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We all sit on a bench surrounding a black, cold metal pole. “May we start the dares?” Janice says in a soothing yet cruel voice. She is obviously thirsty to see people tied to the pole. Everyone nods. I nod so I won’t get in trouble.
“I’ll start.” Janice says. “Christopher, I dare you to come over here
and kiss me.” She says delightfully. She loves him obviously. He then, gets up and walks toward her.
He walks in a comfortable swagger. He then casually, salutes to a girl name Kella, who he likes and finishes his bounce-and-walk technique. He places his hands on Janice’s cheeks, she blushes. And then, he comes in and kisses her.
They both close their eyes. They both enjoy it obviously. It’s a very light kiss at first. It was forced, but now, it’s natural. He gently takes his hands of her cheeks and places them at her hips. Her arms are around his neck. They kiss for a long time and all that people do is sit in awe and wishing that they could have their first kiss like that. Both of them are young. Sixteen.
Then, Christopher starts twisting Janice’s long black hair into curls from its waves. She grabs his shirt and pulls it down. It’s like they’re getting married. But it’s so sweet I don’t even bother saying new dare. No. They are now standing. In love. Love. Such a powerful thing.
Finally they break apart, both eyes as if they just were in heaven. He grabs her hand, makes a little kid go over to his old spot so he can sit with her all night long.
“Alright, my turn” my mother says nicely. She stands up and says, “Ni, come over here and slap me and I’ll slap you back.”
I’ve never heard a sentence like that in my life! Well, at least not have my mother say it anyways. Ni has always wanted to do this. He has hated my mother since she got sand in his eyes in Pre-School. He happily comes up and slaps her right on her cheek. She smiles like she’s about to have revenge-because she will- and slaps him right in the jaw.
He stands there, holding his jaw in pain. It’s bleeding, my mom, has never done that before. She also, always told us not to. They then walk back to their seats like it never happened.
“Okay, my turn.” David says. He looks at me. I get butterflies. I’m nervous. He points at me. He then says, “Jean. Come here and kiss me.”
All I here is Jean and kiss. I then, nervously walk over there. He likes me? I blush a little bit. And then, I pull him up off of the bench. I grab both of his hands, close my eyes and then, our lips collide.
It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. I stop holding his hands and place my arms on his shoulders and tie my hands into a knot behind his neck. He touches my small curves. He rubs my back with one hand, keeps the other on my side.
Then, magically, we start dancing a little bit. Our eyes are still closed. Well, I don’t know about his but mine are. I can hear gasps around me. We are kissing and slow-dancing. I never imagined my first kiss like this. I thought it’d be a grab my hand, I’ll kiss you, we kiss for two seconds, bam, we’re done. It feels great. He then runs his hand up to my top-back and he starts to stroke my hair. He then places his hand back on my left side again.
I love him. I love him with all of my heart. My heart is melting right now. I feel like I could explode in a few seconds. I count down from 3. 1, 2, 3. Nope. Then, I feel something, I feel Janice crying, wishing her kiss was as great as a 13 year old and a 15 year old.
I hear my mom’s sighs and whispers to my dad. Things like, She’s in love and Oh My Gosh!I hear Lulay smiling and laughing a little bit wondering what the heck we are doing.
I then, do something Janice didn’t entirelythink of doing. I un-button every single button of his light blue striped shirt. He doesn’t care. I don’t care. He then pulls me closer. And we start dancing again. I feel people touching my hair like they wanted to do this too.
Then, he slaps people’s hands away from touching my hair. And then he does the same thing, only this time, taking out my beautiful bun. I feel my hair come loose and go down to my mid-back.
And the crazy part is, we’re still kissing, we’ve been kissing for like, five minutes. But it seems like so much longer, and I wish it was.
When we dance by Janice she whispers in my ear, “Lucky!” in a jealous tone of voice. Then I just grin and kiss him even harder. I’ve never made someone jealous before, so, it feels good. I feel like a princess.
