Unfinished Story

I just recently wrote this story but it is unfinished. I was wondering if somebody could give me any advice on where to go. I would like something different not original. I need a title to!

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Spelling & Grammar ( I know I am terrible)



At twenty three years old I graduated from the University of Southern California with a degree was in photography. After graduation I moved back to my hometown of San Diego, California.
With two older sisters, I grew up from a female dominated family. My mother who was a teacher at a local elementary school and my father who was a working business man never let us get away from anything. We were taught to say Yes Sir/No Sir to whom anybody we came across that was older than us. My eldest sister, Sarah was five years older and the middle child; Ana Marie was two and half years older than me.
I was the tom boy of the family. While my sisters would be inside doing their hair or fussing over another break up, I was playing outside or surfing. Throughout my whole life, I was always in the water. Whether it was swimming, boating, water skiing, parasailing, or surfing; nothing could keep me out of the water. Surfing was, by far, my favorite water sport. I took surfing lessons at the age of ten and took up the sport through high school. By my senior year I was team captain and had excelled in winning many awards.
After I graduated from college, I took a summer internship at a local photography shop hoping I could eventually get a job. I rented a small apartment about ten minutes walking distance from the beach and twenty minutes driving distance from work.
At the time I was not dating anybody. My love life proved to be almost non-existent. I only dated a few guys throughout high school and college but they lasted no more than a few weeks or months. Every man I dated never seemed to fit up to my standards. I wasn’t a selfish person, I just had higher expectations. But none of this frustrated or aggravated me. I knew that the right guy would come along one day.
It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, the beaches packed, and the waves were big. The ocean was cold as usual, but I had become accustomed the water.
After an hour or two, I decided to catch the last wave. Before I knew it the dark blue water had hit my face with incredible force. I swam up to the surface and got on my board. Before I paddled in, I heard a guy snicker,
“Are you okay? That looked painful”
“Yeah, I’m alright. It probably looked worse than it felt”
The man laughed and questioned,
“Do you surf much?”
“Only since I was ten, but now I don’t get as much time to make it out here. What about you?”
“I grew up surfing as well, but life has given me little time to get out here. But whenever I’m in town I try to hit the waves”
The man seemed a little taller than me with brown or blond hair and bright blue eyes. His dark complexion made up for years of sun, and I knew he I was from around there.
After realizing I dazed off, I told the man that it was nice to meet him and started swimming in. I didn’t get very far before he yelled,
“Hey, I didn’t catch your name!”
I yelled, “Lauren”
He yelled, “Matt”
As I swam back into shore I couldn’t stop thinking why he looked so familiar.


Throughout the rest of the week I couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was something about him that looked so familiar. By the end of the week, I wanted to see him again.
About a month later my life was back to usual, except there was no sign of Matt. It was almost as if he disappeared. So I simply moved on with life and forgot all about him.
On my way back from work, my phone rings.
“Hey you”
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” Laura asks
“I’m going surfing, but that’s about it. Why?”
“There is this guy I want you to meet.”
“And who is this guy?”
“He is very nice, has a decent job, and is good looking.”
In hesitation I respond, “You know I’m not in favor of blind dates”
“It won’t be he’s coming over tonight. Do you want to meet him?”
“I don’t know”
“Come on, please?” she insists
“Fine, what time?”
Before I knew it I was driving to Laura and her husband Eric’s house. I arrived and was greeted by the happy couple. They told me my mystery man would be arriving soon. Laura offered me a glass of wind and we talked about the week.
A little while later, mystery man arrived. He talked to Eric before coming to where Laura and I were standing. When he came closer, I recognized who it was. He obviously realized who I was and smiled.
“Is your name Lauren?”
I smiled before answering, “Are you Matt?”
Eric and Laura were speechless. They looked at each other, then us, and questioned in unison,
“You know each other?
“We me surfing about a month ago”
The rest of the night was filled with laughter and endless smiling. Matt and I caught up like old friends. We talked about surfing, hobbles, family. But what took me by surprise was what he did for a living. After he asked me what I do, he smiled and told me,
“I am in the band called Borderline. We are kind of alternative, rock, pop; we are classified many genres.”
Then it hit me, I finally knew why this guy looked so familiar. My best friend Alexis and I had gone to many of there concerts. In a almost embarrassed look, I laughed and said,
“You probably get this all the time, but you’re my best friend’s favorite band.”
He laughs and questions, “Oh really?”
We casually talk the rest of the night. At one point in the night, Laura pulled me aside and tells me that we look like we have known each other forever. I explained that this is the only the second time we’ve met. She giggles and whispers I think he really likes you. I whispered back, maybe I do to.
- This Next Chapter Should is later on in the story. I still haven’t decided what to write to fill in this gap. –


