Beckett Jonas Preston's Story

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“Yes, Mr. Berkly, I’ll have them ready by tomorrow. I’m sure she will love them. Yep! You, too!” With a gentle click, she returned the shop phone to it’s resting position. Mr.Berkly had gotten in deep with his wife, and was now trying to make nice with her with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers. Yellow tulips. It was sweet that he remembered such things after twenty years of marriage. Belle walked out from behind the green counter, gently pushing the white fence-like door to make way for herself. The shop had been fairly busy today. Belle wore a simple yellow dress, with short sleeves to cover her shoulders and two handy pockets in the front. Over her dress she wore a white apron that tied around her waist that had a large pocket sewn into the front. Her copper colored hair was pulled up in a lose bun this afternoon, and little wisps escaped from the sides.

While humming she set about pulling out a decent length of blue ribbon from the wall of multiple rows of flower decorations. Cutting it to just the right size, she placed it between her lips and grabbed a bucket with her left hand. With her right hand now free, she walked to the front of the store and slipped outside. The pleasant sound of a bell rang around her. The shop’s bell. She smiled. Her mother had always loved that bell. “There you are..” she mumbled, locating the row of yellow tulips she had on display outside today. With a triumphant smile she began to pile the flowers one by one into the bucket, only picking the ones with the best bloom potential.

Before long she had finished arranging everything, and placed the bouquet into the fridge for overnight storage as she got off shift. Taking off her apron, she left from the back entrance of the store and climbed onto her bike. She headed down town, waving to people she knew and humming quietly to herself. It was the last couple days of summer, and she couldn't think of a better way to spend this one than a day in the sun at the park. Feeling very lighthearted, Belle rode down to the public park, parked her bike, and strolled down the pathway.

For once, the swings were not over run by children and a smile slowly worked up the corners of her mouth. Walking over, she gingerly sat down and gave herself a small push. Back and forth, back and forth. It was just like her childhood. Still smiling to herself she looked up, noticing a dark haired girl walking across the way. She had seen the girl around town, but had never really talked to her. She thought about saying something but decided against it. At any rate, the girl looked lost in thought and was headed to a different part of the park. Turning her attention to her shoes, Belle let her mind wander as she swayed gently back and forth on the swing set.

Beckett was walking in the forest, contemplating something. What he was thinking of he didn't quite know. So many things were running through his mind. Interesting things... maybe that's what it could be called. He was thinking of why the sky was blue, why a fox barked, why he ever drank from that spring in the first place.

Don't get Beckett wrong, he was glad that he was alive, but somehow it just felt all empty inside. As he entered a clearing to the park he continued to walk and whistle. It was a tune that his parents had sung to him a long time ago. Rubbing his face, as if he could rub exhaustion off of it, he looked up only to notice a girl on the rocks. Interesting... is she going to jump? He thought to himself, as he continued to watch her. He debated on whether or not he should approach her, maybe convince her to not jump?

Whatever it was, he walked over to her standing below her, he'd look up at her, using his hand to shield the sun from his eyes. "You know, that can be quite dangerous madam." He said in his polite, british accent. Though he had a smile on his face as he continued to stare up at her.

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Eric had been standing on the corner outside a coffee shop, playing his guitar for what felt like hours. Though of course it was only 2 hours to be exact. He saw the money in his guitar case, and decided it was time to move on. Grabbing the dollar bills out of his case, and shoving it in his pocket, then packing his guitar up, he'd wave goodbye to the spectators and move on. Stopping by the park where he usually played before he went home. It was a long walk to the park, and Eric thought about his immortality, how humans seemed to get less and less mature as the years had gone by. Everyone wanted to be a rockstar, well in Eric's mind, he was a rockstar. He partied hard every night, and got himself shitfaced drunk some nights.

It could've been his hatred of being alone, but he remembered what that woman had told him 20 years ago, about how his life was going to change and yada yada yada... Eric chuckled at the thought, but set his guitar case down, opened it and pulled out his worn guitar once more and started singing.

"Every rose has a thorn, every night has a dawn.. every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has a thorn.."[i] He continued with the song, strumming every chord perfectly. A classic song it was, and for some reason, it seemed to have a special meaning to Eric. As he looked around while he was singing, he noticed a girl on the swings. All by herself, she seemed lonesome, more like daydreaming. Chuckling he remembered watching a Disney Movie when it came out, furrowing his brow, he tuned his guitar, to the soft tune of the song.

As he was walking to her he sang, in a soft voice.
[i] "A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true"

When he was done with the song, he was litterally standing in front of her, strumming the last chords. A smile was on his face as he looked down at her, his guitar in his hands. Though out of the corner of his eye he saw his younger brother Beckett, talking to a girl. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

Jayson stopped pacing and looked down at the person who was speaking. "I know but I guess I like to live on the more dangerous side." she smirked and sat on the rock. That was the truth as sometimes she did but alone as she doesn't trust people especially people she's never seen before.

"Where are you from?" she asked wanting to know that first before asking for his name. His accent told her he must have been from Britian. It wasn't often that many newcomers came to Fort Payne but when they did Jayson still stayed away. It wasn't because she didn't like them it was because she doesn't like opening up to people and truating people so she simply stayed away. Jayson had wondered why he'd come to Fort Payne of all places but she refrained from asking. Really she didn't want to pry but he kind of intrigued her so she was willing to at least learn his name.