Unrequited Love
Co-Written with SOLmaster11. A girl with a fire personality; a boy with an icy heart; having to meet eye to eye, they will need everything they have to defeat Vlad Plasmius. PhantomxCarrie The D-Phantom belongs to SOLmaster11.
CHAPTER 1
A girl with long golden brown hair and golden brown eyes was sitting by herself in a Café not far from the Casper High School. She was sipping hot coca carefully as if she didn't want her hot pink colored lips to be stained by the brown liquid she was drinking. It was late in the afternoon, and it appeared to be after the school hours. For the Café had a few students drinking hot coffee or eating bagels. The sun was setting peacefully behind the buildings and it shown through the windows upon the teenage girl. She flicked her long brown hair off her shoulders and fingered a black chocker that had a pink gem hanging from it. She was wearing an elbow sleeve length black shirt with pink rims and it showed her midriff. Covering her slim legs was tight black jeans with a styling brown belt and black pink rims boots. Anyone who knew her, especially her best friend Samantha Manson, called her The Sarcastic Queen. But her real name was Caroline "Carrie" Savannah Francess.
Carrie shifted her eyes to glance toward the door as it opened making the bell ring to signal of a new person to come in for some coffee. She saw it was a good looking young man almost about her age; maybe a bit older. He had dark hair that was gelled back and he wore a jacket with baggy jeans. She stared before glancing away to avoid eye contact. She didn't feel much like trying to get his attention. He may be handsome in anyone's eyes, but he looked too fancy to her. She kept her head turned away to avoid eye contact with this guy; wasn't any of her business on what he was like. If he wanted to talk to her, he was allowed, but she wasn't the type of girl any guy can just go out with. Her personality was part of the problem; not to mention her picky ways of finding the right man. It had to do with more than just outside look, for even if the guy was handsome and his attitude was ugly on the inside, then Carrie would say no to him.
Uh oh, Carrie had made eye contact with the handsome teenage boy. But it was partly her fault since she glanced up to look at the sun and there he was standing just a few feet away from her. Her golden brown eyes caught his dark blue ones and they stared for a few seconds before he gave her a smile. What he got in return was a slight scowl before she turned her head away. His smile faded before he made up his mind that maybe he can talk to her. She probably was playing hard to get; most girls were like that. So he walked up to her and stood beside her, while taking in her appearance; like most guys, they always took in the girl's face first. This girl had no glasses, no freckles (although he thought he can make out tiny dark spots on her cheeks that told her she used to have some), no acne, and her face was decent enough. He had seen beautiful girls before; more so then this girl; but she was pretty enough for his taste.
He then took in her body outline. She certainly was slim, but not stick-like and it did look like she was the type to exercise to keep her slim shape. Her breasts were not that big and that made him slightly disappointed, but she had nice legs as far as he can tell. Before he can go any further, the girl shifted her pretty golden brown eyes to glance up at him. Her expression showed him that she was annoyed. She then spoke in a sarcastic yet slightly sweet voice, "Can I help you? Or are you the type of guy who likes to stare before striking up a conversation?"
He shook his head at her slight rude remark before he said smoothly, "That depends. I just came in here to get away from school life. What is your name?"
"Sarcasm."
The young man blinked at the answer. "Excuse me?"
The girl tucked a piece of her loose golden brown hair behind her ear to show a bright pink earring before sipping gently on her coca; she then answered again, "I'm known as The Sarcastic Queen." She then gave him a smirk, "But you can call me Carrie…"
He stared and smiled, "Carrie the Sarcastic Queen, huh?"
She gave him a look, "Yes…what's your name?"
"I'm known as Eric. But I have no nickname." Eric shrugged and gave her a charming smile; but she just snorted and glanced away; he then heard her say,
"Don't worry…I have one for you…Eric the Flirty One. How's that?"
Eric stared again before he said in a slow voice, "Are you always this rude to everyone?"
Carrie giggled, "No…just to guys who think they can flirt with me just to go out with me."
