I've had this idea also for a very long time. Just a transition from the SE universe, to normal High School. It's like the other end of my fanfiction. In one, I just add a boatload of characters. (My Destiny My Fervent Plea) Then in Twinite I place them in a slightly more normal high school, and now finally they're normal students. Well, other than the other one where I have them as actors and stuff (that's sort of more normal…not really). But I hope you guys don't get discouraged because I haven't updated the other in so long. Please be patient, because you'll soon find an explosion of updates in your emails. Thank You ~ webidolchiu94
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He's just some gate-crasher.
It was this thought that had prevented her from approaching him before. Not that she wanted to in the first place, or so she kept telling herself.
"You're so...hypnotizing," crooned the stereo in the background.
But somethingabout this guy struck a chord in her soul. Incidentally, that was his name, as she had quickly learned from the stranger himself.
"Could you be the Devil," sang the air around them, "could you be an Angel?"
No one could see them, shrouded in shadows in musk. In the dark of the closet they forgot their troubles. Faint notes of pop diffused through the door the two teens were pressed against.
His eyes, redder than a bleeding sunset, cut past her cold and uncaring shell. Like he understood her completely, although it was the first time they'd ever even seen one another. But it definitely wouldn't be the last.
"You're so magnetizing," continued the music, the bass beating in time with their heartbeats.
Truly, though, the question that really mattered was:
What exactly were they doing? What were they going to do? Obviously, along the way someone thought it would be a pretty funny idea to throw a bunch of pills into the punchbowl. Otherwise, this situation wouldn't have happened otherwise. It was a miracle, actually, that everyone at the party wasn't making enough of a ruckus that the neighbors didn't feel the need to call the police.
"Soul, " she whispered. "Soul."
His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.
Autopilot. That' pretty much what they were running on. It would leave some to question where the chaperone had dissapeared to. To answer that: He had a pretty hefty swig from the same punch bowl.
So basically there was nothing to stop this.
But the sad thing was, she would wake up the next morning in a closet with only the lingering of his scent to remind her. A distinct mix of vanilla and cinnamon that would remind her that she was left alone.
That she was once loved.