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He couldn't believe his eyes, this vision of beauty before him could not be real, Ace Merrill continued to stare at the gorgeous young woman. She suddenly moved and he looked away and turned his attention to the pile of rock records to his right. The tall and slender girl walked closer to Ace, she walked gracefully but had a small bounce in her step in her bright red sneakers, she then flicked through another box of records.
Ace glanced at her and took in all what he saw, her skin was lightly tanned and he was tempted to walk past and purposely brush against her to see how smooth it was, but he would restrain himself for now. As she leaned over to reach a record near the back of the box he noticed a chunky, silver cross threaded onto a thin silver chain around her neck, some of her waist- long brown hair also fell forward over her clean, sleeveless, white t- shirt.
He noticed her studying the record, she held it with one hand while the other hand's fingers where running through hers thick hair and pulling it back over her shoulder. He felt dizzy, he felt faint, he must have been dreaming, this package of magnificence playing with her hair had to be a mirage, or if not, an angel.
Her long face with the curved jaw contained such brilliance, her eyes, a wonderful bright blue, bluer than the ocean, her nose was perfectly straight and small, and her mouth, those luscious, pink lips, he had to kiss her, he had to.
The creature that Ace described as an angel was now slowly walking towards the exit of the desolate record store. He didn't know what to do; should he attempt to talk to her? He couldn't just let her walk away.
He quickly put back the record that he was pretending to be interested in and followed her out of the doors and into the half-empty streets of Castle Rock, Oregon, the only reason it not being busy was because it was eleven o'clock in the morning on a Wednesday.
But why wasn't this young lady at school? He watched the way she walked again, but from the back he couldn't see her bright red sneakers he could only see the flares of her blue jeans, he gazed upward, and smirked, they got tighter.
He looked all the way up, to the back of her head, her hair shone in the light, he noticed that in places it was lighter.
Ace continued to follow this angel for another two minutes; he finally picked up the courage to talk to her as she walked into an empty street. "Hi."
"Hi," the angel replied.
"Are you new in town?"
"Kind of," Ace waited for her to explain, and she did. "My parents got a divorce about half a year ago, my mom got custody of me, my dad got custody of my sister and my dad and my sister moved here, so I'm here because my mom's annoying me and I miss my sister."
"Welcome to Castle Rock, my name's Ace" he introduced himself as he held out his hand to shake hers, as their first contact was made Ace felt the butterflies in his stomach do somersaults, her skin was smoother then he thought.
"Juliette," she said, telling him her own name, adding a smile.
Ace felt himself smile back, he felt his was more inferior to hers, her smile was warm and friendly – exactly how an angel's smile should be – showing her white teeth, the smile also seemed mischievous and extremely sexy.
At least he knew the angel's name - Juliette – he couldn't think of a more heavenly name. Ace then realized he had been holding Juliette's hand for longer than he should have, as he calmly released her hand he asked. "Who's your sister?" He then added, "I might know her."
Juliette continued to walk, the name Ace sounded familiar and she'd think about it later, she glanced at him, the smile still on her face, "Dawn," she answered. "Dawn Avalon."
Ace looked at her in shock but she had already turned away and was continuing to walk.
Ace felt as if he was about to cry, probably for the first time in his life, he couldn't remember the last time he had cried, and didn't want to. He had teased Dawn numerous times, he had even hit her once, but that was only because she had called him a homo, and Ace Merrill had a reputation to protect.
If Juliette missed her sister, that meant she cares for her, and that means Ace has no chance with Juliette.
Ace felt himself drown at a snail's pace in the sticky, black substance that was his crushed soul, knowing the miracle that was Juliette, wasn't intended for him.
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Author's Note: Okay, I have a confession to make; the first part of this chapter was a piece of descriptive writing that I was going to turn into a story. I have a lot of 1st chapters in my folder and that's it, my stories usually end right there, (mainly because I can't be bothered to continues them because I'm lazy or I have some more important things to do, actually I'm just really lazy). Read and Review!
Pip Pip!
