Yet another story about love, another story about tragedies, another story about sadness, those things are basically just one simple thing called love. Aside from the tragedies, sadness, and suffering, I came to realize that love also brings memories which you cannot trade for anything in this world.

It's funny, how love really is just about a person, just one, even if you got married a couple of times, believe me, there's only one person that have the special place in your heart.

And how silly of me, writing things about love, like I know what love truly is. I thought, love is just a beginning of an end, like the calm before the storm, I always expect for bad things to happen in my love life, which made me regret how I didn't really have the chance to appreciate what I had.

Well, my love life isn't really that special, it's not a story like a legendary romantic movie, but I think it's interesting enough to be written in a form of a story.

It all began when I was 17, I was young, and careless, but I was quite responsible, for a 17 year old. i have a little brother, his name is Sam, he is whom I'm living with now, he is four years younger than I am, yet seems like he's thousand years older. At that point of time, I lived with my brother and uncle.

My uncle was not biologically related to me, nor my brother. Bobby his name was, a quite noble man, cursed every then and now, but we know that deep down he was a nice guy, considering that he had taken us with him no matter where he went.

They were my family, the ones that I considered as family, didn't know where my father went, so, they were basically all that was left from my family.

I went to the school that was just down the road, and of course it was a public school. At that day, I went to school just like usual, I woke up, took a bath, all the usual, then I'm off to school.

I was pretty popular back in high school, played in the football team, and in the senior years, I finally became the captain of the team. That day I thought it was all going to be normal, but then there was the principal, came into my classroom.

"Morning kids," he greeted, "today we have a new student, considering that this is his first time in a public school, I hope you guys could be a little nice to him." The principal said.

To be honest, I cringed at what he said, when you told a bunch of high school kids what to do, I'm pretty sure they are going to do the exact opposite.

The kid came into the view, and he was not like what I expect him to be, he wasn't even wearing glasses, he didn't carry books in his hands, and the most important, he carried his backpack with only one strap on, not both, so this kid is definitely not what I expect him to be.

My teacher nodded to the principal, sign that he got everything covered up, "Thank you, Mr. Harrison, we sure will be nice to him." He said, then the principal gave us a brief smile and left.

Mr. Thomas, the teacher that was in my class, turned his chair, now facing the new kid, "So, go on, introduce yourself." He said.

The new kid nodded and then, "My name is Castiel James Novak, you can call me Cas, or Jimmy." He said, in a surprisingly deep voice.

But somehow Mr. Thomas managed not to be impressed by his deep voice, giving the new kid, Cas, his death glare, "Is that all? You're in a completely different school and neighborhood, im pretty sure your friends want to know where you live and all." He said.

Cas glared at Mr. Thomas, then turned to face the class again, "Well, if you insist, I live in New Oak Street, my house is the one in the furthest left if you went there from the school's direction." He said.

Mr. Thomas cleared his throat in approval, "Alright then, Castiel," barelu pronouncing the name correctly, "You may seat beside Dean." Mr. Thomas said, pointing his filthy finger to my face.

Just when Cas was walking to his seat, which is right next to me, I realized that he is wearing a rather overly polite attire, he was wearing a damn suit, like, dude, this is school, not a fucking funeral, why would you wear a suit? And considering that he was wearing a hideous beige trenchcoat, I mean it's okay to wear a trenchcoat in a heavy raining season or in the 18th century, but not now, not here, I was so close to taking my words back on how I said that he was kind of cool.

Freaking hell this kid is weird as fuck, how did I not realize that he was wearing a trenchcoat? God's sake, I know i was probably exaggerating but, still, who the hell wears a trenchcoat to school?

A small breeze of air brushed my face, apparently, from Cas' coat that was swishing like hell as he sat down onto his seat.

Man this guy was so fabulous.

Why did I said that? I really have no idea, I mean, his blue eyes, it was like a book that is waiting to be explored, I don't know what that means, but the point is, man oh man, was his eyes so deep that I thought I was going to drown in them. Not only that it was deep as fuck, it was also unnervingly blue as hell, I don't even know why I'm cursing so much but it was so fucking beautiful that I had to silently spell beautiful letter by letter so I wouldn't misspelled the word in my mind.

When did I become so poetic? Well, that was disgusting enough that I'll make sure I never be as romantic as that ever again.