Photographs (another fanfic)

Miss.SunFlower

Miss.SunFlower

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Yeah. Another one. :rolleyes: Can't get rid of me.

PHOTOGRAPHS

LAUREN

An hour ago 7-year-old Lauren Hider's name was Lauren Harkin.
"They can't do this."
"I think they can..."
An hour ago America-bound Lauren Hider was set on living in Derry, Northern Ireland her entire life.
"I won't let them."
"What are you going to do?"
Then again, an hour ago 7-year-old Lauren Hider's parents were still legally married.
Her older brother Keith was pacing her room angrily, as she packed her stuff away. She was crying, and he sounded like he was about to. He was 14, and didn't want to act week or upset normally, but this crossed the line for him.
Lauren wasn't exactly pleased about the decision either. In fact, it depressed her beyond words. Even at 7 years old the idea of splitting the family in half with this divorce seemed kind of dramatic. She would move to New York City with her mom while Keith, her favorite, and only, brother stayed in Ireland with dad.
"I mean, I can understand Mum wanting to get away, but why does she have to take you with!? You got no choice!" He said, outraged.
"Keith-y," She mumbled through her tears, "It's okay."
"It is NOT okay!"
"I don't want Mum to be lonely in America," She said.
Keith rolled his eyes, "She can get herself a boyfriend, or something."
"Keith!"
"But I'm not loosing you Lauren! You're my baby sister." He continued.
"Keith," She laughed softly, "I'm 7, I'm not a baby."
"You're my baby sister, you are." He repeated, "And I don't want to deal with you being miles and miles away from me."
"I'm going to miss you, too." She said, tears flowing again. She turned away from her brother to continue packing. "Not to mention everyone at school." It was June, school was out, so she'd have to tell each of her friends personally that she was leaving in a week. That was something she really did not want to do.
What she hated the most was the fact that it was America. She could stand moving anywhere else in the country of Ireland, or even across to Scotland or Britain. But she disliked America, didn't hate, but disliked. She loved the beauty of Derry, her hometown, all of Ireland. She loved the stories and history of it, she loved everything.
And she'd be in New York City. A big city with big skyscrapers and busy streets and no real fresh air. She HATED that. But her mom's relatives were the heads of a fashion company there, they'd be able to give her an apartment and help her find a job. It was easier for her than moving anywhere else in the country of Ireland, or even the continent of Europe.
Plus, it was obvious, Mom wanted nothing more to do with Dad. Lauren wondered bitterly if mom wanted nothing to do with Keith as well. Or if, dad wanted nothing to do with her. She felt bad for thinking this, but at only 7 these things confused her. Why did her parents have to get divorced in the first place? they fought, sure, but she and Keith fought plenty and they still loved each other. Couldn't her parents see that?
The doorbell rang at the front of the house. Lauren's mom was packing in her bedroom and her dad was at work.
"Keith!" Her mom called, "Could you please answer that?"
Keith glared in the direction of their mom's room, and for a second looked set to yell 'no'. But in the end he sighed, "whatever." He mumbled as he left Lauren's room.
There was a pause as he answered the door. "LAU-REN!" he called, humor in his voice, "Your BOYFRIEND is here!"
Damian McGinty. Her close friend and schoolmate. The two had been friends since they were old enough to walk and talk. He was a year older than her, to the day. But the past year she'd skipped a grade so she had been looking forward to being in the same classes as him.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" She yelled back, running to get to the door. They weren't. She couldn't even think-to-think of her best friend in that way. It was disgusting. She had crushes on other boys anyways, and he on other girls. The two were just good friends.
She grinned to see him standing in the doorway, holding a muddy soccer ball in his hands. "Want to play?" He asked, blue eyes even brighter in excitement. Soccer was his favorite sport, and hers as well. Kicking the ball around was generally their favorite pass time.
"Sure!" She said, her happiness faltering a bit with remembering her packing. Her moving. How on earth was she going to tell him?