We’re both in the same fantasy a few moments later while we’re still kissing. I’m a princess, he’s a prince. We love each other. We’re at a wedding right now. Well, in our fantasy. I’m the bride. He’s the groom.
I snap out of the fantasy and start to cry to myself. Happy cry, not sad cry. I love this moment and as soon as we pull apart, we have that daze in our eyes as if we want to do it again. And we do want to do it again.
“Ya know you’ve been kissing for like, ten minutes right?” Janice says in a snotty little voice. We then, both look at each other and do a small little kiss again. Then, David pushes a guy off the bench so I can sit with him. We hold hands and stare at each other.
“My Turn!” a little girl shouts eagerly. “I dare Kella to kiss Christopher quickly, not like David and Jean did, just a small little kiss on the cheek.”
Then Kella jumps out of her seat and quickly does it very eagerly. Kella’s fifteen. But, I think she lost her chance with Chris after Janice kissed him.
“Alright, that’s all the dares for the night! Every one, you have new assigned rooms, look at the paper on the pole to see who you are with.”
David and I walk over there together to see if we’re in the same room. And we are! We jump with joy and do a small kiss and leap to the house we’ll be staying in.
While we’re walking, David says something to me. And what he says, I love!
“I didn’t expect that kiss would be that great.” He says.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask.
“A good thing, don’t worry.” He says back to me.
I feel like a princess. A real princess! I didn’t expect it’d go that well either! I feel like I could just kiss him all day if I could. But I won’t, Janice is going to do something to me, I just know it.
Part II to the Love Story
Part II to the Love Story
We run out of the woods back towards the town square. And split at Tony Avenue. I run left she runs right to her house. While running, a guy appears next to me out of nowhere. “Stop” he tells me looking like a projection. I stop and he turns into a real guy.
He has a really dreamy hair cut with bangs covering his right eye and blonde hair spiked towards the side a little bit to complete the dreamy look. “Hey. How’s it going?” he asks me in a soft, deep voice. All I can do is smile and pinch my legs so I’ll stop daydreaming.
“Oh,” I say. “I’ve been good.” I say in love a little bit then some kid playing with water balloons gets me in the face and I snap out of it. “I’m Jace.” He says dreamily. “Jean.” I reply back, excepting his hand-shake. He smiles and says to me, “I got to go.” I just smile and wave back as he runs into house number 5.
I walk all the way to the end where house number one sits in place. As soon as I’m at the door, I hear a scream. I open the door quickly to get inside to see what happened. Hate sad parts, don’t read this book! Put it down! If you read happier books, then, your mind won’t be filled with violence! And that’s a good thing.
I run inside the house ad find David smiling with a dagger in hand a pool of blood in front of him and my mother’s body on the floor next to the pool of blood.
“David.” I say in a small voice, fighting back tears.
He turns around and sees me with tears falling from my eyes down my cheeks. He has a gleam in his eye with the word Busted written on his lips to match.
“David!” I am yelling now. “You, you, cuss word! I hate you! You killed my mother! My only freaking mother left! And you killed her! I hate you! Why’d you do that? Huh? Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slaughter you like the way you did my mother.”
He is mouthing stutters. I stand with my hip out and my arms folded across my chest. He looks down and frowns and then tells me why.
“Well, she was telling me that I was way too old for you. And we were arguing, using words like the one you just called me by. So, I couldn’t figure out a way to get her to stop arguing, so I killed her.”
Then I take my knife out of my back pocket again and cut little marks in his arm and legs and say, “So I hurt you.”
Part III of the Love Story
I walk down the disgusting street with no shoes on. The road and walls surrounding me are gray and gloomy. This isn’t a very cheery street. I’ll need to repaint this someday.
I knock on the door with the big five painted in black. It takes a couple minutes for Jace to open the door. I smile when he opens it. He smiles too and we both for the other to hug each other. I just walk in without even being invited in.
