A/N: Ok well I have finally got this first chapter out. (They always say
it's the hardest part of the journey, right? I hope so, because this thing
was a bitch. Sorry for the language.) I am hoping to put up a lot of
different chapters, each with a different point of view. That's why they
are very short right now. I would like to thank my fantastic, wonderful,
talented friend Lauren. Take a bow! I hope you enjoy the story and if you
do please feel free to review! A/N
God she was beautiful. Sitting there, looking at me with those adoring, big brown, beautiful eyes. We connected, sending electric shocks through each other whenever our eyes met. She loved me, and dear lord I can't describe how much I loved her. She was the sun, the moon, and the stars to me. She was my angel, my one and only, my heart and soul. She was my Lady Guinevere, and I was her King Arthur. I looked at her remembering when we had first met, just a few days ago. I had been casually seeing her for a few weeks, and by the passing glances filled with love and longing that she gave me, I knew she was begging me to sweep her off her feet. She was walking quickly down the sidewalk, her glorious back to me and her hips swaying beautifully. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to look at me. We stood there for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes over a distance, just like in the romance novels. She must have been too shy to look at me, thought for she then turned from me and briskly walked away. She also seems very shy about meeting me, for when I quickened my pace to even it with hers, she walked even more quickly, as if running away. I finally caught up with her, in a dark alleyway, but her presence made it seem as bright as the sun to me. Radiance seemed to be flowing from her like a golden river, almost knocking me off my feet in its swift current. I walked slowly up to her, and took her hand. She went rigid and stared at me, chest heaving with passion. I knelt and gently kissed her hand. She went wild. She screamed, fought, and kicked. I lifted her off her feet and carried her to my car. I knew she young and didn't know what love was, and I pitied her, as she was trying to fight against her true feelings. So I let her scratch me, bite me, and slap me, until we got to my car. It took quite a job trying to get her in there, but I finally managed it. Once I had gotten in the car, and locked the doors, we started off. She kept fighting against herself, taking her emotions out on me, but finally she became to exhausted and fell asleep. I took her back to my apartment to wait for he to wake again.
It was a nice place, just a temporary home until I found us a real home to live in. I had already prepared it for her arrival, and it was filled with a joy at the thought of us living together here for a few weeks. For a long while I sat there, just watching her breathe, taking her in with each breath, knowing that soon enough we would spend the rest of out lives together. The feeling that came with that thought overwhelmed me, and not wanting her to see me like that, I took a short drive around the block.
God she was beautiful. Sitting there, looking at me with those adoring, big brown, beautiful eyes. We connected, sending electric shocks through each other whenever our eyes met. She loved me, and dear lord I can't describe how much I loved her. She was the sun, the moon, and the stars to me. She was my angel, my one and only, my heart and soul. She was my Lady Guinevere, and I was her King Arthur. I looked at her remembering when we had first met, just a few days ago. I had been casually seeing her for a few weeks, and by the passing glances filled with love and longing that she gave me, I knew she was begging me to sweep her off her feet. She was walking quickly down the sidewalk, her glorious back to me and her hips swaying beautifully. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to look at me. We stood there for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes over a distance, just like in the romance novels. She must have been too shy to look at me, thought for she then turned from me and briskly walked away. She also seems very shy about meeting me, for when I quickened my pace to even it with hers, she walked even more quickly, as if running away. I finally caught up with her, in a dark alleyway, but her presence made it seem as bright as the sun to me. Radiance seemed to be flowing from her like a golden river, almost knocking me off my feet in its swift current. I walked slowly up to her, and took her hand. She went rigid and stared at me, chest heaving with passion. I knelt and gently kissed her hand. She went wild. She screamed, fought, and kicked. I lifted her off her feet and carried her to my car. I knew she young and didn't know what love was, and I pitied her, as she was trying to fight against her true feelings. So I let her scratch me, bite me, and slap me, until we got to my car. It took quite a job trying to get her in there, but I finally managed it. Once I had gotten in the car, and locked the doors, we started off. She kept fighting against herself, taking her emotions out on me, but finally she became to exhausted and fell asleep. I took her back to my apartment to wait for he to wake again.
It was a nice place, just a temporary home until I found us a real home to live in. I had already prepared it for her arrival, and it was filled with a joy at the thought of us living together here for a few weeks. For a long while I sat there, just watching her breathe, taking her in with each breath, knowing that soon enough we would spend the rest of out lives together. The feeling that came with that thought overwhelmed me, and not wanting her to see me like that, I took a short drive around the block.