That's all you get today.
(Gives a whole new meaning to the song Lauren & I)
 
I lied. You get one more. Just so you can see what I'm planning with this.


DAMIAN

Keith's eyes looked red, Damian thought as his best friends older brother answered the door. He wondered if something was wrong, but decided not to ask. He looked happy to see him standing there in anyways. He turned his head and yelled, "LAU-REN! Your BOYFRIEND is here!"
Damian weighed the outcomes of shoving his friends 14 year old brother for that comment. Lauren and he were not like that. He'd grown up with her, sure, and he couldn't deny that the girl was pretty, but not like some girls at his school. Besides, he liked her way too much to like her like THAT. Keith didn't seem to understand that, and liked to tease the two almost more than anyone else.
He heard Lauren yell "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" And seconds later his friend's face popped up in the doorway. She was grinning but her face was tear stained. He decided not ask what was wrong, she wouldn't want to talk about it probably. Instead he gestured to his soccer ball.
"Want to play?"
"Sure!" She said, but then her face fell. She ran a hand back through her almost-boyishly-short blonde hair and glanced at her brother.
He smiled at her, more friendly than he normally was around his sister, "I'll tell Mum." He said simply, her beam returned, and she sprinted out the door. Damian followed, laughing.
Lauren loved soccer as much as he did, it had been how the two became really close. There was hardly an afternoon that went by without him inviting her out to play. Rain or shine. When they weren't doing that they would talk. About what ever crossed their minds. The way only best friends could.
She was wonderful at soccer too; fast, balanced, and could easily handle the ball. She beat him more often then not, though he wasn't far behind her. They hoped to be on a team together some day. After what felt like a long time of chasing around the muddy soccer ball Lauren slowed down. She moved to sit at the end of the field they played at.
"That was fun." She mumbled, sadness in her voice. Damian was beginning to worry.
He tried to lighten the mood, "You're really good, Lauren." She smiled, and he continued, wanting to make his friend happy in any way he could, "Really, you are. Next year you'll be old enough to go for the school's team, right? You should."
She laughed gently and ruffled his dark hair, as she often did, "Damian, you're so sweet."
He shrugged that off, "and you're a lovely friend. It'll be great to have class with you next year."
Lauren was silent.
"Lauren?" He asked, "Something wrong?"
Another silence, then at last, "I'm n-not going to have classes with you next year." She was crying again.
"What!?" He asked, "Why not!?"
"You know Mum and Dad got divorced today, right?"
He nodded. Lauren had mentioned it multiple times in the past. It was nothing new.
"Mum is moving to New York City, and I'm to go with her."
"You're WHAT!?" Damian was almost shocked beyond words. His best friend, the girl he'd known that long, she was going away! No! She couldn't! He'd never taken much thought into life without Lauren because he never thought he'd have to. But now, thinking about it, he hated it.
"I leave in a week." Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. A week? 7 single days!? And then she would be gone!
"You're going to AMERICA!?"
A nod, she was crying too hard to speak. He felt awful that she was moving and now felt awful that he'd made her cry about it. He hugged her quietly.
"I'm sorry," He said quietly, letting her go and helping her to her feat. "Do you want to come over for a while?" He said, trying to get her mind off of it.
She sniffed, looked back towards her house and for a moment looked torn. Finally, she wiped her tears on the back of her dirty hand, leaving a smear of dirt on her cheek, and gave him a shaky smile.
"It's not that bad," He continued, "I mean, we can still write, and call. It won't be too bad. It won't be."
He wondered who he was trying to convince more. Lauren or himself.

NOW I'm done for the day.
Yes, so you know, every pst will switch from Lauren to Damian to Lauren to Damian.
 
By the way, the title makes me think of the Jim Croce song Photographs and Memories
 
2 in the morning. nothing to do. Updates!


