Let me begin with a disclaimer.
I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy or any of the wonderful characters. They belong to the lovely Miss E.L. James. This is just me having some fun with these captivating characters writing MY story as I see fit in a place called fan FICTION!
I am no longer a 'virgin' to writing as this is my second story. I hope you enjoy it but if you don't, please back away slowly and digress from leaving a nasty remark. I've grown a thick skin and I cannot and will not be STOPPED! Buah! Ha! Ha! Ha!
If you haven't done so already, please do check out my first story. It's called Meet At Graduation:Remember Me? You don't need to read it to follow this one but I just thought I'd put it out there!
My entire 'summary' didn't fit so I'm including it here.
Anastasia Steele's and Noah Shepherd's parents have been friends for years. Noah and Ana grow up together and become best friends. What happens when tragedy strikes this pair of teenagers? Ana turns to Noah for comfort and they fall in love. Their future has them attending Harvard as does the troublesome Christian Grey who is known for having his way with the ladies as well as having a dark side. Will Ana fall prey to his devastatingly good looks or will Ana's first love keep her safe from the darkness that is Christian Grey? This is a story of young love, a first love and the pain that goes with it. Character's ages have been changed in order for this story to work. This is an A/U and OOC story. I really liked the "Noah" character in my first story "Meet At Graduation:Remember Me" so I thought I would bring him back.
I don't feel a thing. I am completely and utterly numb. The final guest has left. Noah and I are alone and our parents have been laid to rest. We have said our final good-byes. I haven't cried, I'm not sure why. I guess I feel like I should be strong but I'm not sure for whom? Noah cried the night the officer came to the door to tell us that our parents had been killed in a car accident. Noah sobbed in my arms, I was happy that I was able to comfort him, but who will comfort me? His parents are dead, my parents are dead. I don't know what to do.
I want to go back, back to a time when we were all together and everyone was happy. My parents Ray and Carla Steele were the best parents any child could ask for, the only thing I didn't have, was a brother or sister. Mom had complications during my birth and they were lucky to have me. My dad worked for Noah's father and my mom worked part-time at a local elementary school. She worked with children who had special needs. Mom always wanted to be around children and she had a huge place in her heart for children who had challenges in life.
Noah's parents, Andrew and Stephanie Shepherd were beautiful and glamorous, they baptized me. They were my God Parents and they were ultimate power couple, though you couldn't tell unless you visited their home...mansion was more like it. My God Father Andrew made his fortune selling medical supplies. He eventually made so much money that he branched out and opened his own medical supply company. Stephanie, my God Mother was a teacher at the same elementary school were my mom worked. They became fast friends and had their babies, (babies meaning Noah and I) one month apart.
Noah and I grew up together, he's like a brother to me and I love him very much much. My earliest memory of Noah is of him calling me 'Stay.' My parents and I were going home after having dinner with the Shepherds, Noah kept saying, "Stay, Stay, Stay."
I recall my God Mother saying, "Noah, they have to go home now. They can't stay."
My mom held me in her arms as I looked down at Noah who had his arms crossed and was pouting. My mother giggled and said, "Oh my goodness," as she lowered me on the carpet next to Noah. "He's not saying 'stay'...He's saying 'Stay' for Anastasia. He's so adorable."
Mom sat me down next to Noah and he was quickly placated. He held my hand and said, "Stay." He had a huge smile on his face. I will always remember that day. Since that time Noah has always called me "Stay."
I don't think I could have gotten through this week without Noah. He cried all night after the officer left us with news that would change our lives forever. The following morning, Noah took control, he handled everything. He made the arrangements for our parents burials, it wasn't difficult as they had already made their wills so Noah just made sure that their wishes would be respected.
I wasn't much use for anything, I only did what Noah told me to do. He even purchased the clothes I would wear today. I didn't recognize Noah. He's fifteen years old but it's like he grew up over night. He was like the adult, he was taking care of me and I felt useless, he was strong and I was grateful because although I didn't break down, I know it is only a matter of time before it all comes crashing down on me.
Noah has already made plans for us to be legally emancipated. I have no other family and Noah's family are all gold diggers-his words, not mine. So the arrangements have been made and quickly approved. The legal system allowed this only because Noah has grown up with his staff and they are more like family to him than his own blood relatives.
The days go by in a clouded haze. We don't celebrate Noah's sixteenth birthday, it just sort of came and went. Summer is over and Noah makes arrangements for me to attend private school with him, we have drivers and a full staff at our disposal. I go through the motions one day at a time. On my sixteenth birthday, Noah invites me to the Lake Union Rowing Club. I watch him row and I am entranced. It looks amazing, the power of the oar and how you glide across the water. Next thing you know, I'm in a uni and I'm on the girls rowing team. I'm a strong rower but I'm utilized as the coxswain due to my small stature.
It's only been one month since our parents have passed away and I've still not broken down. Noah and I have dinner and he asks, "Stay, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine Noah. Well, I'm as well as can be expected considering. Why do you ask?"
