A/N: Hey guys! XD Guess what?! Since You Have Got To Be Kidding is ending soon… I'm making a new story! Anyways her it is! Just so you know I wrote this on paper first then I… Lost it… (/.\)

~Fang POV~

I lazily padded across my dark brown, almost black, wooden floors. They creaked lightly as I stepped on them. To anyone new, they would be annoying, but since I've lived here almost fifty years I've gotten used to it. Yup, you heard me right FIFTY years.

Allow to shed some light upon the subject…

~Flashback to 1929~

I was sitting in a large oak tree, enjoying the views. To my right there was a sparkling lack that was calling my name on this scorching hot day. In front of me was a large open field filled with cattle grazing in harmony with some wild horses. My absolute favorite spot, the woods was behind me. I loved the woods because everything was so peaceful and wild at the same time, there were no restrictions. To my left was my house. It was a normal house, red brick, large glass windows, and wooden doors.

My thoughts were interrupted when my mother Anne yelled, "Nickolas Ride! You better not be in that tree! So help me…" Yup that was my mom. She hates it when I'm in the tree, she thinks I'm going to fall and break my neck. "Get down here Nick!" She yelled up to me.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I mumbled. I began to carefully work my way down the sixty foot oak. I put my feet on a branch when I heard a loud crack, and suddenly my feet were dangling in air as I watch the branch plummet sixty feet to the ground before breaking into little pieces.

My mom stood in horror as I began to fall sixty feet to the ground. I closed my eyes right when my back met the ground with a THUD! I brought my knees to my chest and began to open and close my mouth, trying to take back the air that was taken from me.

Then I realized… Shouldn't I be dead? At least shouldn't I have some broken bones? But I didn't have any. I looked to my mother. "Is it true? The… Curse?"

That was when I realized curses weren't just in fairy tales.

~End of flashback~

So like I said, the Ride family is cursed. Every thirteenth son is cursed with being stuck at the age of eighteen until they find their true love. Granted we do feel pain but it is minimal. We also age to eighteen but then we just… Stop. The catch? You feel all the physical pain your love does and the worst… When your love dies, so do you. They could be anywhere in the world or live right next door to you.

I have basically given up. You know the last person in my family that has found their true love? No one. That's right, no one.

With those thoughts aside, I walk to my dresser and pull on a pair of black men's skinny jeans, a black loose fitting tank top, and my black and white vans. I run my hands through my hair and grab my, you guessed it, black backpack and jog to the bus stop.

A/N: So guys… Tell meh what yew think… Should I continue? Should I just stop ow while I have some pride left? Jk. But seriously tell meh what you think. Yes I know this is short but its cause its a preview