sat on my bed and went looking through my library, which I had connected to my bed. He pulled out a copy of my book – Lonely Paradise. “This was a good book” he smiled. I felt my giddiness coming back, he liked my books! My books!
“Yeah, I thought so too” I grinned at my own folly.
“The author is anonymous. I’d love to know who she is . . .” he trailed, reading a few pages. “I love this part, in Chapter 8. Lora meets Brett for the first time and they’re pulled into the portal.”
I nodded, knowing the part well, of course, because I wrote it.
“Me too. They’re friendship grows and Brett gives Lora her first kiss.” I smiled at the window, hearing him read that page.
“‘Lora looked at Brett and for the first time she saw him. Saw the way he gazed at her with such passion that she shivered. “I don’t know what it is about you, Lora” Brett said quietly. Lora looked at him.
“What do you mean?” she asked shakily, scared to admit that she felt the same about him. Brett advanced on her, matched her steps with his own, and Lora anticipated yet dreaded as he came closer to her.
“The way you act, the way you look, they way you are, it . . . entices me.” Brett grinned “And I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I do right now” Lora inhaled a breath and looked around them.
“Brett-” but she paused as she glanced at his deep blue eyes.
“I would very much like to kiss you, Lora” he said solemnly, and Lora felt very much breathless.
“Now?” she asked. He looked at her closely, coming so close to her that their foreheads touched.
“Now” he answered and brought his lips down on hers, cradling her head as she grabbed his t-shirt. The kiss was sweet, honey-sweet, and she felt lost in his kiss. She couldn’t think, but she didn’t want to, all she wanted was him right now . . . and that’s what she got.’” Greg finished.
I almost felt breathless myself, hearing his slurred words. I looked at back at the bed and almost jumped when I saw he had put the book down and was standing right next to her.
He looked at me, and then sat next to me, so close that I felt his minty breath mingle with mine.
“Isle . . . I’d very much like to kiss you.” Greg stated and for a moment, I smiled.
“Now?” I whispered. He looked at me.
“Now” his hand touched my face and I felt his cool lips on mine and sighed, letting him kiss me. When we pulled back we gazed at each other for a long time, and I felt myself blushing.
“Islelynn! Greg! C’mon down” Greg got up and he raised his hand toward me and I smiled, while taking it. We went downstairs finding my mom in the kitchen.
“Hey Greg” my mom winked at me when Greg looked away and I gave her a look, she shrugged. “Your mom called and asked for you to come home, you have family over.”
“Ok” he nodded and we headed toward the front door. He turned me around to face him “Can I see you tomorrow?” I thought through my head to figure out if I had anything planned and found