AN: Honestly I have no idea what I'm doing. Please, I'd appreciate help if you could give a little. Well if I'm doing this right then here is the story. R&R.

Boys. They never expect you to be able to take care of yourself. I'm sixteen, and I found a job in the bail-bonds business. I'm a farther up person. The one they would send out on the field. The reason: I grew up on the streets. I know how to take care of myself. Today's mission, well I really didn't know. But I usually wear something to match what my task is, and today it's four-inch boots that go up to just below my knees, black ripped skinny jeans, a dark red tank top and a black leather jacket. I have my gun hooked to my side, hidden from everyone else and a dagger in each boot.

I walk into the bar, and immediately see the guy I'm looking for. I'm surprised they let me do this one. He was around my age, either sixteen or seventeen. He had dark ash blond hair that fell over his gorgeous eyes. There was a sarcastic, troublemaker edge to his grin and he had a scar running acrfacet he topoff his nose and then under his eye. He's the type of person they don't usually let me go near, for fear I'll get hurt. But I have a secret, and it's a big one. I got closer without making myself look suspicious, which wasn't that hard, seeing how he was throwing darts. It gave me enough reason to be interested about him. I watched in amazement. He was throwing the darts with so much accuracy, that it scared me to have to go up against him. But I needed a reason to get closer.

I watched the next dart fly out of his hand, and using my little secret I pushed the dart off-center. He smirked and straightened, then turned to look right at me. "Please," I scoffed. "Is that really the best you can do?" He had three darts left. I grabbed them all in my left hand and then chucked them at the target. All three hit the center with a thud. I looked back up at him, smirking. "I'm still better than you," he argued. I laughed. "Oh really? Is that why I was able to hit my target dead center and still be able to handcuff you." He looked down at his hands in shock. "So it is you. Well that just changes everything." He twisted me around, somehow managing to trap me in his arms. The gesture was terrifying, but familiar. He leaned down to kiss me and once he did, everything went black.

AN: AT I've gotten these fixed and every thing. Now they are perfect. Tootles.

Felixlover.