Demon (BoyXBoy)(On Hold)

II - two

Seconde chapter, WOOT! The song is mayday parade's the last something that meant anything, anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter two

Storm P.O.V.

He'd been following me again.

He'd been thinking of me too.

I could tell.

I don't mind though, in fact fact, the boy - Ivory - made me feel an emotion I had never felt before. I almost felt nervous around him, I almost felt like I cared, I almost felt like every time I saw him, the beat of my heart would speed up.

Of course that notion was complete idiocy, I've never even had a heart to begin with.

That didn't stop my dreams of his beautiful blue eyes, or the jealousy I felt whenever that Bitch of a cheerleader came around hanging off his arm almost like she was showing off a prize. It did bring some relief, though, seeing the terror in his eyes whenever she came around. it showed that he wasn't so stupid as to fall for that sad excuse of a woman. It was upsetting at the same time though, because I didn't was my Ivory to be in pain because of some bimbo.

My Ivory? Where did that come from?

I sat thinking, cigarette hanging carefully between my lips, perched on the top of the old school this town held. it was slightly over the age of one hundred and I had gone to this school when I was young. It was meant for children from the ages of four to thirteen, I was in the fourth grade when I left, transferring schools, moving out of the country after the incident. I always felt like this city was my home though, it was where I'd always belonged.

Ivory had gone to this school too. He'd never approached me, and he obviously didn't remember me, but still I liked the thought, it seemed comforting somehow.

He intrigues me.

It can't be more though, god, it couldn't, I would hurt him, if it did.

I was known for being the worst boyfriend on the planet, once I got what I wanted, I would through my partner away, leaving them in the dust. No one had ever known about my true self, well no one other then my father.

I wonder how Ivory would react if I told him...would he be frightened? Would he be repulsed? Would he run and hide? Or stand there frozen?

Him and that fine ass of his....

I licked my lips thinking about all the wonderful things I could do to that ass...

Oh, dear lord what's wrong with me?

I have to stop thinking like this! He's so much better off without me, I can't be selfish about this, I can't hurt him. He means too much.

Why does he have to be so goddamn sexy?

I carefully raise myself up, to look at the dark sky above. I take one last drag of the cigarette and drop it to my feet, crushing it with my converse clad foot. Then whisper, to no one in particular "fuck It, I wanna meet this kid."

I spread my ashen black wings swooping upwards into the clouds. I can't help but to keep on thinking about him, I feel like I can trust him. For once I want to tell someone my secret, I want someone to know who I am, what I am, even if it frightens him, I just wanna try.

I swoop down again, dropping into a park I'd never seen before. I look around then think of Ivory's face, teleporting myself to his location.

I arrive in a modern looking kitchen, with a granite counter tops and white and black cupboards. Then in the middle of the room stands Ivory, looking down at what appears to be a note on the island.

I walk out of the kitchen, mindlessly wandering into what looks like a front room, then started to think, when would be a good time to talk to Ivory? I didn't want to do it tonight, it'll seem too rushed, plus it's almost ten O'clock, he won't be thinking properly. I'll do it Monday, give him a weekend of peace, but at what time? I don't want it to be too early, he might have plans...8...that sounds good, I think. Then reach into my back pocket pulling out a little slip of paper with the time written on it in dark black ink.

I carefully bend down to lay it on the floor, when all of a sudden I see him walking in. I was so startled I didn't even remember that I could become invisible at will. luckily he doesn't notice me and keeps walking. Then he stops, and I can hear his heart rate picking up.

He's noticed me.

I smile to myself, wondering what's going through his pretty little head, then decide it best to go before he sees me.

I disappear in a cloud of black smoke.

8:00p.m. Monday night,

it's a date.

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~Chemical