AN: And here it is! The long-awaited sequel to The Perfect Stranger!
WHOOP WHOOP!
So… uhh… enjoy!
I taped the lyrics to my mirror, trying to memorize them in my head as I dressed myself.
I hummed the tune to myself as I slid on my denim mini-skirt, showing off my newly-tanned legs from a whole summer of lying out at the nearest pool.
It wasn't like he was going to see them.
I picked through my closet, wondering what I should wear.
A blue halter top seemed to pop out from all the other colors so I chose it, slipping it over my curled hair.
As I walked back into my room, the words by the mirror seemed to almost reflect on the opposite wall, proving that they wouldn't go away.
Those stupid words.
Why did I have the nerve to tape them up there in the first place?
And why was I so stubborn that I wouldn't take them down?
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, to make sure there were no stray frizzies- as Angel called them.
Another coat of lip gloss found itself on my lips and as soon as I capped it, the doorbell rang.
It was him.
I ditched the words, hoping for a new beginning, and flew down the stairs.
Angel was at the door, smiling and talking nicely just like I had asked her to.
She turned, sensing me before she heard me, and smiled even bigger.
Her blue eyes reflected mine as I took my last steps and turned to the man in the doorway.
My breath caught, knowing this wasn't the person I was supposedly "hooked up" with.
"Hello, Max," His voice ran over my body like velvet.
But I just couldn't say anything.
Suddenly, I felt my body go weak, my senses collapse, and with a last yelp from Angel, I passed out.
I should never have left those words.
AN: So? How do you like it?
I'm trying to figure out a name right now.
Hmm… well, you'll know when you read it.
Duh, stupid me.
Next chapter should be up soon.
Sincerely,
"Bye, bye Miss American Pie…"
