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A/N- I know I haven't been on here much but I got inspiration to maybe start writing my own book- I have some ideas so I wanted to post it to see what y'all thought, please feel free to critique me and give me some pointers you would like to see as a reader!!

Chapter One

I was freezing, the melted snow going straight through my snow pants from a long afternoon of sledding with my friends, I wanted to go home, but friends wanted to stay. It was still light out, the snow still fresh, but my face was raw with the icy wind blasting. We saw some more people coming to the hill to join in the sledding. I lived across the main road, shared a school and bus with a lot of these kids and most of them absolutely loathed me. Why? I have no idea, but I suspect rumors went around at some point. Kids liked to bully me. I wasn't the prettiest, I was a big tom boy who didn't like to wear anything girly or pink. Only t-shirts and jeans. I didn't know how to do my hair, and my mom insisted I had bangs, even though my middle part and cowlick pushed them to the sides and made me look silly. The Colvin's had strong genes, and I looked just like a female version of my brother, which may made the ladies love him, but the boys not like me.

Tyler was walking over with his huge red sled. I hated him, and he hated me. He was a year younger than me, but a lot of the more popular kids lived over here, and they all talked, or were siblings of the popular kids that were my brothers friends. Over to my left was my brothers best friend's house, Jackson, and he was walking over with his brother Julian. He didn't know it, but I had a huge crush on Jackson. He's three years older than me, the same age as my brother, but my brain didn't care. Like I said, boys didn't like me, and I wasn't pretty, and he only had pretty, skinny girls hanging on him.

I got more nervous as Jackson got closer, does he even know who I am? I questioned myself, but of course he did. I'm Jameson's little sister, every one in town knew my brother, everyone loved him, I've been known as "Jameson's little sister" for years, never by my actual name, Hazel. Jackson said "hi" to me as he was running up the hill. My face burnt, immediately warming up, I had to turn quickly before he noticed, no doubt in my mind that he knew I had a crush on him.

"Move" Tyler said as he brushed past me to get up the hill, I was standing at the end, ready to relax for a second before going back up. My face burnt for a different reason. I hated confrontation. I sat down where I was, no one was coming down the hill on this side, the short side of the hills. Savannah, my best friend, went down the hill again, loving the snow, she didn't have a park with hills where she lived. I walked over to her, now that Tyler was here, I really wanted to go home.

"Get out of the way, or I'm running you over" Tyler yelled from the top of the hill as I moved to go talk to Savannah.

"Shut up, Tyler" I rolled my eyes and yelled back. He came down the hill anyway, forcing Savannah and I to quickly move out of the way.

"What's your problem?" Savannah, red faced, screamed at him. She didn't care about confrontation, if someone did something wrong to her, she let them know.

"I told you to move" he laughed, he actually laughed at the though of hurting us. Sociopath.

"Fuck you, Tyler" I said, angry enough that I didn't care about my anxiety.

He laughed darkly, moving toward us. I never wanted to fight with people, but I've been in a few fist fights with other people on my block (they started it), so I knew if I had to, I could. Our eyes locked and I wasn't back down. Thankfully he did. Savannah went up the hill again, I was spent, so I stayed at the bottom, my hands numb, waiting to go home. Tyler came up behind me, red plastic sled in hand.

"Leave me alone, Tyler" I said, exasperated. He snicked, knowing he got under my skin, and hit my in the back of the head with his sled, making it look like it was an accident as it hit me when he turned, but everyone around heard the argument we just had and knew it was on purpose.

"Hey, what the hell!?" I heard Jackson yell, he ran over to me, making sure I was alright as I rubbed the back of them head. It didn't hurt, at least not a lot, but I was humiliated and sad that someone hated me so much for no reason, that they justified hitting me. Jackson stormed up to Tyler, four years older than him, he got in his face, "you don't hit women, what is wrong with you?".

I swooned a bit at Jackson defending me, knowing it wasn't because he had a crush on me, and it was simply because I was a young defenseless girl that happened to be Jameson's little sister, but it was a nice fantasy to have.

"Are you okay?" he asked, coming back to me and giving me his hand to help me up.

"Yeah" I said, standing up before him, he pat my shoulder and walked away. My small ego very bruised, Savannah finally agreed that we can go back to my house.

I didn't see Jackson for a while after that, only briefly in school when we shared a school for a year. My freshman year, his senior year. I only saw my brother in the hall a handful of times, I'd call out his name and he'd push me into the lockers as he walked by with a smirk on his face. People in my own grade were asking me if I was Jameson's little sister now, assuming they connected with some of his friends and had sibling my brothers age. Even then, my brother was popular, everyone knew his name, but I was not. Not sure why the gene pool gave both my brother charisma and good looks, but not me, doomed to the bottom of the barrel of high school.

People didn't hate me anymore, I learned to control my anger, and that I was never going to be a popular or even near popular kid, and just lived with it. I kept to myself, got decent grades in my Junior and Senior year, and graduated, finally happy to rid the cesspool that was high school and go to college.

