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Prologue
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night...
Romeo and Juliet Act III Scene II
"Please!" I continued un-packing my belongings even after the rather rude interruption coming from my brother who had unwelcomingly invited himself into my room and sat himself on the bed, "I need your car for just one night! I wont total it like I did the Mercedes! Please Chrisy." He asked, looking up at me with the most pitiful expression he could muster.
Putting my now folded clothes into the mahogany chestier drawers. Looking in the mirror I took into notice my pale features, though people called me 'beautiful' I always knew it was just what people say, not what they meant. The person in the mirror before me had hair cascading blond hair flowing to her shoulders and emerald green eyes, like a cat per-say. The image also had the palest of skin which people loved to comment 'blinded them when the sun hit it.' Yes, this image in the mirror was me, imagine that and at seventeen I only stood at five four and had an average body to boot.
"Chrisy come on you can trust me, can't you?" Jake, my brother, was what a girl of any age or nationality would consider 'Fine','Hot','Sexi','Handsome', and, my favorite, 'I'd do him any day gorgeous'. He stood almost at six foot at eighteen and had the body of a Hollister model, with the million dollar smile as well. His hair was deep obsidian that had a shine to it when it caught the sun and the same cat-like eyes as my own, oh and lets not forget he had the best tan imaginable.
Sighing I finally looked away from the mirror, frowning at his expression, "Well, I guess, but you owe me big time Jake Strangler. I mean it if mom finds out or if my vette," My 'pet' name for my Corvette, "gets as totaled as your Mercedes did, you had better sleep with one eye-open." I threatened as I put a finger in his face to show I meant business. Watching as his face immediately change from pitiful to complete and total enjoyment he pecked my cheek, showing his complete and utter gratitude before racing for the door, though not forgetting to grab my keys off the nightstand in the process.