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The boy was a strict Catholic. He was a boy who went against all stereotypical boys. A tall, slim Italian with long black hair and delicate creamy skin. He was soft-spoken, thoughtful and dark. If it wasn’t for the hints of masculinity on his body and face, people would have mistaken him for a (some-what pretty) woman. If someone asked the boy what he most liked about himself, he would most probably reply, “My eyes.” They were indeed, the best features he had. Some people, if you asked them, would say that they were the eyes of the devil. Others would say they were the eyes of a broken soul. While some would say they were the eyes of a fallen angel. His eyes didn’t have a definite color. It was a deep, inky black that sometimes flashed a violent purple. However, if you glanced at them, you might catch a glimpse of flashing gold and blinding white. It differed for everyone.
He was only 17 when he saw her.
He remembered seeing her at the pew, her head bowed and her golden hair cascading over her face. He had walked up to where she prayed and he kneeled down next to her, bowing his head while trying to catch a glimpse at her hidden features. They stayed like that for over fifteen minutes. Both curious about the other and both trying to figure out each other’s facial features. After a struggling fight, he stood up and sat back on the wooden bench. The mysterious girl muttered her finishing prayer and she too sat back on the bench. The two stared at each other.
She was an angel. Her eyes were bright blue, flashing and blinding him. Her lips, a soft rose color and her skin was a delicate white. Her hair flowed around her head like a halo and he half expected to see a pair of majestic white wings to uncurl from her back. She was wearing a sea blue dress that stopped short of her knees and a small silver cross hung at her slim neck, catching the candlelight and winking at him every now and then.

He was only 17 when he lost his innocence.
She was 18.




"May I?"
I looked up, heart thudding. It was her - my mysterious angel.
Swallowing hard, I nodded and moved my books to make room for her. She sat down with a soft sigh and ran her fingers through her shimmering hair. I stared.
She was wearing a pair of deep blue skinny jeans which hugged her slim waist and a modest black T-shirt which had a slogan stamped across it in an angry red - "RAMONES".
I tugged at my school uniform self consciously as she studied me with sly eyes.
"You come here often?" She waved her hand at the park.
"Yeah, now and then," I smiled.
"You should come here at three in the morning."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because I'm telling you to."
"But I need my sleep," I pointed out.
She shrugged and flicked her hair out of her eyes. "Trust me, it's worth losing sleep over."
"Trust you? I hardly know you."
"Of course you know me. I know you."
I stared. "What? You do?"
The girl leaned back and closed her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her soft lips as the sun hit her face. I ran a hand over my eyes and smiled, bemused and utterly confused at the same time.
After a long while, she opened her eyes and looked at me.
"You're the boy who stares at me whenever I go to church."
"And you're the girl who stares at me whenever I go to church."
We both smiled at each other. She held out a hand and I took it, surprised at her strong grip and horrified at my sweaty palms.
"Angela."
"Jay."
"What does Jay lengthen to?"
"What?"
"Well," she blew her hair out of her eyes with a grimace, "no-one has a name like Jay. It's got to lengthen to something - like Jason...or Jarred."
"It's just Jay."
"You're bullshitting me."
"No, just Jay."
"Just Jay?" She laughed.
"Just Jay," I repeated.
"Bullshit."
"What sort of a name is Angela?"
"There's nothing wrong with Angela."
"Exactly."
"Yeah...but still. Jay."
"My name's not that funny."
Angela screwed up her face and stuck her small pink tongue out. "Jay is pissed off?"
"Jay is not pissed off."
"Well then, Jay can buy me an ice-cream," she winked, jumped from the park bench, and ran towards the park cafe with an exulted 'whoop'.
"What does that have to do with me being pissed off?" I yelled after her, grinning.
"Everything!" She yelled back.




More coming soon...






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i want to know more about them.....
does this have something to do with bad stuff about God and church????????
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I loved this story!!! You are amazing, I loved your details, your descriptions! Your story telling!! Please, proceed with this one... I swear to you, this one is one of the best I read here...please dont stop writing...
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amazing!!^-^ lolz lyke elanra-chan said, i love ur details nd descriptions!! they're really good!! when i read da title, i was lyke wows iz dis gonna be lyke romeo nd juliet? cuz it kinda reminds me of them XD when i read da story, i thought maybe iit will be!! but dis iz lyke a more upbeat nd cheerful beginning version XDD cant wait 4 wat happens next btw X3
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wow very mysterious XD
^_^ i cant wait until the next chapter XD
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lol thanks everyone!! i will now proceed to write another installment. +__+

and this....i guess will have some sort of romeo and juliet element to it.....but it won't be based on it.