Eric frowned ever more at her answer; this wasn't what he expected, since most girls usually are easy to him. But this girl was telling him not all females were easy to seduce. He shook his head to get his common sense back and he said in his still polite voice, "Well then...I'm just curious on what a pretty girl like you are doing alone in a cafe...you look like the type who can easily have a boyfriend..." He was dropping hints, obviously.
Carrie just frowned and replied in her usual sarcastic tone, "Well, you seem to still think you know what I have and should have."
Eric was now getting frustrated; the girl was making it clear she didn't want to be hooked up. Not by him at least, and he turned toward a few guys who stared at him and Carrie during the exchange. They were giving him the same look as if saying: "She is no easy girl, give it up." He snorted before turning back to Carrie who just continued to give him her cocky look, before he walked off without so much of a goodbye.
She then gave a secret smirk that meant she was possibly glad to finally be rid of him as she continued to sip her drink with ease. After finishing her coca and paying her bill, she stood up and gave a few of the guys who were staring at her a dirty look before walking out. The sun shined down to show the start of evening; Carrie flicked her hair slightly and began to walk home. She realized her mom was going to be home soon. Her mother Lauren Francess worked as a doctor at Amity Park Hospital; she was the best doctor and it made her daughter slightly proud of her. But Carrie still found her mother to be annoying at times...well ok, most of the time.
As soon as she made it home, she found her mother's car parked in the alley beside the house and sighed. She knew what was coming inside; but she opened the door and saw her mother putting her car keys on the hook, "Hello mom..." Carrie greeted.
"Caroline! Oh it's good to see you are home!" Lauren said as she rushed over and hugged her only daughter in a loving embrace as Carrie snorted.
"I'm REALLY glad to be home, Mom." Carrie said in a dour tone as Lauren finally let go.
"Why honey, look at you...everyday you are growing up...it seems like only yesterday..." Lauren started to tear up, "That I held you when you were a baby..."
"Oh boy...here we go..." Carrie mumbled and started to walk away to avoid her mom's story of her as a baby.
"Caroline, where are you going now?" Lauren asked as she watched Carrie walk away.
"Upstairs like I always do." Carrie answered as she continued to head up the stairs that led to her bedroom; which would help her avoid her mother for the time being. As the young girl opened the door to her small yet well kept room, she smiled slightly at the comfort it brought her. It soft shades of pink went out to her, not in an irritating way, but it gave her some peace to know that even if her mom did try to invade her personal space, nothing can penetrate this nice room. Carrie sat on her bed while grasping her journal. She always had a few things written down to make sure she kept up her list of things to do. As she leaned down slightly, her long brown hair got into her face slightly and she blew the golden brown strands off before she began to write.
Another day to go by; and another guy I shot down. This is the third time I've been hit on by some guy. Maybe that teen kid didn't know me. If he did, he wouldn't have asked me in the first place.
She stopped writing and glanced up to see a picture of a girl who looked very much like her, only wearing a black with white gloves and boots jumpsuit, hair the color of storm clouds, and eyes hot pink with an eerie glow to add. Not to mention a speeding C with a small A attached to the bottom emblem on her chest with the symbol earrings to add. Carrie smirked as she got to her feet and closed her eyes imaging herself that girl.
"Going ghost..." She whispered and bright red light rings appeared at her waist; they then split apart, transforming into the girl in the picture. In fact she was the girl in the picture; she was her alter-ghost ego, Carrie Angel.
Carrie was only half ghost. She had gotten her powers some time ago in a lab accident. Thanks to her unobservant mother, she had required these ghostly powers when trying to see what the heck her mom was doing with some portal thing that didn't work. And while trying to get it to work with her friend Sam watching, it activated and sent a powerful surge right into the young girl's body. Since then, Carrie has been living as the half ghost girl she is with only her friend Sam and mother Lauren knowing of the powers.
