The Boy with the Blue Eyes

Meet Jamie Levy. Just your ordinary city girl in California. Until problems pop up with her brother, Josh. What happened to Josh? What's the real reason he didn't come? Find out in "The Boy with the Blue Eyes"


2. A Budding Friendship: Part 1

"The problem is Josh.." he said back, rather upset.

"What, is he not coming?" I genuinely asked. We might fight.. a lot.. but I would feel kinda lonely without him there.

He looked at me with sad eyes and said, "No, something's come up. I know, Amy- er, I mean - your mother, and I should have told you earlier. We just didn't want this to affect your decision on coming with us."

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Jamie, your mother and I.. are getting a divorce.." He looked at me then, to see my expression. Except I don’t think he saw anything, because I was expressionless. Ouch.

"Wha- what?" I was finally able to say with tears threatening to fall. "Ho-how could you n-not have told me this before? Is this why Josh isn't coming? Cuz' he doesn't want to live in a broken family?! Huh?!?"

"Honey, it's not like tha-"

"Then explain! Why are you doing this??" Mom came in then and asked "What's with all the shout-" and once she saw me, tears streaming down my face. She knew. "Darling, I'm so sorry.." Before she could finish, I was already running up the stairs to my room. Slamming the door shut behind me, and throwing myself on the bed, letting the tears fall. That's the last I remember before escaping this messed up world, and into a dream.


"Josh!! Please! No!! Please don't do this! Don’t leave me here! I can’t do this without you!!" I was screaming my lungs out. Why? I have no clue. My vision was blurry, and I was on the floor. It was raining.

"I'm sorry Jamie.." and he fell…


I woke up gasping for air. Thank God it was just a dream. I decided to go back down stairs, where my parents were still there talking. I couldn't bear to look them in the eyes.

"Are we going.. or what?" I coldly said. Still nit able to look up. I heard them get up from the couch as I made my way out the door. I'm still going camping, just not with them.


When we arrived at the campsite, my back ached because I was basically slouching the entire way. It felt good to stretch.

"Need any help with your bags?" dad asked. I was finally able to look at him with an icy stare.

"Just leave me be.." and I got my bag, my tent, and my flashlight and settled on a little area that wasn't too close, or too far from my parents. I may be upset with them, but hey, I'm a teenage girl alone in the woods! I grabbed my tent out of the bag, and attempted to build it. Every time I thought I had it, it just collapsed in front of me. UGH!! I slumped down on the ground in defeat.

"I see you're having trouble. Do you think I could help you out?" a voice said. I looked up and saw a teenage boy- about my age - with brown hair and blond streaks. The boy had ocean blue eyes, and a smile that was to die for. He cleared his throat and I noticed I was staring.

"Sorry.." I blushed.

"Hmm.. It's fine. Ughm.. Do you need help with that tent of yours?" he asked again. I gladly accepted and he got straight to work. He was done pretty quickly, and his attempt didn’t fall flat on the ground like mine did. I thanked him, gave him a smile, which he returned, and he left. Just like that.. interesting. Didn't even catch his name.

The next day was pretty uneventful. I spent most of time searching for the boy with blue eyes, without any luck. I decide to take a walk around the campsite just to get my mind off things. I hear footsteps coming from behind me and when I look around, it's him. I smile at him and wave. He returns the favor and says "Hey! Still having tent problems?"

"Hi! Haha, and no. Thanks again for helping me"

"No problem. The name's Niall by the way."

"Jamie" I said back with a smile, and extended my hand. "Nice to meet you" He took my hand and shook it. I have a feeling we are going to be good friends.

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