Well, it's Monday again. Nothing much interesting happen that's worth talking about. Haha, wow, that sounded a little negative didn't it? Okay, lets talk about something. Well, I started a new story. It's called Jigsaw. This is my summary of my story (it's a short summary just to let you know):
Catherine Havey and Derrik Maze are two total opposites. They disagree with each other on about every subject. Music, books, sports, movies, etc. You name it, they argue about it. The one thing they do happen to both agree on is the love they share for each other. Catherine's hate for Derrik melts into passion when she realizes that he is the missing piece to her life's complex jigsaw puzzle. 
Hmmm....so what do you think? Sounds good? And yes, of course it is a romance. I'm such a sap! But not in a mushy gooey kind of way. Drum roll please! *drum roll* So, without further adieu, I give you the first chapter of Jigsaw! Yay! *applause* (Oh, and ignore any spelling mistakes I've made. I already know that I have some in the first chapter.)

Chapter 1
Bouncy and exited, as usual, Catherine Havey made her way down the street to her friend's house right on time. She pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, she stepped out of the car and walked up the pourch steps. Before she could ring the door bell, someone opened the door.

"You're here!" the girl sqeaked.

"As promised," Catherine remarked. "Really, Tammy, I would never just leave you with all the work. You need a lot of help. It is the end of the year party by the way."

Tammy pulled Catherine through the door and down the hallway in her house as she spoke. "I can't thank you enough for what you're doing. Okay, so this is what I was thinking. Some streamers could hang from right here," she gestured with her hand to the living room ceiling, "and the snack table can just be like...hmmm...oh, right over there next to the DJ." She pulled Catherine to the kitchen table and forced her to sit down. "Now, I bought a bunch of markers for the sign. You don't have a problem making the sign, right?"

"Of course not."

"Great!" Tammy set a huge white poster board in front of Catherine and layed out all the markers.

The door bell rang twice. Catherine's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Who could that be?"

"Oh, that must be Derrik." She ran quickly to the door and pulled it open. "Hello," she welcomed warmly to the guest. A little too warmly.

"What's up Tam Tam?" He stepped in and handed her his leather jacket. Tammy giggled and walked over to the coat rack to hang it up.

"Why is he here?" Catherine asked when she walked over to the door where Derrik and Tammy stood.

"Catherine, this is Derrik. Derrik, this is my friend Catherine. I hope you don't mind, but I asked him to help. Since well, this party is really important to me and I didn't know if you would be able to set everything up all by yourself."

Derrik's green eyes scanned Catherine up and down. He raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Catherine asked feeling a little self-consions.

"Nothing," he replied quickly. "It's just that....I'm not really suprized that Tammy picked someone like you to help with something this big." His tone was was insulting.

"And why is that?" Catherine growled.

"Now, now," Tammy interupted them. "There is so much that needs to get done before Friday." She started to walk towards the kitchen and motion for them to follow. She quickly handed Derrik some plain white envelopes and a pen. "You work on the invetations, okay?"

"Yup," he said taking it and sitting down next to Catherine.

"Catherine? The poster?" she asked.

"I know, I know. What about ballons? You bought some, right?"

"Oh crap!" Tammy smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "I need to get some right now." She raced towards the entryway and pulled her jacket roughly off the coat rack and slammed the door on the way out.

Now Catherine was the one looking Derrik up and down. She made a disgusted face at his appearence. He had spiky dark brown hair. He wore an dull gray t-shirt and a pair of slightly torn blue jeans. Slacker, she thought to herself. Probably wasted his whole life in front of a computer or the TV playing video games. Something useless like that. Why on earth would Tammy pick him

Derrik grimmanced at Catherine.

"What?!" She asked, annoyed now.

"Green?" He looked down at her shirt.

"What's wrong with wearing green?" She stared at her shirt. It was an emerald green t-shirt with some ivory flowers in the center. She didn't think anything was wrong with it.

"It's such a nasty color!" He complained.

"No, it's a very fresh color. Like trees and other plants."

"Try vomit."

"Vomit isn't always green. And that's disgusting!" Catherine turned back to her work and tried to focus on something else. She wrote "END OF THE YEAR PARTY" on the white poster board with black marker in bubble letters and colored them in with yellow and blue.

Tammy came through the door in a hurry running back to the kitchen. She carried about two dozen ballons of all different colors.

"Okay, which CD do you think I should play at the party; Lostprophets or McFly?" She held out two CDs in front of Catherine and Derrik.

"McFly." Catherine said.

"Yuck! No way! Lostprophets would be way better." Derrik insisted. He took the CD from Tammy's hand and shook it in Catherine's face. She frowned and folded her arms over her chest.

"Well....I kind of agree with Derrik." Tammy's eyes were apologetic as she turned to Catherine.

"But-"

"But what?" Derrik interupted her.

"No one wants to listen to an emo band!"

"Oh, and people love to listen to British bands?" he asked sarcastically.

"Catherine, I'm sure it will be fine. Lostprophets is actually a very good band." Tammy set the McFly CD down on the counter next to the fridge.

Catherine set the markers down and reached for her jacket, putting it on while she walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Tammy asked, startled.

"Home. I'm obviously no help here. Derrik seems content with making all the desisions." She stormed out of the front entry door. It was raining outside so she put her hood up and continued to walk to her car. When she opened the door she saw Derrik running after her, soaking wet.

"Hey, you!" he shouted.

"Leave me alone." She shut the door and started the car, thankful that the heater worked.

Derrik knocked on her window. Annoyed, she rolled down her window and glared at him.

"What do you want?" She asked impolitely.

"You're being very rude. Just because Tammy didn't want to go along with your desision doesn't mean you should-"

"Of course I'm being rude!" she interupted him. "You're annoying the heck out of me!" She started to roll the window up but he quickly stuck his hand in the car and grabbed her fingers. "Let go of me," she growled.

"Stop ignoring me."

"Fine," she sighed in fustration. Derrik let go of her fingers and took his hand out of the car.

"Look," he finally said after a minute of silence, "we must have something in common."

"Like what?" Catherine asked unwillingly, looking away.

"Well, what is your favorite soda?"

"Lemonade. I hate soda. Too fizzy."

"Oh." He was silent for another minute searching for a question that they would agree on an answer. "What about books?"

She raised one eyebrow. "You read?"

"No," he admitted and looked down. It was still pouring rain and Derrik wasn't even wearing a coat. The both of them were idle in the driveway for about five minutes.

"Well, not that this isn't fun," Catherine started sarcastically, "but I need to get home and you know...."

Derrik sighed. "Whatever. But I will find something that we won't disagree on." He smiled a small crooked smile.

"Good luck with that. But really, I doubt you'll have any luck." And with that said she drove out of Tammy's driveway and headed home with Derrik still watching her.

Catherine needed to distract herself on the way home so she played some loud music, singing along. Usually she didn't do that but she was in desperate need to get her mind off of him. No matter how loud the music was, it wasn't enough to get the vivid image of Derrik out of her head. She hated him. So annyoing, horrible taste in music, and badly dressed, she repeated in her head over and over again. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

When she got home she went to bed right away, though it was only 8:00. The sooner the better. Slipping into her pajamas and under the covers. She slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

(To be continued in chapter two! I might post that chapter later; next Monday maybe.)
Well, I have to go now. I need to "finish" my homework (I never totally finish my homework; I always leave it unfinished, just to let you know if you were wondering about the quotations). Talk to you later! Bye bye!
        
         -Kelly