I had boyfriends, had boys that actually liked me and shamelessly flirted with me. There was Joe who I dated earlier in high school that played with my heart, shattered it and then came back and played with it some more. He was the hardest to get over and I will forever hate him for what he did to me. There was Jake, who never wanted a relationship with me, but would shamelessly first, bring me to his house and on "dates" but never wanted anything more. I never expected more from him, even though I liked him and thought he was cute, he back handedly made fun of me sometimes, and I didn't know how to joke about myself because my self esteem was so low. Looking back, I'm shocked he ever saw anything in me. College wasn't anything special, it was a community college right around the street from my house, but since my brother and I lived at home, and I was the only one who was actually home a majority of the time, I caught the wrath of my step dad.

"Go get a job" he screamed at me while I was sitting on my bed doing homework. I didn't even have my license, how was I supposed to get a job? It didn't matter anyway, no matter what, we were his step kids and weren't going to live up to his expectations.

Finally, I graduated and was able to be on my own. New degree, new me, I told myself, applying for every job in the area. Both my brothers moved out, it was time for me to do the same. These bright blue walls of my messy bedroom were starting to close in on me with how much time I spent in them.

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Chapter Two

"Feels like a new start" I breathed in, closing my eyes, enjoying the smell of the freshly finished wood floors and fresh coat of paint on the walls. It might be a rental that my brother owns, and he lives right above me, but I wouldn't complain about a cheap apartment that was close to family. There were a few things that needed to be worked on here, some wires hanging out of the ceiling for light fixtures my brother hadn't yet put in, and cheap work done by his friends, but I was his sister who didn't care as long as I could live there.

"We'll have to throw a party" my eldest brother, Shane said, handing me the keys, "but you have to take care of this place, I mean it Hazel, I know how messy you can be".

I rolled my eyes at him, "relax, an apartment and a room are two different things." He continued to list off things I needed to take care of, even though his apartment was messy too. I stopped listening after he told me to put carpet padding down on the floor before any carpets and asked "did you ask Jackson if he can help move my stuff?" Jackson had a large truck and helped everyone with their moving needs. Sometimes he was a nice dude, but the other times he would say some back handed insults to people around him, causing me to think he didn't like me, even though my crush was still alive and thriving at the age of 22.

"Yeah, he said tomorrow works" Shane said after he listed everything off in the house that needed to be kept pristine, including the dishwasher that still had plastic wrap on it from when it was delivered 2 years ago.

For tonight though, I was sleeping on an air mattress my mom had in her attic that was likely covered in spiders. I started to set it up before I went out with friends to celebrate move in day, even though I was exhausted from packing all of my things over the past week.

The mattress smelled like dusty basement, and I screamed as something web like touched my fingers. Definitely full of spiders. I almost gave up right there and to just sleep on the floor tonight, or ask Shane if I can sleep on his couch, but I was a big girl, with a big girl apartment, and I can't always rely on people to help me out. I decided to take the quicker approach and just dump the whole thing out and stomp on the spiders as they came out to attack. It fell to the floor with a thud and with the broom handle, I unrolled it. Fortunately, there were no spiders, unfortunately, my brother heard me scream from his apartment.

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Savannah and I met up at a gaming bar. We don't frequent too often, but we wanted to get out of our comfort zone and play some games with some strangers. Both of us were awkwardly single, and didn't know how to talk to strangers, but at least we can drink a few drinks, let the anxiety go, and play some air hockey with strangers.

"Do you need help with moving tomorrow?" she asked as we waited in line outside to pay the entrance fee.

"I have my brothers, and Jackson is helping" I mentioned.

Savannah elbowed my arm playfully, with a grin on her face "Jackson huh?". My face went red. Savannah has been my friend since middle school, she knows every dirty little secret about me, including my crush on Jackson since I was 12.

"Shut up" I brushed her off, giving the bouncer my ID, since I still look 18 years old, "he's not even my friend, just my brothers friend who I see sometimes".

"Yeah, but what if" she countered. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I wouldn't allow myself to fall into that trap and indulge in a fantasy that would never, in a million years, happen. I did enjoy having him around and talking to him, even if he is an ass sometimes, but I have never hung out with him or even held a decent conversation with the man.

The air hockey table was open and we rushed toward it, only for two guys to reach it just before we did. The guy with blonde hair noticed us trying to get there, and nodded towards us so his friend with brown hair would look.

"Did you guys want to play?" he called over the music.

"It’s okay" I waved off, "you guys go ahead and we can grab it when you're done".

He smiled, "we can do a two on two if you want!"

Savannah and I looked at each other, shrugged, basically saying why not, and headed on over, "so are we doing boys against girls or are we making teams" Savannah offered.

"Let's do teams" The brunette said, and Savannah and I split up. I went over to the blonde.