He couldn't believe his eyes, this vision of beauty before him could not be real, Ace Merrill continued to stare at the gorgeous young woman. She suddenly moved and he looked away and turned his attention to the pile of rock records to his right. The tall and slender girl walked closer to Ace, she walked gracefully but had a small bounce in her step in her bright red sneakers, she then flicked through another box of records.
Ace glanced at her and took in all what he saw, her skin was lightly tanned and he was tempted to walk past and purposely brush against her to see how smooth it was, but he would restrain himself for now. As she leaned over to reach a record near the back of the box he noticed a chunky, silver cross threaded onto a thin silver chain around her neck, some of her waist- long brown hair also fell forward over her clean, sleeveless, white t- shirt.
He noticed her studying the record, she held it with one hand while the other hand's fingers where running through hers thick hair and pulling it back over her shoulder. He felt dizzy, he felt faint, he must have been dreaming, this package of magnificence playing with her hair had to be a mirage, or if not, an angel.
Her long face with the curved jaw contained such brilliance, her eyes, a wonderful bright blue, bluer than the ocean, her nose was perfectly straight and small, and her mouth, those luscious, pink lips, he had to kiss her, he had to.
The creature that Ace described as an angel was now slowly walking towards the exit of the desolate record store. He didn't know what to do; should he attempt to talk to her? He couldn't just let her walk away.
He quickly put back the record that he was pretending to be interested in and followed her out of the doors and into the half-empty streets of Castle Rock, Oregon, the only reason it not being busy was because it was eleven o'clock in the morning on a Wednesday.
But why wasn't this young lady at school? He watched the way she walked again, but from the back he couldn't see her bright red sneakers he could only see the flares of her blue jeans, he gazed upward, and smirked, they got tighter.
He looked all the way up, to the back of her head, her hair shone in the light, he noticed that in places it was lighter.
Ace continued to follow this angel for another two minutes; he finally picked up the courage to talk to her as she walked into an empty street. "Hi."
"Hi," the angel replied.
"Are you new in town?"
"Kind of," Ace waited for her to explain, and she did. "My parents got a divorce about half a year ago, my mom got custody of me, my dad got custody of my sister and my dad and my sister moved here, so I'm here because my mom's annoying me and I miss my sister."
"Welcome to Castle Rock, my name's Ace" he introduced himself as he held out his hand to shake hers, as their first contact was made Ace felt the butterflies in his stomach do somersaults, her skin was smoother then he thought.
"Juliette," she said, telling him her own name, adding a smile.
Ace felt himself smile back, he felt his was more inferior to hers, her smile was warm and friendly – exactly how an angel's smile should be – showing her white teeth, the smile also seemed mischievous and extremely sexy.
At least he knew the angel's name - Juliette – he couldn't think of a more heavenly name. Ace then realized he had been holding Juliette's hand for longer than he should have, as he calmly released her hand he asked. "Who's your sister?" He then added, "I might know her."
Juliette continued to walk, the name Ace sounded familiar and she'd think about it later, she glanced at him, the smile still on her face, "Dawn," she answered. "Dawn Avalon."
Ace looked at her in shock but she had already turned away and was continuing to walk.
Ace felt as if he was about to cry, probably for the first time in his life, he couldn't remember the last time he had cried, and didn't want to. He had teased Dawn numerous times, he had even hit her once, but that was only because she had called him a homo, and Ace Merrill had a reputation to protect.
If Juliette missed her sister, that meant she cares for her, and that means Ace has no chance with Juliette.
Ace felt himself drown at a snail's pace in the sticky, black substance that was his crushed soul, knowing the miracle that was Juliette, wasn't intended for him.
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Author's Note: Okay, I have a confession to make; the first part of this chapter was a piece of descriptive writing that I was going to turn into a story. I have a lot of 1st chapters in my folder and that's it, my stories usually end right there, (mainly because I can't be bothered to continues them because I'm lazy or I have some more important things to do, actually I'm just really lazy). Read and Review!
Pip Pip!