MichelleAngela is here!
I haven't written for awhile, but college has been crazy! Here's my new one-shot for Valentine's! Hope you enjoy it!
Love at First Words
Jelline grimaced from where she sat on the couch watching the old children's television show, Rugrats. She shot annoyed looks over her shoulder towards the bedroom where her roommate was showing her boyfriend a "fun time." The moans and groans echoed into the living room, emitting louder than the television volume was allowed to go.
"It's called a hotel for a reason." she muttered, clicking off the television. The first year young college woman, dumped the remote onto the battered couch and grabbed her purse from the armchair. There was no way she was going to stay here and suffer.
She jammed her feet into a pair of black flats before going out the door, her brown leather jacket halfway on. Striding down the hall, she slid into the elevator just as it opened and pressed the ground floor button. Feeling relieved, Jelline leaned against the wall and took in her reflection in the stainless steel.
Unfortunately, she was considered short for her age, her friends calling her various nicknames like leprechaun or mutchkin. It was cute in high school, but now it just annoyed the hell out of her. She had pale blonde hair, a little past her shoulder, which, contrasted nicely against her light skin and green eyes. If anything bothered her, it was the freckles that were scattered across the bridge of her nose. It seemed unattractive.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened and Jelline stepped aside to let in a mother and her two kids in first before she walked into the hallway. A loving couple, not ashamed of being in the public, were wrapped so tightly around eachother against a wall, that Jelline could barely make out whose hands belonged to who! She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the displayed affection and headed into the cool night.
She shivered as a gust of chilly wind swarmed her and in response she wrapped her arms around herself in means of gaining more warmth. Her first destination was to go and see her best friend, Priscilla on the other side of town, but she figured that she was stuck at work doing some overtime.
Instead, her only option was to roam the streets and as much as she loved the city, she disliked it's compassion to the national holiday, Valentine's Day.
Yup. It was February the fourteenth, her day of bad luck.
Ever since Jelline was a little girl, she could not remember ever having a decent Valentine's Day. Probably the first and ever memory was when her father came home with a red rose and handed it to her, along with a thousand hugs and kisses. And then, he left, disappeared right out her life on the same day. She had shouted some harsh words and cried nonstop, but everything else was a blur, before she recalled her mother storming into the room to the house to explain why her father will not compete.
"Dumb holiday." she muttered and turned into an alleyway for a shortcut. "Why is it so hard to find love?"
"Are you lost?" a deep husky voice boomed from the darkness. Laughter followed.
"Umm..." Jelline was planted to the spot, her brain and body functions temporarily shut down. She felt him, drawing closer, but it was too dark to see. She brandished her purse. "H-here, you can have anything... anything you want."
"Anything, huh?"
"I - "
She was stopped abruptly as she felt arms encircle her waist. A gasp of surprise escaped her, before she was pushed up against the wall, her head knocking against the brick. For a second the world flickered and blurred and she let out a scream, but not a soul heard her cry . She was on her own. Tears stung at her eyes as the violator ripped open her jacket, his lips pressing abusing kisses on her exposed neck..
"GET OFF OF ME!" she exclaimed, smacking and hitting at his head. "STOP IT! HEEELLP!"
The man smirked, but when he kissed her again, Jelline clomped her teeth onto his tongue. He jumped away in reflex, letting out a string of curses. Taking this as her chance, she dashed for the alleyway entrance, but he snatched her by her hair and threw her onto the ground.
"You're gonna pay for that, you bitch!!" he exclaimed, spitting out a bit of blood.
The thug straddled her and just as he was about to unbuckle, he was knocked off her and flat on his back. Jelline lay there, panting and crying silently as a shadow dropped down from overhead and started sucker punching the living daylights out of her violator. She watched on, cowering in the corner, her arms around herself, looking disheveled and feeling scared beyond wits. This was the last time she ever ventured off by herself.
"Hey..." someone called for her attention. She whipped her head up, finding a large shadowed figure looming over her. "Are you okay?"
Jelline nodded slightly, but didn't move from her spot huddled on the floor.
"Ya know," he started, slowly sitting down by her, but not too close as to startle her. "I was wondering what a gorgeous girl was doing out late by herself. It is Valentine's, after all."
She scoffed, "I'm not on good terms with the holiday."
"What?!" he exclaimed. "You can't hate it! It's all about the loooove, babe!"
Jelline chuckled at his remark despite the circumstances
The mystery guy seemed to enjoy talking , but she listened to every word and vice versa. She found him to her standards. He made her blush with his never ending compliments, laugh with his jokes and safe, he did beat up a muscle thug that was larger than him - single handedly! They had a lot in common mostly in video games and television. She didn't know how long she sat there with him, conversing and laughing, but when they did leave it was way past midnight.
"Wait," she called as he too turned to leave. "Let me at least take a look at my savior."
"Trust me, dudette. You don't want to see me." he replied in an indifferent voice. "But, if you want. My name is Mikey."
Jelline furrowed her brow, but decided not to question it. "I'm Jelline. Jells or Jelly for short."
"Cute." he remarked. "You should probably go home."
"Yeah, my roomie is probably worried sick." she said, picking up her purse. "So... goodbye, then?"
"Yeah..." his figure bent down and picked something up. He handed it to her. "Here. You dropped this, it's your scarf."
"Keep it." she replied quickly. "It's a token of thanks. Besides, I have a feeling that I won't be seeing you again."
"Oh? Was I that obvious?" he joked as she watched him slip on the scarf. Mikey reached behind his head and tore something off, he brought it in front of him and fumbled around with it. When he was done, he pressed the material into her hand. "It's an orange wrist band. Not much, but you'll live."
Jelline laughed and slipped it on. "Thank you, Mikey. I like it." she paused and without thinking she said, "I never used to believe in that love at first sight stuff, but it's different now because I think I just fell in love at first words...and it's..." she trailed off, taking notice that her mystery savior had left.
In a sigh of disappointment, Jelline walked back home, unaware of Mikey jumping the rooftops to make sure she arrived at her building safely. She smiled despite it all, it seemed her luck on Valentine's had returned all because of one person and she may not meet him again, but her heart was sure as hell beating wildly for him.
As Mikey watched her disappear inside, a part of him was crushed because he too had fallen in love. If only he wasn't a freak.
A bit corny, a bit short huh? I might make a continuation if I get enough reviews. Should I?
let me know what you think!
P.S For those of you who are into my fic From Ashes to Body, I'm working on the next chapter. It should be up this week!
