I thought I should add some new blood into my library before continuing on with other stories. If you've been a reader of Outlaws, you'll find that this is completely different. This is mostly a romance tale about Jenna and Isaac. Isaac is a popular novelist and Jenna is an amateur musician that gets gigs in a bar. I was inspired by Gravitation, which I've been watching over and over lately.

So yeah that's pretty much it. I'll let my typing take me along for the rest of the job.

And just to be clear, Isaac, Jenna, Mia, and Garet are all 19. Felix is 21, Piers is 23, Ivan and Sheba are both 15.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Golden Sun.

PINPOINT

Chapter 1: Rescue in the Shallows

I cannot get a good start on this new novel. My fingers stroked the keys of my precious laptop without having anything to say. I glance at the time. Already two hours past midnight. Had I really been staring at this black document page for six hours? It seemed like only a few minutes ago I sat at my desk, attempting to get a simple word which would get me working.

It's odd. What used to inspire me a few days ago now seems so primitive and out of line. I cannot get any new idea to come to me.

I sat there, tapping my fingers against the flat surface of my work table for another good twenty minutes before deciding to give it up for the night. I stepped away from my computer and pulled on my coat. I needed some air…and maybe a drink.

After wandering the streets in my car for another hour I gave up on the drink. Stepping into a bar meant that I'd probably leave drunk, a woman hanging at my arm, and I'd awake in my bed, having no memory of the person lying next to me. I wanted to avoid that waste of time tonight. No, there was a place where I wanted to try and revive my poor writer's soul.

I haven't been in this park for a while now. I used to go here to think while no one was around. I'd be surprised to find someone here at the moment. This is the time when sleep usually comes to you. This is the time when normal people go to bed. I hardly slept lately. My mother would call me some sort of vampire if I'd ever tell her.

I came across a bench and sat down, letting the cool breeze of the night brush through my untidy blond hair. Somehow, I thought this place would give me an idea, that it would extend to me a hand and drop inspiration into my own. It's weird, that night I pleaded anyone who could hear to help me spark the source of my talent back to flames full of fury and passion. I think that somewhere above, someone may have heard me after all.

As I placed my head into my hands as to drown away the fatigue, I heard a scream. A scream coming from a horrified throat which was in need of a savior. I don't know what made me leap up and follow the cries of this damsel in distress, but next thing I knew I was looking for the cause.

I found it near a fountain. Two men. One keeping her hands into her back and another holding her head steady, her nose scraping the surface of the water. I smiled slightly thinking of the reaction my poor mother's face would give me if I ever told her that I was not the only vampire who roamed the park so late. The funny remarks soon left my thoughts as I saw the man holding on to her head push it into the basin of water. I heard the girl's stifled cries (and I might add a good amount of muffled swearing) and I saw her trying to fight her oppressors off.

I know that I got angry, which doesn't happen often. I try to suppress strong emotions as much as I can but that night, I felt anger boiling inside of me. The first man was punched strongly into the stomach, and then kicked into the head fiercely. Without anyone restraining her arms, the girl attempted to fight off the other man who still had a firm hold on her head. I could see from the first glance that she wasn't going to manage. She was in luck however. After seeing what my temper had done to his friend, they both fled, afraid of much worse.

I watched after them, disappearing into the woods. I then turned my gaze to the damsel no longer in distress. She had dropped to her knees, breathing heavily. I wasn't surprised. A minute longer underneath the water and she would have suffocated. I slowly walked towards her, debating to ask if she was alright or to silently evade myself into the night.

"Thank you." she said in between breaths, her face still turned away from me.

"This isn't really a place for defenseless girls at night." I told her with a tone slightly going to arrogance. "You should be more cautious."

It's at that moment precisely that she turned around and made me a prisoner of a feeling so strange and unexpected to me…on her face was a vexed look, probably from my comment about being defenseless, and with a familiar distortion of exhaustion, mostly around the eyes. She stared viciously at me with her maroon eyes, seeming almost red in the faint glisten of the lampposts. Her hair was long, auburn, and wet. It had been let down, covering some parts of her face. She only wore a simple green tank top and black jeans. And into the soft light, I saw her shiver slightly.

I was somehow enchanted by every single detail about her.

"Oh I would've loved to defend myself," she said, standing up, "only it's a bit harder when your head is being held under water. Want to give it a try?"

She was a bit shorter than me which I couldn't help but find adorable.

"I'll pass." I said, smiling slightly. There was a moment of silence. I hated these. It felt worse when they were with her.

"I'm Jenna." she finally said to break the silence.

"Isaac." I said. I shook her hand, which was trembling.

"Well," she said, letting go, "I better be on my way."

Jenna began to walk away. I admired her silhouette in the pale glow of the lanterns before having an idea.

"Do you live far?" I called back.

She turned around. I heard an almost mute gasp escape her lips. "On Edgar Lane." she said.

"Then not far." I said. "Look, it's late. I wouldn't be gallant if I let you walk after saving your life." I beckoned this soaked angel to follow me.

I had parked just outside the park. I unlocked the doors and opened the one on the passenger side for her. She hesitated for a moment, and then got in. I sat at the driver's seat, turning my keys and letting the engine purr.

For the whole ride she sat there in the leather seat, her legs crossed and not saying a word. I watched her from the corner of my eye. Was that a slight blush I distinguished on her face? I never knew.

As I turned on Edgar Lane she asked me to stop the car. "I'll walk from here." she said.

"Will you be alright?" I asked, my arm resting on the steering wheel as I braked softly.

"I think I can handle a minute long walk to my own home. There are no fountains around to drown my head in so I should be fine."

That last comment brought a smile to my lips. "Watch out for birdbaths." I said, turning my face towards her as she opened the car door. I think I heard a short chuckle. She was about to close the door but I called her back for the second time that night.

"Jenna." I said, digging into my coat pocket. "Take this." I handed her my card. "It might be useful to you if your head is ever into the water again." She took it and smiled slightly. I think she blushed again.

"Goodnight." she said shyly.

"Sleep well." I said before she closed the door. She crossed over to the sidewalk and walked away. I sighed. I wished she could have stayed a while longer. I nostalgically drove away, not realizing then that this was the inspiration I was waiting for…

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I got back into my car after a very steamy conversation with my publisher. It wasn't only the fact that I hadn't reached my deadline, it was also the fact that my latest novel hadn't sold as much as the previous. Which meant that if the one I was working on at the moment didn't have anything fresh about it, I would be out of a job…why was inspiration so hard to find in this city? I banged my head on the stirring wheel and breathed in. And just as though the sky was trying to match my mood, it began to rain.

I drove off, hearing the violent drops of rain hitting the car's metal and windows.

Best thing to do was to get back home, try advancing at least a little.

I pulled out of the large parking and my mind went back to the scene of the fountain for probably the thousandth time that week. Soon past the after-glow of my meeting with Jenna, I couldn't help but ask myself questions about her. Who was she? Where was she now? Why were those men attacking her? Were they going to look for her again? Not that he was worried…she seemed like the kind of young woman who knew how to defend herself. But still, there must have been some sort of reason why she was being attacked…

I figured I'd never really know. Though I had given her my number, I didn't think she would call me. She seemed like a proud person...which was regrettable.

The rain continued to pour down through the city as I continued through a green light…and then braked as fast as I could. A shadow was standing in the rain, apparently frozen. Her long auburn hair was soaked again…just like the night I had met her.

Well that's it for now. I've been planning out this story for a while now. Hope you'll enjoy it.

All reviews will be read and appreciated.

Miyu.Lara