Free Bird, Heart Break has never been so innevitable. Options

[Miss Kate]

This story is dedicated to Samm who pushed me to make it.
Also this story is based off of a Cook fanfic...but for the life of me I cant remember who wrote it or where the website its posted on is....but credit for the beginning of the story and the structure goes to that author.

And Rockstar. is currently on hiatus.

MAIN CHARACTERS.
Stassi Johnson (19)

David Archuleta (imagine David older looking) (20)

Daniel Archuleta(17)


Secondary Char.
Jordin Caraway(19)

Mitch Kensigton(20)

Brooke White(20)

Elizabeth Paradeaux(21)

Kate Vallway(19)

Michelle Tanner(18)

Minor Characters:
Courtney Maddox(22)

Caroline Kerbelis(21)

Jeremy Rutherford(22)

Jason Castro(20)

Ellen Johnson(42)

Free Bird
Chapter1

I don’t do this.


I never do stuff like this. Jumping on planes to chase down guys is not a typical thing in my life but then again

David Archuleta is not a typical kind of guy.


How insecure in myself do I have to be to jump on a plane and follow my boyfriend? Or ex boyfriend I suppose

it is now.


Gazing out the window at the fluffy white clouds something struck me. I had never been outside Massachusetts.

Heck I’ve hardly been outside of Boston that much either. Occasionally you might get me outside of the house

to go with my mother to a banquet where she flounces me around like a poodle for hours, milling between

colleagues after colleagues gushing the same rehearsed speech after speech.

“This is my gorgeous daughter, who graduated high school with a 4.0! She’s going to Yale to major in

Biochemistry,” she would gush as she ran a hand through my long brown hair in faux pride, “She’s going to be a

surgeon.”


She would always receive the same response with heterogeneous mock-surprise.


“Like your mother!”

“Like mother like daughter!”

“Apple never falls far from the tree, eh?”


Insert dramatic sigh here.



My mother, the pretentious socialite I barley shared a house with, is the Chief of Staff at Boston Receiving

Hospital. My mother would leave at 4 a.m. long before I woke up (even on school days), and would not walk in

through our French doors until 1 or 2 in the morning.

Work is her husband; her patients are her children, and I? I just happen to be ‘that girl’ that one day

spontaneously spurted from her womb.

No big Deal, really.


I detested my mom.

My mother expected me to be the epitome of perfection, a walking Barbie doll.


David never expected perfection.


David was a second year double major in English and Sociology, well read and presented, played in a band,

loved to sing, valedictorian of his high school, was accepted into every college he applied to, had a sister in

Harvard, a brother in his senior year of high school who was going to come to Yale next summer. He was

perfect.

But he never expected me to be.


‘You’ll never be happy if you always follow your mom’s demands, Stassi’ he always used to tell me. The line

was usually followed with a warm hug, his arms holding me tight against his body. He’d bury his face in my long

dirty blonde hair as I’d respond the way I had every time.



‘You don’t know her’


And he didn’t.



I let out a sigh as the kid behind me kicked my seat again. It seemed to be a hobby for him for the past…six

hours. I hated kids so much. I think mostly because I never got to be one. My dad left my Mom and I when I

was still a baby and my mom? Well she was never home. I have been on my own practically all my life.


I laughed bitterly as I remembered that next week was Christmas. I had never had a proper Christmas, my

mom usually just worked right through the holidays, leaving me 500 dollars stuffed in an old plain envelope on

the marble fireplace. Usually I kept to myself and just read a thousand page novel.


‘I think it’s ridiculous you’ve never had a real Christmas!’ David had said once as we sat at school. ‘You’re going

to spend Christmas at Casa Archuleta. We go all out for Christmas.’


‘Okay.’



And that had been the end of that.


The plane decended and as I walked out into the terminal of the airport I stopped and watched the people swirl

about around me.

Familes talked and laughed as they picked up loved ones, boyfriends and girlfriends tenderly embraced each

other, and elderly couples were lightly pecking each other on the lips.

I felt sadness swirl in the pit of my stomach as I longed for the same kind of love that the room was bursting

with.



I needed to go. I need to find him.

That’s when it hit me.



I had no idea what to do. Here I was stuck in Utah without the slightest clue of where to go or what to do.


I fished around in my Tote that hung precariously on my thin shoulder and gripped the worn piece of folded up

notebook paper.