“Hey Jean”
“Well, hello to you hotness” I reply back, as soon as I say it I regret and say, “I-I mean Jace.” I have that You’re-so-cute wave in my voice.
I go in and sit on his turquoise and white striped couch, which is so much more comfortable than the one in our house. He turns on the TV and apparently he was watching Cartoon Network before I came over here.
“So, why’d you come over?” he asks. I breathe in and out deeply.
“Well, David, killed my mother, he um, also found out that I am a fictional being.” I tell him. I didn’t want to say I was a vampire, he would probably be a little nervous around me too.
He smiles and tells me, “So am I.” Then, I see him grow fangs. He also gets even stronger. Hello human demon! Bad boy! Mreow!
“I’m a demon.” I feel suddenly, attracted to him, even more than I was before. He says it with a humongous smile with a vacant look in his eye. Most girls call this face, the Hot Hawks Eye. I just can’t help but smiling back.
“You do know, we’re the only types of magical beings that can
date, right?” I say. He nods and leans toward me, I can’t help it either. We just lean towards each other until out lips collide.
It feels great. I’m a princess. It’s hard to believe it’s not even been a day, and I’m kissing another guy. When we finally struggle to compel, but do it anyways, we’re both in a daze. Then I see his lips move and shake my head and blink my eyes really hard.
“What?” I ask quickly
“Do you want a glass of wine, or beer or something?” he asks.
I then get confused and ask him, “Aren’t you thirteen?”
“Twenty-Six years old, actually. I spent thirteen years on Rose Island, another parallel universe.”
I smile and answer, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
Then he takes my hand and leads me into the dining room and pulls out a red wine and some liquor and I point to the wine, liquor’s to strong.
He pours the wine into wine glasses and we say Cheers and take a sip.
I’ve never actually had wine before. But I love as soon as the little bit of alcohol touches my taste buds. I look at the label on the wine bottle and it reads, Cran-Apple Red Wine. I’m satisfied and go back to drinking.
By the time he’s done with his third glass of wine, I take the wine glass away from him ad throw it in the sink and it shatters. Then I turn around and say a spell real quick for it to come back together again.
“I’ve broken something that shall not break, please just put it back together again, that’s a piece of cake.” I say to the wine glass while pointing at it.
Then I lead him back into the living room and lay him on the couch and he just falls asleep. I tip-toe to the door and open it. And as soon as I do, I find David right outside, arms crossed and tapping his foot. All I can do is smile and do a little, Busted laugh.
He yanks my arm and drags me to our house. When we get inside he straps me to the tall dresser and asks me a bunch of questions in pain from the ropes around me that he tied so tight.
Before I could answer any of them, I got out, “Can’t breathe” and he loosens the ropes only tips the dresser towards him.
“What, were you doing?” he asks me first.
“I went over to Jace’s house, got a problem with that?” I reply
back with a little attitude. He shrugs and looks away like he doesn’t care and looks at me and says, “And what were you doing at Jace’s house.”
“Well, we were watching TV and….” Then he interrupts.
“And drank.” He told me. I forgot about the alcohol on my breath. Danget!
“And,” I start. This will make him mad for sure! “We kissed.”
His face turns beat red and he starts to tear the pillows up and the blankets up and when he gets close to me, I bite him. I bite him real hard, although, I only take a little blood with me.
“Ouch! That hurt. Sorry, I just got mad, I love you, and I want you to be mine!”
I smile as I listen. I want to be his too. But I’m afraid, right now, my heart belongs to him and Jace. David needs to tell me what he is, because, if he doesn’t, I will not be able to date him.
“I’ll die for you.” He says to me. My heart then stops all together. He loves me that much? Aw! I feel so special.
“I would kiss you if I wasn’t tied up right now.”
He just pulls me to him all tied up anyways and kisses me. I love him. I love him!
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