"Hi" I managed to say, "I'm Hazel", he smiled down at my out stretched hand, making me feel embarrassed for even offering it to him. My cheeks heated up, why am I so awkward?

"John" he said, taking my hand, "and that's Zach" he motioned to his friend.

"Her names Savannah" I motioned my head over to her, seeing her laughing with Zach already. She always knew what to say and how to be funny, meanwhile, I just shut down at the first sign of talking to strangers, but wasn't that why we decided to come here tonight?

"I hate to break it to you, but you chose the wrong team" John smiled sheepishly, "I'm really bad at air hockey".

I giggled, "How can you be bad at air hockey?"

Zach shot the puck as soon the table started working, I leaned to go over the goal, nearly shoving John out of the way, but the puck got in anyway.

"Like that" he laughed. I laughed along with him, at least we had the puck now. I slap shot the puck down towards their end, where Savannah caught it the corner and sent it flying this way, I went to hit it again, slamming it over to them, but it ended up bouncing off the sides in the middle, Zach sent his handle to the middle, knocking it back to our side. Slowly, it returned and John caught it with his handle, sliding the puck over to me again.

"You have a better slap shot than me" he grinned, watching me send it over to their side and directly into the goal.

We cheered, jumping and high fiving each other. Apparently we ended up on the right team, because we were both looking competitive against our friends.

The score ended up being 6-6 after nearly 10 minutes of the back and forth. The bar was really starting to fill in and people around us were definitely eyeing the air hockey table. Whoops.

"Game face, John" I said, eyeing the puck as Savannah got ready to send it over, giving me to squinty focused eyes, "next goal wins!" My anxiety wasn't as potent anymore, having a beer and getting comfortable with these guys let my mind have some fun.

"Ready?" Savannah called over"

"Bring it" John and I said at the same time, causing us to look at each other and laugh. Savannah saw her moment and hit the puck as hard as she could. John caught it with his handle as it was halfway into our goal.

"Yeeeahh!" he cheered, grabbing it quickly before it went all the way in. He lined it up and slap shot it over before they even realized what happened. The puck went into their goal, and we ended up winning. Savannah gave me the stink eye as John and I jumped up and down cheering.

"That was awesome" Zach and Savannah came around, no longer able to hear simple conversation over the people and the music, "do you guys want to play again, we could do boys vs. girls this time" he slung his arm around his buddies shoulder.

"Looks like other people are waiting" I gestured to the growing crowd, it really got busy in here while we were playing.

"Is there anything else here?" John looked around, "DDR is open".

"I love DDR" I confessed quickly, knowing I'll probably do terribly with an audience.

"I love it, but I'm not good at it" Savannah chimed in.

"No one's good at it, but it's a good time" Zach slapped her arm playfully making her smile.

"Let's do it then" John said, moving toward the game, clearly he was the more outgoing one.

We played a few rounds of DDR and then moved over to Guitar Hero. My skills were very rusty on both, but we had a blast singing Sweet Child of Mine while playing on the easiest setting.

"Do you guys want another drink?" Zach offered looking over at John, "we're both empty" he shook the bottle to show us.

"Uh, I looked around, realizing it was getting late and kind of packed, I had to wake up early and drive home after all, "I better not, I have a lot going on tomorrow".

"Actually you're right, Haz" Savannah said, "we should probably get going, it's already 10".

"Damn" John stated, "we can't convince you for one more round?"

"I really can't" I relayed sadly, "I'm moving tomorrow, it’s gonna be a hard day as it is".

"Oof, yeah moving sucks, I know the feeling" he sympathized, "well how about we take each others numbers and we can meet up here sometime, we owe you drinks".

His smile was contagious as I felt mine grow into a grin, "yeah, that sounds fun!"

They said their goodbye's as we gave each other our numbers, hoping for a night within the next couple weeks to come back and meet up with them.

"Let us know when you get home!" Zach called out, I looked over to see John giving me the thumbs up. I gave it back to him, fully knowing I wouldn't remember to do that. I never did.

Savannah and I walked back to our cars with silent grins on our faces, both thinking the same thing, and how much fun we had.

"Get some rest, sleeping beauty!" she gave me a hug as I got to my car.

"I'll let you know if I end up needing your help, but come by later on, they'll probably hang around and have a few beers" I offered hopefully.

"Sure, let me know" she smiled. I got into my car and turned it on, keeping my eye on her as she got into hers, making sure she wasn't going to get kidnapped.

The ride home was a straight line, very smooth and little traffic for a Friday night in Providence.

The porch light was on when I got home, not sure if my brother always left it on it if he knew I was going to be back home late. It didn't matter to me, as long as it didn't count toward my electric bill. It still smelled like wood and fresh paint in the apartment and I reveled in it, made it feel less like a fever dream that I'm on my own. I quickly took my make up off, hopped in the shower, and got ready for bed, only to realize the air mattress was not blown up, and there was no pump to it. Looks like I'm sleeping on the floor after all.

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