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ps. no, this will have nothing against God and the church. after all, I am a strict Catholic. xDD
but it won't have any "God is my Savior" stuff in it either.
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Continued....


I got to my feet, and pushed my fringe from my eyes and watched silently as Angela disappeared into the cafe, her golden hair flying behind her, catching the sinking red sun with a marvelous glare.
My grin faded into a soft smile as I made my way after her, my fingers checking my pockets for change. The air was still and quiet, and the park was nearly empty except for a couple of homeless men who were already asleep as the sky rapidly turned a rich crimson. Birds sang to each other as they fluttered about in the trees, getting ready to settle down for the day, and cars rumbled past on the road behind me, beeping at each other angrily and engines growling as they waited for the traffic lights. I was nearly at the cafe, wondering if Angela had already ordered the ice-cream - when something struck me. Hard. And painfully.

The wind was knocked out of me as I felt a sharp heavy blow in between my shoulder blades. I bent over, gasping for breath as a wave of bitter agony tore through my back, gnawing and growling like a ravage animal. My knees trembled and I fell forward, scrabbling out for some sort of support as my knees gave way. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as the wave of pain intensified, making my back feel like a hot plate about to break from the sudden burst of white hot heat. A growl escaped from my throat and I dimly heard myself say, "What the hell is going on?" before the world shimmered on the brink of unconsciousness.
And when I thought I couldn't take it much longer...when all that existed was the pain...when my mind was brimming over with intensifying agony.........

...the pain disappeared.

And a momentous stillness hit the air.

A cool relief washed over my body as I fell forward onto my face, breathing hard into the tickling grass. I lay like that for a while, heart thudding in my rib cage ready to burst free, and my mouth dry and sandy. A million thoughts running through my head but none gave me the answer I was looking for.
"Just Jay?" A soft timid voice broke the trance.
My head shot up and I saw Angela. Her eyes were huge and her soft lips were an angry red from biting them.
Shaking, I slowly and cautiously got to my feet as my hand leapt up to the top of my back, feeling around for any sign of damage.
"Jay?" Angela repeated, her eyes flashing dangerously.
I quickly gave her a reassuring smile and lowered my hand after finding no wounds or tell tale signs that something had just struck me.
"I'm fine," I replied shortly, wiping the sweat off my face.
"But...what happened?" She looked from me to the ground, her eyebrows contracting her expression into a troubled frown.
"Nothing," I said, forcing myself to give a short laugh, "I must have fainted or something. From the heat."
"From the heat? Jay, it's not even 20 degrees."
"Yeah...well ever since I was a kid I was really bad with the heat. I used to faint everywhere when that heat wave came two years ago." This was true. I was terrible with the heat. I said this more for myself than for Angela, even if I did know that a lot of things didn't add up or make sense - it was something to latch onto.
She gave me a scrutinizing glare, her quick eyes searching my face for answers - and gave up when she couldn't find any. She gave a sigh and placed a hand on my arm.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded and forced a smile. "I am now."
She stared at me for a few moments, unsure if she should kidnap me and take me to the nearest hospital or if she should believe what I was saying. She must have chosen the latter because she gave me a curt nod and hugged her arms around her.
"Maybe you should go home. You can buy me that ice-cream tomorrow."
I nodded, slightly shaking and feeling extremely weak.
"Same time, same place?" She asked. "But only if you're up to it."
"Sure," I said, and this time my smile wasn't forced.
"Would you like me to walk home with you? Just in case," she added hastily.
"No...really, I'm fine. I can manage."
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you dying on me before you buy me that ice-cream."
"I won't die. I promise."
She smiled. "It's a promise then. Don't break it."
"I won't."
"Okay...well...I'll see you then Just Jay. And take care of yourself," she added.
I nodded and watched her turn around and walk away, her long hair cascading down her back, a soft luscious red in the sinking sun, and her slender arms extended high above her, stretching.
I smiled to myself, and the previous events flew out of my mind as I watched her, my stomach churning painfully - but in a good way.
All that pain seemed worth it.
But I would soon regret those words. And meeting Angela.


To be Continued...


