Alone With You

By Mia Salvano

XXXKIDXLIZXXX

A/N: Ok, I know that I'm supposed to be updating Light Up The Night. I'M SORRY! I really just wanted to write this. And I was asked how old I was, yes I am 13. (Explains my amateur writing, right?) Anyway, hope you enjoy and review!

Chapter 1: Fire Alarm

Kid's feelings had continued to grown since day one of meeting Liz. At first, it was lust from the fact that she could preserve symmetry, and now in later months, he believes he has fallen in love with her, gotten to understand her. He knew almost everyone of her secrets, and she knew almost all of his.

Except for the fact that he was in love with her.

Her ash hair parted to the right, her right leg crossing the left, her elbows propped on her desk, her chin resting in her hands. Her half-lidded blue eyes seemed deep, like a never ending pool of cool water, bright and breathless. Her plump pink lips wet with gloss, her cheeks blushed, her lashes fluttering with every blink. Kid made several observations about her, staring at her, just several feet away from her, if he reached he could touch her, she seemed so close…

She's a diamond in the rough.

Her unsymmetrical posture didn't faze him like it should have, how her leg crossed and her hair parted, but today, her messy look seemed beautiful. She seemed to glow, like the whole room was dim except for her tan figure sitting dangerously close.

His mind wandered, creating a mental list of everything he loved about her, how she was dangerous but soft, loud but calm, irritated but patient, good but…bad. She was bad for him. She was different than most girls. She was a street thug, a former Devil of Brooklyn, a bad influence. She was exhilarating, strong, thrilling. That's one thing he liked about her.

She had a soft side, paranormal things made her skin crawl. She still stayed as brave as she could, but usually collapsed. Her fear was much more realistic than Kid's, which was disorganization and imperfection, but everyone had a fear, right?

But the number one thing about her soft side that he liked: no one can stand in front of what she believes in.

Her emotional bravery was incredible. She had grown on the streets with Patti, mugging to survive, so they could eat that day. At several times, Liz had gone a week without eating so she could give what little she had to her younger sister Patti. Every day, she lived with the memories of her life before the streets, since she could remember, unlike the youngest pistol. Dealing with that horror every second must have been like having endless shots of spikes dumped on her chest, adding bricks to her back, knowing she has to hurt innocent people just to feed her little sister.

She rarely cries, unless it's quick squeals in fear from monsters or ghosts. Come to think of it, he's never seen her actually cry.

But she cries. Night after night, she cries for her sister, not remembering have the stuff Liz witnessed. She cries for the pain she experienced, the stress, the scary realizations that she may have to starve herself so her sister would live.

And she's never seen him cry over anything but symmetry.

I cry for her.

He cries often for Liz, letting loose tension of the pain he feels for her and her sister's past. Knowing that it must have hurt her, it killed him.

When she walked, her feet went in a straight line. She was like a model without even trying.

Her graceful steps put him in a trance, how her hair lay on her shoulder, silky strands sliding onto her back.

"Kid!"

Kid whipped around for the sound, and spotted Soul walking toward him. "Hey," he said, his hands shoved in the pocket of his black jacket. The collar was popped, which annoyed Kid.

"Hello, Soul," murmured Kid, glancing back at Liz, who had turned the next hall over. His chest sank before he turned back to face Soul.

Soul had watched Liz as well, and Kid's expression. "So you like her?"

"Actually, Soul, I have a question on what I should do because if I hide it any longer I'm going to explode."

"Alright. Hit me."

"I want to tell Liz that I love her."

Soul stifled a laugh. "Dude? Love? You love her? What about her?"

Kid was a little offended at Soul's reaction. "Just…everything."

Soul widened his eyes. "Um…Kid….most guys our age don't fall in love with chicks like that. You sure it isn't chest her butt and chest?"

Kid's jaw dropped in anger. "Obviously you wouldn't know about love. Maybe you were the wrong person to ask."

Kid spun on his heel, but Soul grabbed his shoulder. "Hey man, wait; I know how you can get her."

"And how would you know?" asked Kid curiously, but still skeptical.

"Girls like Liz, they like sex. Lay her."

Kid rolled his shoulder off Soul's hand and shoved him. "You're a prick, you know that?"

"I've heard."

"Take it into consideration, you douche," said Kid, stomping off down the hall.

"What an idiot. I'm not going to let him embarrass himself," whispered Soul, walking in the opposite direction.

Kid found himself pacing around the school, ignoring warning and final bells. He knew he was late for class, but he didn't exactly care. He was way too busy thinking.

What the hell, Soul. You are so heartless! He does get the girls though, and that's not what I want. I don't want all the girls. I want a girl. As in one. Elizabeth Thompson…

His mind skipped to her face again, her flawless complexion, full lips, ocean eyes, beautiful smile. In his mind, she was perfect. She was daring but subtle, and he found it different. She was disturbed but sane. He liked her dark side. It was…thrilling.

"Kid?"

Kid paused and turned over his shoulder. His heart took a double take to see it was her.

"Kid?" she repeated.

Kid sighed. "Elizabeth…" he breathed. Liz shot him a confused look. "Um…are you okay?"

Kid realized what he had just done, and quickly tried to repair the embarrassment. "Oh! I just got done running through the halls. Out of breath," he heaved.

"But you said Elizabeth."

Shit.

"I, um, Liz, can we talk?" he sighed, motioning for her to follow him into a supply closet. Liz's expression was clearly displaying utter confusion, but she took a few cautious steps into the closet.

As Kid shut the door behind her, he flicked on a light. "Liz, I need to tell you something important. This moment feels like do or die for me, and I-"

~*^WEE OH WEE OH WEE OH^*~

Liz's head twisted around and back to Kid. "Fire alarm! We got to go!" she exclaimed. She opened the door, letting in a flood of noise of people frantically walking down the halls to the exit. She grabbed Kid's wrist and dragged him through the pack of people.

Dammit! Thought Kid. I was so close!

As they weaved through the crowd and out the door, they never noticed Soul's smile.

Got'cha, asshole.

Okay, the end for now! Sorry this is short. I might not continue, but I KNOW I need to put in at least one more chapter for Light Up The Night. I will continue if I'm told to! Bye for now!
XXXKIDXLIZXXX (Mia)