Post by meg_cahill21 on Dec 1, 2011 20:56:29 GMT -5
*gonna try this out...i have it on MIBBA and i'd thought that i put it on here as well...and i'll try to edit all language as best I can and keep it G-rated...ENJOY!!!*
Prologue:
(Keith’s POV)
“EMMET!!! GET BACK HERE!!!” I shouted as I ran after my best
friend on tour as he ran around the stage with my precious bass,
Betsy.
“You want your guitar Harkin, you’re just gonna have to chase
me for it!” the idiot shouted over his shoulder as he
took a sharp turn to the right towards the girls dressing room.
Trying to roll my eyes while I run is pretty hard, but somehow I
managed to attempt to do so as I make that sharp turn after
him. I catch up to him just before he tries to shimmy his way into
the girls’ dressing room.
“Thank you very much sir.” I spat as I ripped my poor, poor guitar
out of his hands.
“You’re pathetic Harkin; I hope that you know that.” He says with
a laugh. I just smack him upside the head. He goes to protest
and hit me back, but the forty-two year old Scotsman stopped
him.
“Cut it out you two, you’ve been going at it for about two hours.
Now, Ryan, Danny, and myself are going to go and take a tour of
the city and we, well actually Danny, was wondering if you
wanted to come.” George Donaldson said. I looked at Emmet and
shrugged.
“You up for it Cahill?” I ask, knowing that if he said no, I would
probably stay behind since I’ve toured Boston sooo many times.
“Sure, why not? I would like to see the city, I hear that it’s
grand.” He says with a laugh as I start to groan.
“I guess that I’ll go to.” I sigh as I follow him and George outside
towards the tour buses where everyone who was going was
waiting. Little did I know, that going out with them would be the
best decision that I have ever made in well, my whole entire life…
sort of.
“So, is that dome really made of all gold?” thirteen year old
Daniel “Danny” Furlong asked as we walked past the State
Building on our way out of the Boston Common.
“It sure was laddie, every single speck of it.” I state as I ruffled
his hair and shoved him to my side. I LOVED messing with that
kid…it was just sooo much craic.
“WOW.” Was all the thirteen year old was able to say. Everyone
just laughs as we turn down the rode that would bring us
towards the center of the town, towards where the Boston
Massacre took place. I’m not sure who it was, but I think it was
Ryan, that said something so funny that it made me laugh so
hard that I managed to stop paying attention to where I was
going, which caused me to walk right into this small, petite body,
knocking the person over.
“Way to go Keith.” I heard Emmet say as I bent down to help
what I now know to be a girl up.
“I’m soo sorry lass! I should’ve been paying attention to where I
was going. Sorry.” I said as I handed her her bag that she had
dropped when I knocked her over. She laughed, pushed her long
blond hair out of her eyes, and said,
“’Tis fine, honestly. No harm was done to me at all and I think
that all that hurt you was your pride.” She must’ve seen the
confused look on my face, because she then pointed towards the
other lads, who were now doubling over with laughter as Danny
and Emmet imitated me knocking over this poor girl.
“Are you sure?” I ask, taking in the chance to get a better look at
her. With these beautiful, big, blue eyes, perfect shaped, pinked
lips, and like I had said before, her long blond hair that reached
just above her waist, she looked a LOT like my ex-girlfriend, the
only girl that I have ever loved, Lauren.
(Lauren’s POV)
“Yes, I am 100 percent sure that I am okay. But, if you want to
make it up to me, you could buy me a cup of coffee at Starbucks
over there.” I said slyly as I putted to the infamous Starbucks
with the steaming gold pot. The man who had knocked me over
just laughed and said,
“Alright, whatever you say lass, I’ll go and buy you your cup of
coffee.” I smile and think “YES!” to myself, because I knew that I
wasn’t going to get through my job at the dance studio and then
the restaurant without the cup of coffee and since I had
absolutely no money on me what so ever…
“Thank you sooo much! Now c’mon, I need to get that coffee in
me before I have to be at work in an hour.” I say as I foolishly
grab his hand and pull him along with me towards the Starbucks.
He laughs this melodious, infectious laugh as he follows me. Just
being in this situation and with him laughing, I start to laugh to.
As I sit down at this booth in the corner as this stranger goes up
and buys the latte that I had told him that I wanted, I think
about something (well, more like a person) that I haven’t
thought about in years…my old boyfriend Keith from back home in
Derry, Ireland. I thought about all the similarities that this
stranger of a man shared with him; the long, shaggy, blond hair,
those beautiful, enchanting blue eyes, and he even had that
same Derry accent that both Keith and once myself had.
“One caramel latte coming right up.” The man says as he sits
down across from me. I smile, thank him, and then say,
“I guess that I should probably tell you my name.” He chuckles
lightly to himself and says,
“Yeah, that might be a good idea.”
“It’s Lauren,” I say. “Lauren Curtain.” I watched with utmost
fascination as his eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen with
shock. It takes him a moment to say something, but when he
does, it’s my turn to be shocked.
