Lucy
by Sharra Veltheer
Sharra Veltheer
Published by Sharra Veltheer at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Sharra Veltheer
Smashwords.
Dedicated Josh, who is my love and inspiration for so many things and to all those people who have put up with me over the years!
I love you all.
Preface:
Lucy was inspired by the music from Skillet my favourite band. When reading this, be prepared to cry for it will not have a happy ending.
-xxXo Chapter One oXxx-
-Prelude-
My name is Roy and I'm in love.
Her name is Lucy, she has beautiful black hair, brown eyes and a voice sweeter than an angel's.
"Roy what kind of ice cream do you want?"
Her attitude towards life was unparalleled.
"Roy are you listening to me?"
Right now we're at Seventh Heaven ice creamery getting ice cream.
"Roy, I will hit you if you don't answer me in five seconds"
Seventh heaven was certainly a worth while description of how I felt when I was with Lucy. This ice creamery has got to be my favourite place to be at the moment.
"3, 2-"
Probably because-
"Ow Lucy!" I complained after she thwacked me on the head.
"You weren't listening to me," she shrugged, "What kind of ice cream do you want?" she asked.
"Chocolate" I replied, she nodded and went to the counter to order. Damn, she made me lose my train of thought.
…I remember! I'm in love with Lucy.
She's perfect. She makes me laugh, she makes me happy, and she buys me ice cream.
"You owe me two dollars" Lucy handed me a chocolate ice cream.
Alright, so she'd not perfect, but I still love her. We've been dating for months now and I don't think I've ever been happier.
"Roy, if you don't eat that you owe me four," Lucy pointed to my ice cream.
It was when I started eating my ice cream I noticed three people enter the shop. In particular a small girl with green eyes.
"Are you checking her out?" Lucy asked, she didn't look to happy.
"Of course not." I replied. Truth be told I was, she was gorgeous. I has to listen to their conversation to catch this girls name.
"James, this was an awesome idea y'know." the tall guy said to the shorter guy. I didn't want their names, I wanted hers.