I check the time anxiously and see that it's 1:48 and time for me to leave my science class for the day to catch the city bus at a decent time. The bus arrives and I step on and pay the $1.50 for the all-day pass that will take me to the station and then another bus to take me home.
Nothing seems unusual or out of place but I can't help but have a cold chill run down and a sudden pain shoots through my left cheek as if someone had slapped me. I raise my hand to spot where my skin is burning and feel like punching something after I feel how cool my fingertips are against my skin. I push the urge down into the pit of my stomach until I suppress it down to not even feeling it subconsciously.
We arrive at the station right on time and I feel my head turn to the side to see what had caused such a ruckus in our quiet little town. A tall girl with beautiful long raven black hair and jade green eyes that shine like a pair of the purest emeralds. She runs towards me and pulls me into a massive hug. "I'm sorry but I need to do this. I'll make it up to you later." She whispers in my ear before gently kissing me on the lips. My eyes widen in shock but as I see the threatening men who were chasing her I feel a sudden urge to do everything I can to protect her. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her, after all, she is really hot and in her eyes shine a personality I not only respect but envy.
I feel the stairs of the men who were following her on me and pull her closer. I reluctantly pull away from the kiss and smile at her. "I know, I missed you too but we can't just make out in public every time we see each other. Besides," as I say this a blush creeps up my face and I continue "everyone's watching us."
She smiles at me and then I notice that the party of men has left us alone. I look into her eyes and out of the corner of my eye, I see another party but this time of paparazzi. I look her in the eyes and pinch myself excessively hard on my wrist and see the tears welling up in her eyes. I don't know I knew it would work but it did and I pulled her into my arms. "Hey. it's going to be ok, love. No matter what that jerk of a boss you have does I'll always be here for you no matter what. Your coworkers may say that you didn't earn your job and now your boss might be trying to make it that way but, we both know who you are and that's what matters more than anything. I will never leave your side, Lynn, never not in a million years." When these words come out of my mouth I realize that they all are true everything except for her name as far as I know.
I feel a light tap on the opposite shoulder from the one that Lynn's head is resting on as her tears flow out freely. "Does your friend happen to be the model, Sarah Green?" I hear a gruff male voice ask me.
"No, my girlfriend's name is Lynn Davis. Now please leave me alone, can't you see that I'm trying to calm my girlfriend down here?" I say coldly with eyes colder than ice towards the man. I can't help but internally scorn myself though, it has only been mere moments and I'm already swooning over this girl.
"Yes I can see that, but here's the thing I need evidence that she is your girlfriend little miss. So, when's her birthday?" The man asks me with no regard for her mental state.
"October 11th, 1582, a day that wasn't included in the calendar and would make her a little more than 437 years old," I say with a sarcastic tone and glare.
"What's her favorite color?" He replies brushing off the comment.
"The color of the brains you don't have," I say with a cloying tone.
"Where does she work?" His voice starts to show some irritation as he talks to me
"She's the CEO's assistant at Nuna Business," I reply cheerfully.
"Damn you! If you don't prove to me that she's your, girlfriend, then I won't leave you alone! If you won't tell me anything than just kiss her goddamnit!" The man is full out screaming at us, and then he grabs a handful of Lynn's hair pulling her out of my grasp.
My eyes reflect the coldness of Boreas' grimmest winters and frosted ice bubbles seem to roll off my tongue, however, it's more brutal than beautiful. My heart which was filled with more warmth than the sun mere moments ago is now colder than the driest ice you could ever find. Before I know what's happening I'm singing a song all to familiar to me.
I found someone evil,
Someone unworthy of my kind,
In his heart,
There is a darkness,
No can fight
But I'll have to try,
For the one I love,
Is in your hands,
Someone, so pure,
Someone, so sweet
Deserves to be held gently,
And here you were,
In my arms,
Held close to my chest.
Yet he stole what I love so much
I can't help but hold a grudge
Against the one,
No one lives to challenge again
But I'll have to try,
For the one I love,
Is in your hands,
Someone, so pure,
Someone, so sweet
Deserves to be held gently,
The song I had sung when I was younger to the tune of Jack's Lament from The Nightmare Before Christmas. I stopped the song right there and people were staring at me then they started to applause. The man let go of Lynn promptly and she ran into my arms.
I hold her tight and realize that it turns out that the song does have a happy ending. That strange girl who I held in my arms gave me so much happiness when she asked me out on a date while whispering in my ear.
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