PS. The spaz attack will become more clearer as the story goes on. And this first spaz attack is a vital part of the story. ;)
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xxuseless-bulletsxx wrote:

lol thanks everyone!! i will now proceed to write another installment. +__+

and this....i guess will have some sort of romeo and juliet element to it.....but it won't be based on it.

^--^

xx

ps. no, this will have nothing against God and the church. after all, I am a strict Catholic. xDD
but it won't have any "God is my Savior" stuff in it either. ;)


i am a strict christian....
but i'm not catholic....

anyway, just read the continuation.... it was awesome!!!! seems like the spaz attack was a start to what you said tragedy...
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yep!!

and theres more to come....+_+

i love making my characters suffer....**maniac laugh**

but then I do love rewarding them too. ~_~""

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Continued...

"Jay you're going to be late!"
Behind my close eyelids, I saw a flash of bright red as my younger sister drew the curtains, the sun slamming into my room like a hound let out of its cage, searching for the hunt. I rolled over onto my side and groaned, covering my eyes with an arm and tried to block out Dhianne's voice. Bad idea.
"Jay!" I felt the covers fly off me and a rush of cold wind flew in around my body, making me curl up into a ball.
"Jus' one more minu..." I moaned, huddling from the sudden chill.
A hand grabbed onto the back of my shirt and tugged. My eyes snapped open and I let out a somewhat girly squeal as I fell onto the hard wood floor. Giggles flew through the air and I squinted up at Dhi, rubbing my head and trying to scowl without crying. Her large bottle green eyes glared at me mockingly and her short chocolate brown hair hugged her face, making her look younger than her fourteen years. She was already in her school uniform - a modest red tartan skirt that stopped short above her knees, a white blouse with a red tie, her chest hugged by a black vest (not a school uniform - Dhi likes to be...different), and long white socks with a pair of love heart studded Chuck Taylors.
"You're so mean!" I mockingly whined.
"Stop being such an insolent brat and get ready for school!" Dhi pouted and placed her hands on her slender hips.
I pretended to be shocked at her language and lunged at her roaring: "Don't speak to your elders like that young missy!"
She screamed with laughter and ran out of the room with record breaking speed, her footsteps receding as she hastily made her way downstairs into the kitchen.
I let out a heavy sigh and picked myself up form the icy floor, scratching my head as I made my way into the bathroom.

I leaned back into the chair, sitting on the two back legs, and put my Converse obsessed feet onto the edge of the desk. Damn Converse.
The kids were all outside, playing with each other and ripping balls out of each other's hands. A bunch of conceited Neanderthals - all a bunch of phonies. But before I managed to become like Holden and end up in a mental institute for delirious delusions that I was some magical man who could fly and catch kids falling off cliffs - the door creaked open and Simon walked in, looking pretty depressed if I say so myself.
"Yo," he greeted me and sat on his desk next to me, his long blond hair sliding into his eyes.
"Get a fucking haircut," I teased, kicking his desk.
He growled at me and pushed back his hair, revealing two pools of intense azure. He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow.
"And so says the manly woman," he muttered.
I kicked his desk again, harder. "What the hell did you just say, Johnny?"
"Nothing," he laughed breezily. "And never call me that."
"My hair isn't even that long, Johnny."
"It's a lot longer than mine, Sarah."
"That's pathetic, Johnny. And my hair isn't long; I just got a pair of scissors and chopped up my hair so now it looks long in some parts and short in others. The end."
"Why do you even call me Johnny? And why the fuck would you do that?" He laughed and shook his head, either at my stupidity or at the ridiculous conversation. I concurred. This was quite a stupid conversation - even for us.
"Because you look like Johnny Depp, who was stupid enough to dye his hair blond once. And I was drunk."
That killed him. I waited patiently for him to calm down and he grinned like hell at me through his fringe as he wiped laughing tears away with the back of his hand.
We sat in silence for a while, not in an awkward silence, but in a comfortable silence - like...the silence where you both know you don't need to say anything to each other. Yeah, it was that sort of silence. But then again, that sort of silence can be dangerous.
I laid my head back on the wall behind me and stared at a glimmer of sunlight that pooled on the ceiling of the classroom. It shimmered and jumped as the curtains in the open windows blew in the soft breeze, sending a cool relief in the stuffy room. The curtains were heavy and a deadened grey, so when they flapped in the air, they looked like a bunch of trunks that belonged to a dozen mute elephants, waving their trunks about in the air, silently trumpeting at each other.
"You know, I heard about you," Simon said softly, not looking at me.
I stared at him for a while, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about, and then went back to staring at the sunlight on the ceiling.
"What?" I asked, tersely.
Silence. I glanced over at him from the corner of my eye. He was picking at the desk and he looked at me frequently. He seemed tense, uncomfortable...afraid, even?
"What?" I repeated, this time facing him.
He looked up at me and his face flushed a deep red.
"I heard...I heard from Phoebe..." he paused, coughed nervously, and continued. "Phoebe told me you were bisexual."
I stared at him for a long time. Then I burst out laughing - a high-pitched nervous laughter.
"I knew you weren't!" Relief flooded his face, the blush receding, and he grinned like a maniac.
I stopped laughing and I averted my eyes, disappointed. My heart sank at his reaction and I let out a soft sigh.
"Simon..." I said softly. "I am."
Boy, you should have seen that guy's face. It was classic I tell you. And if it wasn't for the events that followed that moment - I would be laughing right now.