“The name’s Keith, Keith Harkin.” I gasp. No wonder this man
shared so many similarities with my ex-boyfriend Keith…it’s
because THIS is Keith…
Oh my God…
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Prologue:
(Keith’s POV)
“EMMET!!! GET BACK HERE!!!” I shouted as I ran after my best
friend on tour as he ran around the stage with my precious bass,
Betsy.
“You want your guitar Harkin, you’re just gonna have to chase
me for it!” the idiot shouted over his shoulder as he
took a sharp turn to the right towards the girls dressing room.
Trying to roll my eyes while I run is pretty hard, but somehow I
managed to attempt to do so as I make that sharp turn after
him. I catch up to him just before he tries to shimmy his way into
the girls’ dressing room.
“Thank you very much sir.” I spat as I ripped my poor, poor guitar
out of his hands.
“You’re pathetic Harkin; I hope that you know that.” He says with
a laugh. I just smack him upside the head. He goes to protest
and hit me back, but the forty-two year old Scotsman stopped
him.
“Cut it out you two, you’ve been going at it for about two hours.
Now, Ryan, Danny, and myself are going to go and take a tour of
the city and we, well actually Danny, was wondering if you
wanted to come.” George Donaldson said. I looked at Emmet and
shrugged.
“You up for it Cahill?” I ask, knowing that if he said no, I would
probably stay behind since I’ve toured Boston sooo many times.
“Sure, why not? I would like to see the city, I hear that it’s
grand.” He says with a laugh as I start to groan.
“I guess that I’ll go to.” I sigh as I follow him and George outside
towards the tour buses where everyone who was going was
waiting. Little did I know, that going out with them would be the
best decision that I have ever made in well, my whole entire life…
sort of.
“So, is that dome really made of all gold?” thirteen year old
Daniel “Danny” Furlong asked as we walked past the State
Building on our way out of the Boston Common.
“It sure was laddie, every single speck of it.” I state as I ruffled
his hair and shoved him to my side. I LOVED messing with that
kid…it was just sooo much craic.
“WOW.” Was all the thirteen year old was able to say. Everyone
just laughs as we turn down the rode that would bring us
towards the center of the town, towards where the Boston
Massacre took place. I’m not sure who it was, but I think it was
Ryan, that said something so funny that it made me laugh so
hard that I managed to stop paying attention to where I was
going, which caused me to walk right into this small, petite body,
knocking the person over.
“Way to go Keith.” I heard Emmet say as I bent down to help
what I now know to be a girl up.
“I’m soo sorry lass! I should’ve been paying attention to where I
was going. Sorry.” I said as I handed her her bag that she had
dropped when I knocked her over. She laughed, pushed her long
blond hair out of her eyes, and said,
“’Tis fine, honestly. No harm was done to me at all and I think
that all that hurt you was your pride.” She must’ve seen the
confused look on my face, because she then pointed towards the
other lads, who were now doubling over with laughter as Danny
and Emmet imitated me knocking over this poor girl.
“Are you sure?” I ask, taking in the chance to get a better look at
her. With these beautiful, big, blue eyes, perfect shaped, pinked
lips, and like I had said before, her long blond hair that reached
just above her waist, she looked a LOT like my ex-girlfriend, the
only girl that I have ever loved, Lauren.
(Lauren’s POV)
“Yes, I am 100 percent sure that I am okay. But, if you want to
make it up to me, you could buy me a cup of coffee at Starbucks
over there.” I said slyly as I putted to the infamous Starbucks
with the steaming gold pot. The man who had knocked me over
just laughed and said,
“Alright, whatever you say lass, I’ll go and buy you your cup of
coffee.” I smile and think “YES!” to myself, because I knew that I
wasn’t going to get through my job at the dance studio and then
the restaurant without the cup of coffee and since I had
absolutely no money on me what so ever…
“Thank you sooo much! Now c’mon, I need to get that coffee in
me before I have to be at work in an hour.” I say as I foolishly
grab his hand and pull him along with me towards the Starbucks.
He laughs this melodious, infectious laugh as he follows me. Just
being in this situation and with him laughing, I start to laugh to.
As I sit down at this booth in the corner as this stranger goes up
and buys the latte that I had told him that I wanted, I think
about something (well, more like a person) that I haven’t
thought about in years…my old boyfriend Keith from back home in
Derry, Ireland. I thought about all the similarities that this
stranger of a man shared with him; the long, shaggy, blond hair,
those beautiful, enchanting blue eyes, and he even had that
same Derry accent that both Keith and once myself had.
“One caramel latte coming right up.” The man says as he sits
down across from me. I smile, thank him, and then say,
“I guess that I should probably tell you my name.” He chuckles
lightly to himself and says,
“Yeah, that might be a good idea.”
“It’s Lauren,” I say. “Lauren Curtain.” I watched with utmost
fascination as his eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen with
shock. It takes him a moment to say something, but when he
does, it’s my turn to be shocked.
“The name’s Keith, Keith Harkin.” I gasp. No wonder this man
shared so many similarities with my ex-boyfriend Keith…it’s
because THIS is Keith…
Oh my God…
*well, how was it??? REVIEW!!!