Carrie smirked in satisfactory at the fact she had transformed. She knew in her right mind that this one of the reasons she couldn't go out with a boy; because no man would understand what she went through. But, not that she mind that. Then Carrie bent down a little as her whole body turned intangible, and then she flew up at fast speed, phasing through her ceiling and into the sky. The feeling of flying always got to her. It gave her this wonderful feeling of knowing she was free to enjoy it. And no one can tell her otherwise. She smiled feeling the wind blow through her long silver flowing hair as she closed her eyes to let the float feeling sweep through her.
"Who needs a guy when I'm happy just the way I am?" Carrie whispered to herself as she opened her eyes again to see some storm clouds come storming off from the west. That told her a big thunderstorm was coming; and it wasn't going to be a very pretty one.
She just shrugged knowing she'll be just fine when she got home. Maybe her mother will make some nice hot chocolate; one of the few things Lauren was good at cooking up. As Carrie landed to watch the world below her go by to carry on their predictable lives, she thought about how her mom and even Sam wanted her to find a guy in her life...
Flashback~
"Caroline, how come you never try to go out with any boy?" Lauren asked for what seemed to be the 100th time for Carrie; she was sitting next to her best friend Sam Manson on the couch of the living room. Sam was a Goth girl, wearing black boots, black jeans, chains hanging off of them, two black bracelets on each wrist, a black with a purple cat long sleeved shirt, black hair short to the shoulders, and violet eyes that pierced right through you. But Carrie and Sam were the best of friends anyone can see, despite the outside differences they seem to have.
To answer her mother's question, Carrie replied with an uninterested tone, "Because I refuse to."
"But that's no excuse! When I was your age, I always went out with boys!" Lauren sighed sadly as she rubbed her brown hair.
Sam folded her arms and let her eyes lay on Carrie, "You know, Car...maybe you better find some guy to go out with...before your mom has me go insane from all her stories of when she was OUR age..."
"Whose side are you on, Sam?" Carrie snapped. "You know I'd never date any guy."
Sam sighed as Lauren frowned in disappointment, "Caroline...just answer me this...why won't you date any boy? What is the main reason you don't want to be hanging out a teenage boy?"
"Oh, you really wanna know?" Carrie asked in a sarcastic tone as she suddenly stood up. "Maybe it's because I don't wanna date anyone! Or maybe I just don't see anyone I'd wanna date!"
Lauren frowned before she said in a slump voice, "Where have I steered you wrong..." She turned and walked out of the room still mumbling; Sam stood up beside Carrie and put a comforting hand on her shoulder before saying,
"Don't worry, Carrie...I'm sure you'll find the right guy..."
Carrie just rolled her eyes, "Don't know Sam...I think ALL guys are the same...no matter who are what they are...besides...what guy will find some half ghost girl like me attractive?"
Sam shrugged, "Well...no matter form you are...you still are pretty...more so than me."
"That's not the point. No guy will date a freak like me..."
"You're not a freak," Sam said as Carrie lowered her head.
"Says you." Carrie groaned as she turned around with her head still lowered.
"Ok...at least not to me or your mom..." Sam admitted before she said with sympathy, "But I'm sure you will find the right boy who likes you for who you are...and not just for your looks."
Carrie kept her gaze away and didn't answer.
Back in the Present~
Carrie wondered if Sam was right. Maybe she will find the right boy who will love her for who she really is. A pretty half ghost girl who just happens to be sarcastic and strong willed. But chances of finding a guy like that were slim to one. Especially when so far she had met only guys those are pretty much immature. She frowned when she felt a raindrop hit her face. She glanced up to see it was starting to rain. She took off to get home before it got worse; and turned intangible to avoid getting drenched.
"What boy will like me anyway?" She whispered to herself as she flew on home.
As she passed by an alley below her, she didn't notice something go through the back wall as it phase right through it. It showed a tall figure dressed in a dark brown cloak. Even with the rain coming down very harshly, the figure paid no heed. The head of the figure glanced up and we can see it's the face of young teenage boy, with snow white hair and intense green eyes; he looked like he was looking for something...