~Star Struck~

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right pause. And there's the hip

The object in front of him at this moment in time was standing at the end of a road; he looked weary and bored as he leaned his weight onto his right leg. He wore black trousers that showed his defined legs and wore sneakers which were tied neatly. He let his eyes travel slowly up to the body to find a tight fitting white shirt with a cotton jacket type t-shirt that was open and rolled up at the sleeves and his golden brown hair was windblown and ruffled as usual...He even had a pink tint to his cheeks because of the cold.

Basically...too hot to miss.

Even as he walked through the streets of London people were double taking, one girl even walked into a door (1). Now to Yassen this type of stunning beauty should be held away from the world, kept as a secret weapon and if you had him as your boyfriend you would be more than the luckiest person alive.

And by god did he know that.

He being Alex-the Alex Rider who was taking an innocent walk around town, seemingly lost and unaware to the heart attacks he was giving people. And the only reason he could tell that this Boy was lost was because he was...Yassen. Notorious assassin-you can`t get better than that.

Of course he had a reason to be out, following a 15 year old boy, through snow deep London.

Because; he was Alex Rider

And he a deal to settle with him that had been made the last time he had the boy in his house. Plus the fact that Alex seemed to be able to get into every bad situation manageable. And the death of his...victim wouldn`t help his plan at all.

NOT! Obviously, because he loved him...that would be absurd

...and completely true

Ignoring the small insignificant part of his brain, Yassen moved stealthily over the rooftops. Remembering to keep low and quiet; though he hid a smile as Alex seemed to be shifting his gaze to the rooftop a lot, must be that inner sixth sense he thought wryly. But then Alex did something Yassen couldn`t quite believe.

He went into an alleyway.

Now usually alleyway`s are safe to go down, but because Alex had been "researching" again meant an enclosed space, with no witnesses would be more then suicidal...

Ludicrous jumped to mind...

But as Yassen was about to jump down into the alley he heard a scuffle of feet as a door was opened roughly with a cry of joy and the smell of sweet chocolate and coffee wafted up.

Yassen peered down and scowled.

For their standing in this type of weather was a girl. Around 15 too she wore tight black jeans, green sneakers with blue stars on them. Heading north she wore a pink top that hugged her figure and...Average chest. It also had slash`s going across at the side and on the front in small writing sprawled the words "1952" The rest was artistic drawings of wings a crown and lots of lines. Of course she wore a black puff jacket with a hood which she had down. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail with a few wisps of hair to frame her face.

Yassen wanted to say heartbreaker but innocence came to mind- just like Ale-

But the most worrying thing was what she doing.

Now Yassen isn`t known for jealousy or "jumping to conclusions" but if you knew Alex as well as he did-you`d probably understand, though Yassen wasn`t calling him a whore or something equally demeaning he was just stating you couldn`t really trust him.

And Yassen is usually right...usually.

The girl had leaned forwards and was hugging Alex...The Alex. This really wasn`t fair and Yassen thought about a cruel enough punishment for this harsh behaviour. But by then Alex was hugging her back, it seemed to be going for a bit too long-

The long that usually means something else.

The DANGEROUSLY long

That was until she pushed him...unawares.

It would have been funny if he understood. And would have meant he wouldn`t have cocked his pistol when she then proceeded to jump into him. Making them both go flying into the snow that layered by the wall.

And it also would have stopped him from jumping down and aiming at her head with a face that meant death.

Joyful Sapphire blue turned to wide eyed fear and...Curiosity? - As she looked past the dark seemingly endless barrel into the Ice blue-glacier ice blue.

"Well shit..." she huffed lightly...wait huffed. None of Yassen`s victims huffed, except Alex but he was a special case.

He took of safety and aimed, this caused the girl to flinch as if she just realised it was real when he saw a head appear in front of it...a very pissed of face belonging to a certain 15 year old boy

"Yassen..."

Ice blue struck dark brown like flint on flint and an immediate spark was created.

But this time, Yassen was the one star struck.

L-O-V-E is just another word I never learned to pronounce!

This actually hurts- I did it in school while watching this cute guy- never again. Then again I also walked into a massive puddle because I was looking. I have no luck.

Thanks for reading chou bella!

p.s. reviews are much appreciated :D