I wrote this story for my English class today with the characters of Durarara! in mind. Obviously, I didn't turn it in using those characters, but, here is the original story. I thought it was sweet. Enjoy. :)
Alright, so, I, Shizuo Heiwajima, am about to tell you something that I've never told anyone before.
I am in love.
I have been since the last day of highschool. I've never met them, don't know their name, hell, I don't even know if they're a boy or girl.
This probably sounds pretty damn confusing, so allow me to explain...
On the last day of high school, about an hour after the last bell rang, I stayed behind, at the school. I stayed in my classroom, reminiscing about my high school career (I know it sounds stupid, but it's true). It was getting dark out, and I knew I shouldn't have stayed that late, but I did. It was sad, to me, leaving my school days with Shinra. I knew we'd probably see each other again, but it would never be the same. I stared at the desk that had three legs and a huge dent in the right side. My desk. I just couldn't stand the idea of leaving it all behind.
So I stood there, in that lonely classroom until it was solid dark and I was scared I'd fall and kill myself if I tried to go downstairs and leave the school. I was all by myself, or so I thought. Eventually I heard the sound of running footsteps behind me, and the heavy breathing of someone who ran fast. I turned around to see a short, thin figure. The were doubled over and trying to catch their breath, and I uncharacteristically stood there and watched them. After about five minutes of them trying to catch their breath, they ran up to me and shoved their tongue in my mouth.
It took me a minute to realize that they were kissing me, and my immediate reaction would've been to pull away and ask them just what the hell they think they're doing, but then I realized that... I liked it. They kissed me passionately, and I stood there and enjoyed it. Unfortunately, I had never been kissed before, so I didn't really know how to kiss back. But they didn't seem to mind; their trained tongue danced in my mouth and it made me happy.
It was a long kiss, but not long enough. After some time they pulled away, huffed a little, then took off. I wanted to run after them and find out who had just full-on French-kissed me, but instead I just stood there, dumbfounded.
I never saw them again.
To this day, I still don't know who it was. I probably never will. But because of how they kissed me that night, I've been in love with them. And I just know that if I do see them, I'll know it's them, and I run up to them and-
"Shizu-chan! What're you doing here, on this fine day?"
Shit. It's the flea.
"Iza-yaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