‘3672 Amberlee Court’ I read as I stepped out the automatic doors and into the freezing December air. I pulled

my black wool coat closer to my body in a feeble attempt to shield it from the cold as I pulled my cell phone out

of my pocket.


I dialed the numbers with shaky fingers as I continued to slowly amble down the crowded Salt Lake City Streets.


As I dialed I silently wondered if David knew I had his new number.

He probably did. He had a way of being a smart *** that way.

I was half scared that Jordin, my best friend, had given me the wrong number. But then the voicemail picked up.


‘Hey! It’s David, but since YOU’RE calling me I would kind of hoped you knew that. Hey Mitch dude! I need my

guitar back you idiot! Kinda can’t write any new song without it. Also I need you to tell Michelle to stop taking

my English Lit book…seeing as how it’s conducive for doing work in class, and don’t forget we’re going to

Barkley’s to hang out with the group. And if this isn’t Mitch, leave me a message anyway.’ There was a slight

pause as I waited for the beep, but to my surprise he spoke again, ‘And if this is Stassi… I don’t know how you

got this number, probably Jordin, but If you don’t mind…don’t leave a message, I’d rather not hear your voice.’


I stopped in the middle of the street. All the wind rushed out of my body. A man bumped into me from behind

and, as he passed, uttered some colorful words at me that I barley heard.

I quickly punched the red button as the voicemail beeped and numbly walked to a bench at the edge of the

street.



“Johnson?”


I spun around in my seat at the sound of the voice. I looked up and saw two figures standing above me.

One was tall with messy brown hair, the other, clearly female was short with wavy blonde hair and a cherub like

face.



“Mitch?” I questioned.


“I thought that was you? I mean how could you miss such beauty?” He exclaimed as he wrapped his large arms

around me.


“Gee thanks babe!” The blonde exclaimed jokingly.


“Oh yeah, uh Stass this is Brooke my girlfriend. Brooke this is Stassi, a friend of mine.”


Brooke’s eyes lit up as she said, “So you’re Stassi huh? Archie never shuts up about you.”


“Really?” I questioned as some faux hope settled in my heart.


“Yeah he’s always talking about how funny, smart, nice, and pretty you are.”



I looked around and suddenly realized that I was standing outside Barkley’s restaurant and pub. Oh joy my luck.


Unfortunately the luck didn’t end there.

“Kensington! White!”


The voice that I had dreamed about many times late at night, the voice that hated me, suddenly called out

behind us.


Brooke and Mitch spun around as I stayed rooted in my spot.


“I thought that was you guys…it’s kinda hard to miss ‘Bean Pole Brooke’.


“Funny, Archuleta.”



The three laughed and I heard the distinct sounds of hugging. The trees rustled loudly as I continued to stare at

the ground, silently thanking god that I couldn’t see him. If I even gave one look at David, I would probably

lose all self control.

Images of David flooded my mind. Us sitting on a blanket outside campus staring at the stars. Us eating at our

favorite restaurant. Us laying in bed naked with the sheets tangled around our bodies, until three in the

afternoon doing nothing but talking and making love.


“Who’s that?” I heard David say quietly.


“That’s-


Before Mitch could finish I spun around and lifted my head, allowing my spiral curls to bounce off my face and

around my shoulders.



His eyes changed from one of pure disgust and hatred. If his eyes were mood rings they would probably be red.

I froze.

This was a bad idea.

So very very very bad.

I wanted to turn around and run away and hide under my pink covers until I died.


Then, with venomous hatred laced in his voice he spoke.


“What the HELL are you doing here.”

Yup. This was a terrible idea.

Great fucking job Stass.
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Reviews as always are appreciated.

[♥ Nessy]

Dude, Michelle Tanner? Like on Full House! LOL! Sorry... Reading...

Okay. Review now. First of all, I totally love the banner! It's gorgeous! Great characters, it's really believable. The story so far is very realistic, and I love it! I'm sad that Rockstar is on hiatus though... I liked that one... But this will be good, too, I'm sure, since you're writing it! PMS!!

<3 Janessa

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EDIT: Cute picture of Daniel... you have them stored away somewhere =P

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Yay yay!! You're writing a new fanfic!! It's great so far, I love it!! Pm me please. =)

[Miss Kate]

HAha Thankyouuuuu guys! I love you! I'll update as soon as I can

[x3sammieluvsArch...]

mmmm, sooo, you should write more....

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[♥ Nessy]

Yeah! Where did you go, Kate?

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