LAUREN

Lauren felt absolutely pathetic standing in the entry to Damian's house, practically drowning in tears. He'd handled it better than she'd expected but was still clearly broken up by it. She hated to see him upset, which only made her cry more.
Damian's mom appeared in the doorway and, upon seeing Lauren sobbing, began to fuss. "Oh dear. Dear, dear, dear. Shall I get the first aid kit?" It was an average question, because most of the time when the two friends retired to Damian or Lauren's homes it was because of an injury, of any sort.
His mom had already gone searching when Damian called, "No Mum, Lauren's fine!" He gave her a small smile, and she tried to return it.
"Oh but, she's crying. Not everything could be alright then? Would you like something to drink?"
Lauren nodded, then choked out, "Tea?"
"Certainly." His mom whisked off to the kitchen to do just that, "You can sit down if you'd like, too."
"Your Mum is wonderful." Lauren said quietly as she and Damian moved to sit down. His mom was. She always treated Lauren like another daughter, as both Damian's older siblings were much much older.
He smiled, and shrugged. There was a long pause before he muttered, "Really? New York?" He sounded incredulous, like he still hadn't quite gripped what that meant. But he didn't sound happy about it. Lauren never expected him to be, he would hate it as much as she would.
Her face fell, "Aye, New York. Cool, huh?" She tried to sound excited about her new home although she was everything but.
"I guess." He sighed, "It's far away."
"Don't remind me."
"Sorry."
Another pause. Lauren really wanted to talk to him about something else, but the prospect of her moving away, far far away, it weighed heavily on their minds. Making any other conversation impossible.
"Damian," She mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to go to New York."
He laughed, and didn't look surprised at all. She did, however, think he looked mildly relieved. "I don't want you to go, either."
She knew he didn't, but hearing him say that made her smile. She laughed too, "Maybe I could run away, so I wouldn't have to." It was impossible. But that was the joke of it.
Damian played along, "You wouldn't have to run far, Lauren. I could hide you here."
She laughed harder, imaging stowing away at her best friends house. "Perfect!" She held out her hand, "Have we a deal?"
"We do." He grinned, ,shaking her hand as though making a business agreement.
Damian's mother brought in two mugs of tea. "We'll have none of that." She said, her mouth set in a serious expression but her eyes laughing. "Your parents would have my head if they found out you were staying here."
Lauren sighed, but threw in quickly, "They just wouldn't find out!" Damian nodded eagerly.
His mom laughed out loud now, "That's a fine idea, but I'm sure they would." She sat down next to the two friends. "I'm just as sorry as my son that you'll be going away Lauren, but I think you'll be just fine."
Lauren sighed again, a bit more depressed, "I guess."
The phone rang and she ran to pick it up.
"Who knows?" Damian added, "You could have fun in New York."
How could he be so optimistic? She would be in a whole new country in a whole new school without any comforts of home. Fun or no fun, she was set to be miserable.
"I guess." She said again. He chuckled. She'd miss his optimism. She'd miss playing soccer with him in the field. She'd miss having someone to share everything with.
"Lauren, that was your mum." Damian's mom said, coming back in, "She'd like you home, now." Both parents of the two friends knew when one was gone they were at the other ones house. It was always that simple.
Lauren sighed, "I guess I should go."
Damain got up, "I'll walk you home."
"Damian, you're so sweet."
"So I've heard."
She laughed again, glad he was there to cheer her up. How would she cope with out that? She'd defiantly miss him, more than she'd miss anyone, minus her brother. He was her best friend, and her life would suck without him.
 
Sorry, sugar plum. The girl for Keith has already been picked. Well I suppose I could base parts of her on you.
I was asked by someone halfway through Tripped.... so yeah.
 
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Miss.SunFlower said:
Sorry, sugar plum. The girl for Keith has already been picked. Well I suppose I could base parts of her on you.
I was asked by someone halfway through Tripped.... so yeah.
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Oh I'm sure we all considered asking you but only one person did it apparently ;)

Cute entry again
 
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