"Come on Stay, it's me. You've been like a damn robot, just going through the motions. I haven't seen you break down yet. I'm worried Stay. I don't want anything to happen to you. I am after all...responsible for you. I feel that way even more so now since our parents...well, you know how I feel." He says as he lets out a sigh.
I know the way Noah feels about me and I cannot let my feelings get clouded, especially now. I do love Noah and I cannot hurt him. He is my everything. The last thing I want to do is jeopardize what we have by ruining our special relationship. I cannot be his girlfriend.
Noah is the most beautiful boy I've ever seen, beautiful sea green eyes, sandy blonde hair, he's even gone through a growth spurt. He's well over six feet tall and his rower's physique is perfect in every way. If I'd seen him on the street he'd definitely have my attention, but this Noah...my best friend. I've loved him ever since I can remember but not in that 'special' girlfriend kind of way. I did have a crush on him at one time but quickly pushed those ideas out of my head. I thought he wouldn't be interested in me, that he viewed me as a sister, boy was I wrong but I can't go there now...I can't. My emotions are everywhere and I cannot deal!
Noah and I have an evening ritual, dinner, home work, then we chill on the sofa and watch a little tv, something mindless and light while we eat ice cream. It's something we did with our parents and we didn't want to lose that tradition. It almost feels as though they are still with us. As we are flipping through the channels I see something silly about fishing that makes me laugh, I laugh so hard, I can't stop. I start thinking about my dad, he loved to fish. God I miss my parents! I miss them so freakin much! Shit?! Why?! Why?! Why?!
Noah starts laughing too, "Stay," he says as he continues to laugh. "What is it? What's so funny?" He asks.
Is this it? Is my little Stay finally going to fall apart? Her laughter sounds off, as though it will turn into tears. Shit! I hope I can handle it. In a way, I've been grateful that she hasn't broken down. It's given me time to focus on all the things that needed to get done with regard to our parent's funeral services, our emancipation, Stay's transfer to my school and living arrangements in what I consider to be our home. I've been in love with Stay since my thirteenth birthday. I've always looked at Stay as my little sister but something happened, something changed. She developed, I developed and I wanted her. She's so beautiful and kind and giving. Unlike the girls at my school who are born of money and wealth, they aren't interesting to me. Granted, some of them are pretty, some I would say are also beautiful but they are nothing compared to Stay.
I'm broken out of my thoughts when I feel Stay launch herself at me, she's kissing me...finally! She's kissing me and her lips feel so good. She is hungry, needy, she's crying as she pushes her tongue in my mouth. It's a frenzied kiss, it's desperate, she needs to fill that emptiness inside of her and as much as I want this, I'm not sure I can do it. It's not right, I cannot take advantage of her emotions. I pull away quickly.
"Stay, what are you doing?" I ask as I feel myself getting hard. Shit! This is so embarrassing.
Stay is panting, she has the saddest eyes. She looks confused. "What do you mean Noah? I'm kissing you, don't you want this? Don't you want me?" She asks as she starts to cry.
"Oh Stay, you know how I feel about you. You know I love you but I can't...I can't...not like this. You're confused and scared and hurt and I can't take advantage of you. Please understand Stay. Please don't make this harder for me because I'm not sure I can control myself." I plead as a try to control my out of control dick that has a mind of its own!.
I take her hand and say, "Come," as I lead her upstairs to her bedroom, "It's been a long day and we have rowing practice in the morning."
She takes my hand and I practically run upstairs before I change my mind, I walk Stay to her door, open it and say, "Go on, get some rest."
She has her head down and says, "I'm sorry Noah, I don't know what came over me."
I cup her chin and say, "It's ok Stay, I understand. Promise me you won't do that again, you know I'm not that strong." I say as I playfully nudge her shoulder and push her towards her bedroom.
I look up at Noah and it's as though I've seen him again for the first time. He's still in his dress clothes from school, he wore a suit today for his debate class. He looks so handsome, like a young entrepeneur. He gently shoves me and says that he's not that strong. I nudge him back and feel the ripple of his strong arms under his dress shirt.
"Good night Noah, see you in the morning." I say as I quickly turn and walk in my bedroom.
Geez, I don't know what I was thinking! I practically threw myself at Noah. I need to get a grip here, I'm only sixteen years old. I've not had a boyfriend, I have never been interested. I've had a few boys that asked me out on dates but I preferred reading my romance novels on a Saturday night. Who needs drama at such a young age? Not me! Losing my parents has been more than enough pain and drama for me. I want to live a simple quiet, drama-free and happy life...I wonder if it's in the stars? I hope so. I close my eyes and say, "Good night Daddy and Mommy...I love you guys so much, I hope you know that I'm always thinking about you and that I know you're always with me, guiding me, protecting me and loving me."
For the record, in my story Ray Steele is/was Ana's biological father. Please review and let me know if you have any questions. I'll be happy to answer them.