Hey ya'll! I hope you guys enjoy my little Criss Angel fanfic! Most of what I wrote about Criss is probably made up (after all, I don't know if he even likes chocolatey coffee or playing Super Mario), so don't believe it. Anyways, onto the story!!

- Chapter One: Take Home Magician -

Dude, I'm so ticked off right now.

Of all the nights during summer break that I go out, I never got a chance to wear this new pair of rockin' platforms that I bought last month. Of course, when I do have a logical reason to wear them, they're forever lost in my closet, also known as the bottomless pit of darkness.

Ok, so I won't be wearing those beauties tonight. Every Friday, I hook up with my friends and we check out some new club or lounge to hang out at. Since we're all 22, we can attend bars, but we rarely drink. Anyways, tonight we were all going to meet up at The Green Wings, a somewhat new dance club that just happens to be two blocks away from my tiny house.

Since I'm obviously not getting the chance to break into my shoes, I do a quick outfit change. I throw on a pair of loose fitting, moss green capris, a black tank, and some low top Chucks. Bunching my hair up into a quick messy bun, I flip off the light switches with my elbows. I grabbed my messenger purse and slung it across my shoulder, picking up my house keys that fell down on the ground. Out the door I go, locking it behind me, starting my journey to the club.

From my porch I can faintly hear the club's inhabitants and the pounding music. I'm totally psyched, and I end up skipping down the steps into the warm summer air. Good thing no one's around to see my childish antics. The street was dark, save for one flickering lamp post that gave me a creepy feeling. Wait, something's wrong with this pic.

I squinted at the lamp and noticed a dark heap underneath it. It could be trash, or maybe a just a large animal. I tiptoed quietly over to it, being extremely cautious. As I got closer, I saw that it was moving slightly.

"Geez," I whispered, "I think it's alive!"

Whatever it was, it was breathing. I crouched down next to the shape and realized that it was… a person? Whoever it was, they had great taste when it comes to leather jackets. The figure didn't look feminine, so I ruled that idea out and studied the sleeping (Or possibly passed out?) stranger. I flipped him over so that I could see him under the light. And then I fell to the ground, screaming.

"Oh my freaking…no way…" I gaped, hands over my mouth, "You can't be serious… Oh my god…"

I was staring into the sleeping face of Criss Angel, my longtime idol. Never in a million years would I have imagined meeting him like this! He looked quite peaceful lying there, and I had to take a fangirl moment to admire him. I slapped my forehead to wake my self up from the fantastic daydream (Well, isn't it technically a night dream since the sun's down?) and looked down at Criss again, this time thinking serious thoughts. I can't just leave the guy out here! Geez, I need a plan…

"Hey Elise," I yakked into my cell, "Sorry, but I don't think I can make it out tonight. I've been throwing up for the past half hour and I feel like crap. I'm gonna sit this one out tonight, but call me tomorrow to tell me what the place is like. Yeah. Uh huh. Will do, thanks. Bye!"

I figured that I would have lots of nights to hang with my friends, and plus just how many people walk outside and find a magician lying on the sidewalk? I bent over and slung Criss's arm around my shoulder, heaving him up. Finally, all those weeks of working out paid off. He wasn't too painfully heavy, thank God. Dragging his knocked out body, I hauled him back to my house and layed him on my bed. I quietly tiptoed back into the living room, softly shutting the door behind me.

As I layed there on the couch staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but think to myself, This is the raddest thing ever.