Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Song ❯ The Last Song ( Chapter 1 )

Jocelyn opened her locker quickly, turning the dial on the lock to form the combination to open it. She grabbed her notebook and her other writing supplies, glad the day was nearly over. She took a last glance at her reflection in the silver magnetic mirror. Faded blue jeans, a red top, and a red crotchet headband. `I think I can live like this…' she noted to herself, closing the locker gently.

She turned, seeing a guy from her Chemistry class, Trent, and suppressed the urge to laugh when someone knocked him over and the flyers he had been holding flew around him onto the hallway floor. She stepped over to him; glad she had worn her red flip-flops instead of the other shoes she had planned on wearing. She crouched carefully, picking up most of the flyers and holding them out to him.

She had never really been this close to him before, and this close-up she could see the light dusty trail of freckles over his nose, and the way his deep all-knowing eyes complemented his brown hair and his killer tan. She turned her head away before she could get lost in her thoughts, noticing another flyer.

"I didn't know your band was playing tonight," she said softly, watching as he took the other flyers. He nodded as they both stood, smiling a bit.

"You can come if you want." he said casually, turning to stick a flyer to the wall.

"I might." She said, not wanting to sound like she had no life, or to make of fool of herself by being herself. She looked down at her watch and gasped softly.

"Um, Trent. I have to get to my next class, which is upstairs and over a couple of halls, in the next two minutes or I'm late, I really have to go." She said smiling. He nodded picking up the last flyer.

"Okay Lynn, see ya" he said, walking off casually.

She was standing in her next class, creative writing, when she realized that. `Did he call me Lynn?' she thought to herself silently. She shrugged it off, instead focusing on the story, trying to portray the character of Trent with a blush. Her class seemed to drag on forever before the final bell finally rang and school was dismissed.

She walked home with her brother Shane, walking several blocks before finally going inside the comfort of the two-story air-conditioned home. She collapsed on the couch for a moment before remembering the concert. `Oh my gosh what am I going to wear?' she thought to herself as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

She went to her closet and dug around until she found an unfamiliar package. "What's this?" she wondered out loud. She lifted the plastic and a faint smell of rosey perfume filled the air, the smell of her mother's perfume. Jocelyn smiled at the memories before the car accident that had taken her mother away. She fought a losing battle against her tears, wiping them away briskly, to look down at the hanger.

She remembered this dress now, it had been for a school dance, but her mother's accident had caused her to miss it. She looked down at the red satin dress with its fancy black bodice, noticing that the flowers on the bodice were the same color as the satin of the dress. She changed into it, amazed at the transformation in her appearance. She took it off, and went and took a shower and washed her hair.

Now relaxed from the warm water she put her outfit on with a pair of black sandals, and her now dry hair hung in waves just below her shoulders. She put the same headband from school on, amazed that it matched, and beamed at her appearance. This was the first time she had ever felt good as herself… She touched a bit of blush to her cheeks, and some mascara to her eyelashes, and put on her lipgloss. With the quick grab of her black purse embroidered with red flowers and a black woven shawl she stepped outside, noticing her friends had beat her outside.

She stepped lightly into the car and thanked her friends again for driving her, trying to ignore the gaze of her ex-boyfriend Peter. When they got there she rushed into the auditorium, finding a seat in the first row. She sat down just as the lights dimmed and the band played their first song. The band played on into the night and it was time for the last song, a solo performance by Trent. `I didn't know he could sing' she thought silently.

"I would like to dedicate this song to someone special, whether they know it's them or not, it doesn't matter, because I'll still feel the same." Trent's voice flowed down from the stage; she was completely lost in it. `You can't like him, he's shorter than you… I think..' she tried to reason to herself. Trent's voice filled the auditorium, she caught a few of the cords, some of the words, his voice was so dreamy, she shook her head softly, and she felt so stupid. `Dumb crushes!' she told herself.

She heard the verse, and his pet name for her, understanding it clearly, `Lynn? Me?' She tried to calm herself, surely he meant someone else, maybe he said the wrong thing, and maybe it was code for someone. Finally the last cords faded away and she stepped backstage, and saw him sitting, putting his guitar away.

"Trent, you played really well," She said softly, and he turned, shrugging.

"It was okay I guess."

She rolled her eyes as he handed one of the guys their guitar, and they walk off, leaving Trent and Jocelyn alone.

"Want a CD?" He said softly, showing her one of them from a box.

"Sure" She said softly, stepping towards him lightly to get it, as he stepped forward and pulled her gently towards him in a soft kiss. She staggered backwards, blushing, she didn't remember running, but apparently she had, she noticed she was at her front porch, and sat on the cold cement steps.

She heard the garage door open, and the steady thump, thump, thump of a basketball, and knew her brother was probably practicing. Then she heard voices, she recognized them, her brother's, and Peter's. She stared up at the stars, not caring if they noticed her.

"Hey sis, why aren't you still at that concert thing?" Shane questioned when he saw her.

"It ended," She said, telling the half-truth. Shane shrugged and went inside for a drink, stupidly leaving Jocelyn with her ex- boyfriend alone.

"Why did you really leave Jocelyn?" Peter asked quietly, sitting next to her.

"It was over, I'm serious, just ask someone!" She said, just a bit to passionately.

"You like that Trent guy don't you?" Peter said casually.

"What makes you get an idea like that?" she asked with a blush.

"You never dressed like that or blushed like that with me.. You do don't you?" he asked, meeting her eyes, searching their depths for an answer.

"And if I do? It isn't your business Peter! And it hasn't been for a long time!!" She said softly.

"Be careful Jocelyn, don't let him break your heart." Peter said softly.

She nodded softly, watching her brother and Peter walk off to go to Peter's house to play some more. She stared up at the stars, not noticing the soft footsteps approaching her.

"Why did you run away from me?" A voice questioned. She looked up startled.

"I don't know Trent… I just don't know…" She said softly. He nodded, sitting next to her.

"Do you like me at all Jocelyn?" He asked her softly.

"Yes Trent, I like you a lot. I just hadn't fully realized it when you.. yeah" She said softly, leaning on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her softly.

"This is nice." She said quietly, her eyes closing softly as he nodded in agreement.