On a late night in February, my sister, Sarah called me. As soon I the answer the phone, she immediately starts talking.
“Hey guess what?
“What?” I questioned
“You are an aunt to a beautiful baby girl!!”
“What! I thought you were due next month”
“I went into labor late this afternoon and Brian rushed me to the hospital. Before we knew she was born.”
“Congratulations. What’s her name?”
“Her name is Alexandra Marie, after Ana. She was 5lbs. and 18 inches long.”
My eyes became glassy after I heard her name. Our sister, Ana Marie, died in a car accident with her boyfriend a couple years before. Even hearing her name had become difficult. But to hear that my sister named her daughter after her was breathtaking. I was proud to be her aunt.
Three weeks after the baby was born, Sarah was supposed to attend a conference for a week. Knowing that she would have the baby the following month, she made plans on attending. Her husband, Brian, was also supposed to be away for business that same week, this left no one to care for there new daughter. Sarah called me up and asked if I could take care of her for a week. Thankfully we had the week off due to a mishap in our schedule. I took the challenge and figured it would help whenever I do have kids.
After a couple days of having a newborn to take care of, I felt like I knew what I was doing. Besides sleeping issues, I was happy and excited to take care of her.
One night Matt calls, and causally asked what I was doing that evening. In hesitation I told him that I would love to do something but I was taking care of my newborn niece the whole week. He offered to come over and watch a movie together.
Within a hour I heard a knock at my door. Still feeding Alex, I opened the door. He grinned and smiled before kissing me.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired, but that’s it. I kind of used to it know”
When she finished the bottle, I burped her, and then laid her down to sleep.
“Have you gone surfing yet?”
“No and I think I am having withdrawals. It’s the only downside to this”
He laughs and responds,
“Hey I could watch her tomorrow morning, if you want to go.”
“Would you really do that?”
“Yeah I’m up for the challenge.”
“Well thank you that would be great”
The rest of the night we spent talking and watching a movie. A few times here and there I would get up to cater to Alex’s needs but otherwise it was a quiet night. Alex had been a very good baby.
The day was closing in, when I fed her. Exhausted I laid her on my chest and fell asleep in Matt’s arms. Later Matt would tell me that most of the night he marveled how beautiful we looked together.
The following morning Matt, who was still at my place, took care of Alex while I went out surfing. After an hour I went back to my apartment. When I came back, I found Matt and Alex asleep on my bed. I laughed and joined them.

The night was gloomy, as the moon cast its shadows upon us. Winter was quickly turning into fall as the temperature changed. The air was still brisk and a slight breeze blew over us.
Before we knew it, the tour was over. I was sad to say by to everyone but I knew it was only a matter of time before we would be together again. Life at home changed.
We walked silently, hand in hand, around the park until Matt stopped at a small tree. It was about our height and underneath it laid a small plaque. I could feel my throat constrict as I was trying hold back the tears. The plaque read, Michael, gone but never forgotten.
We stood there, and I waited for him to speak. His hand tightened before he whispered,
“Michael was my older brother. He died in a car accident with his girlfriend a couple years ago”
When he spoke he looked into the horizon and his voice was soft. I could see his eyes had become glassy by the time he finished. Next to his brother’s tree, another tree was planted adjacent to it. It to had a small plaque laid upon it. The plaque read Ana Marie, gone but never forgotten.
After a long but comfortable pause I whispered,
“I knew your brother Michael”
We turned to face each other just as he asked, “How?”
I tried my best to hold back my tears before I whispered,
“Ana Marie, was my sister and Michael’s girlfriend”
I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and before I knew it I was crying into his chest. He quietly whispered I’m sorry over and over into my ear. When my crying subsided, he looked me into the eyes and said,
“My brother would have wanted me to do this”
As quickly as the words left his mouth, he was kissing me. The kiss was full of the most passion and desire. His cold hands slowly moved up my hips to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I quietly whispered in his ear,
“My sister would have wanted me to do that”
Later that evening, we decided to go to the beach. We lie down on the beach and looked at the sky. I lay close to him to keep warm; he puts his hand around me.
We talk about whatever comes to mind and time seems to be nonexistent. He whispered in my ear if I wanted to go back to his place. I whispered yes in his ear. He smiled and kissed me beneath the stars.
When we arrived at his place, the clock was nearing twelve. He told me to help myself to anything and that he was going to get a sweatshirt.
His house was located on the beach where we met what seems like years before. Various pictures scatter throughout it, many of family, friends, and a few of the band. I came across a picture of my sister and his brother. I picked it up and walked out onto the deck.
My hands were shaking as I held it. It was the last picture we had of them and was taken a few days before the crash. Michael was kissing Ana Marie on the cheek and she was laughing. As I looked at the picture everything came back to me, the crash, the phone call, the sadness, the agony, and most of all, the pain. I looked out into the darkness and listened to the wave’s crash on the shore. I remembered how much Ana Marie loved the beach. She loved to bake all day in the sun while admiring the cute boys walking past her. I always asked her to come out and surf with me but as she did a few times, most of the time she stayed on the beach.
Just as I was reminiscing, Matt walked out and quietly muttered,
“Are you okay?”
He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. Without looking away, I lay my hands on his. He concentrated on the picture that I had in my hand and murmured,
“Do you miss her?”
“There are no words to describe how much I miss her. She was my best friend… my mentor…my sister...”
As I trailed off, he whispered, “My brother. My only brother…he was my best friend.” He sighed before adding, “Before he died, he asked me to be his best man in his wedding”
Surprised, I turned around to face him and muttered, “Michael was going to propose to her?”
He quietly whispered, “Yes”
The tears came back and I was crying again. In my tears I cried, “She never got to say yes”
Matt comforted me by saying, “They loved each other more than any two people I know. I know she would have said yes.
As he held me while I cried, he said, “I love you and I want to have something they never got.”
Confused, I lifted my head and muttered, “What?”
He slowly got down on one knee and through his tears whispered, “Lauren, I don’t want to lose you, I don’t imagine my life without you, I love you….will you marry me?”
By then I was crying profusely and I managed to respond, “Yes, of course I will marry you”
He smiled and slid the ring of my finger. My hands were shaking as I marveled at the beautiful diamond. I mumbled,
“It’s beautiful”
He grinned and responded, “I know, you are”
He kisses me over and over until he grabbed my hand and told me,
“This was the ring that Michael was supposed to give Ana Marie; they found it in this coat pocket at the scene.”
I was speechless. I kept looking at the ring in awe. My emotions had surpassed being overwhelmed.
Later that night we lie in bed together. My left hand was draped across his chest. I was still in amazement that all of this had happened. He kissed my forehead. I looked up to him like a child. He stroked my hair and whispered,
“There is no other person I want to be with right now”