Okay, so here is Jared and Kim – the Angst Years. Sorry, couldn't help myself!
This one is dedicated to the two people that are the reasons why this fan fiction is here
numero uno: my numero uno amigo and partner in literary crime, mellowenglishgal
numero duo: QuinnandSeth'sgirl15 - the first person to review chapter ten of 'Separation' and tell me to upload the chapter because they would read it.
So here's to the people who are on at four in the morning on the 31st December, or on their email. WE ROCK GUYS!!!!!
So, yeah, if you don't like it go after those two – I'm just obeying the bitch of a muse that pokes my brain allowing me no rest.
Happy New Year!
Okay, quick P.S. or the author notes will be longer than the chapter – the story title won't make sense until chapter twenty four, the last one I wrote before uploading this. It's just a brief reference but it will make the title make sense – I'm sorry! It's ten to five in the morning and I haven't slept at all!
It's not like any of my titles make sense anyway – but even for me this is particularly weird. I'm only doing it because now I've fallen in love with the title. It's a great song. Fucking love Aerosmith.
Kim walked into the school. Same lockers, same fluorescent lights, same shiny-floor hallway. Different place. Different town – this was called La Pull or La Push, she had not really been listening when her mom had been extolling the virtues of this latest place. Did not really matter anyway; it was not home. These places never were.
It was her senior year, and her mom had said that they would stay in this place for the entire school year. Risky but Kim really needed some security this year to keep her perfect grade point average.
A guy bumped into her shoulder from behind. "Oh, sorry," he said, barely looking at her before he was striding off down the corridor – confident, popular, aware of where he had to be that day and when.
She was invisible, non-existent and it would not matter if she was where she was supposed to be when she was supposed to be there because no one would see her anyway.
For Kim Lincoln, right now, life was good.
"Jared!" some piece of skirt waved at him as he walked up the corridor. He knocked into someone just inside the door and apologised automatically, already thinking about aforementioned cheerleader calling him.
He walked down the corridor of La Push High School. Jared Lane, seventeen, almost eighteen, young popular track star of the school, walked down the corridor to the bright, vapid young girl that had called him.
For Jared Lane, right now, life was good.
Hee hee. Ridiculously short and sweet but don't worry, they get longer.
I will hopefully be updating this one pretty regularly. Let's see, if I update one a week until I have no more chapters it will be...mid June before I have to write another one. Christ. I really should put this stories up as soon as the first chapter is done. That would be an incentive, wouldn't it?
Maybe that should be my New Year's Resolution. I never make them because I never keep them. Maybe I should make a resolution to keep my resolutions...
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so we can bask in everyone's awesome-ness. And because I like it. And because you won't get the next chapter until I have ten reviews (subsequent chapters require only five, to be amended at my discretion. I never should have given up law after A Level.)