:: It's been years since I last visited this site to update stories, but every now and then I get a little email reminding me of my former obsession with fanfiction. I logged in today and reread my old stories, and I must admit that I'm a bit embarrassed by them. The posted dates inform me that I wrote this particular story when I was a freshman in high school, which explains its flaming terrible-ness. But, of all my old and poorly written FFs, this is the one I hate the least. My fiancé is out and I'm home alone with a few hours to lose, so why not indulge my forgotten 14-year-old self and see where I can go with this? ::

Destiny has been tragically interrupted. The fantasies that had played like a favorite scene from a favorite movie in Drake's young mind had been ripped from him. He had kissed and held and whispered into the ears of so many other girls, but when he laid alone in bed there had been only one who would slip into his thoughts. He dreamt of the day when she'd finally be lying in bed next to him. Lost in a sea of honey curls, his hands would caress her hips and explore the soft curvature of her body. She'd giggle and reveal that brilliant smile, and the sight of it would send butterflies to his stomach. He'd take a moment just to stare at her, to take in every inch of her exposed body, to revel in how incredibly lucky he was to have her. Unable to contain himself, he'd pounce on top of her. She'd giggle again and his lips would dive into hers, frantic to taste her kiss. Flesh to flesh, hands to hands, passionately wrapped up in each other. Love. He'd enter her, feeling her from the inside. He's moan out and pull her head into his for another kiss. His love. His future. His wife.

She would have been his.

But that was gone now. She was gone now. Her life and virginity had been stolen by… God, he couldn't even process the thought.

He sat still at the computer desk. It could have been minutes or hours or weeks or days. He was oblivious to time, oblivious to all emotion. Should he call the police? Find his father and kill him himself? Did it even matter? Everything that had ever mattered is gone.