The first time I noticed boys was two years ago - when I was fifteen.
The idea had crossed my mind quite a number of times, but I was thoroughly freaked out by them and tried to suppress them - to no such luck. And then...and then I met Johnny.
Johnny Giovanni was the most gorgeous human being I had ever laid eyes on. He had the smoothest, creamiest skin that was soft to the touch, and he was tall, taller than me even, and slim. Not bony slim, but slender slim. He had the largest, deepest eyes that were a sparkling grey. It wasn't even that dull type of grey...more of sparkling silver. If I gazed into his eyes for too long, I feared that I would fall into those sparkling wells and be trapped in them for all eternity. That was how intense his eyes were.
But it wasn't just his eyes that caught my attention. His hair was so black, it shimmered dark blue under the sunlight. He had long skater hair that always seemed to be shaggy, and he was the only guy I had ever met who could actually look gorgeous with messy hair. And the whole time I knew him, he always wore jeans hung low on his hips and a shirt that screamed out against any political views that he disagreed with.
The day I met him, it screamed, "We'll trust you when we want the world to end!"
I remember when I saw him for the very first time. He had sauntered into the classroom with a lazy grin, his hands in his pockets and his eyes sparkling. He laid his eyes on me and we stared at each other for a while before he winked, and turned around to inform the teacher that he was new.
The teacher said something, but I couldn't hear. All I could hear was my own heart beating a million miles an hour, each heartbeat beating just for him.

Johnny Giovanni.











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what the hell??????
what happened.... what cliff hanger.... :))
and he's bisexual...
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lmao. sorry about that. but his sexuality and his past infatuation with Johnny Giovanni does have alot to do with the story. it's gonna be one major drama after another! yaaaay! and d/w angela isn't forgotten. ^^
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MAN YOU ARE AMAZING!!

You are way better than I always hoped to be... you write like a professional, like someone who earns from his writings...your descriptions are so detailed yet not too much, makes it sooo easy to imagine and the words you use!! GOD! how do you find them?!! its always the perfect one... I envy you.

I applaud you on foot... and when I am buying your books from the stores I'll turn to the person next to me and say "I knew him once" proudly...

please please continue, i even dreamt about your story.
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MAN YOU ARE AMAZING!!

You are way better than I always hoped to be... you write like a professional, like someone who earns from his writings...your descriptions are so detailed yet not too much, makes it sooo easy to imagine and the words you use!! GOD! how do you find them?!! its always the perfect one... I envy you.

I applaud you on foot... and when I am buying your books from the stores I'll turn to the person next to me and say "I knew him once" proudly...

please please continue, i even dreamt about your story.


lol. Wow...thank you!! :D

Um...I'm not sure where the words come from...I just sit down at the computer and type whatever comes to mind. All this you see here is made up on the spot and rarely revised. xDD It's a bad habit, but I can't stop. ><

You dreamt about my story?? What was it about?
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I saw what you wrote and it kinda kept going... I can see Just Jay and Angela when I close my eyes... (well I have an extremely wild and vivid imagination)

and also, dont revise and edit...I really dont think it can be any better than this... I mean it man, I read thousand of books and......the way you write............*just nods and sighs*......excellent...

if I could be 10 % as good as you are I wouldnt have to worry about anything...anything at all!!
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