Hello fellow readers!
If you currently reading this, you are still interested in A Bad Boy and His Princess.
Even after I brought angst a guess what... hiatus! Yaaayy... anyway...
Lets get to the next chapter before I change my mind.
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Marco sat on his sofa, still confused as to why he was crying in the guest room. It felt like a piece of him had been torn away and erased from his mind. Like some inside joke was being played on him for no particular reason.
But now, all he wanted was some nachos. As he got up and began looking for his nacho bowl, something caught his eye. A silver locket.
It lay under the table amd glittered with great taste. Only someone highly sophisticated would have it. A princess more likely. Marco didn't know why the word princess popped into his head for some reason. It confused him still.
Ducking into a crouch, Marco reached under to retrieve the locket as it sparkled tauntingly at him. What was inside was his question. He outstretched his fingers and grabbed the locket with stronger knuckles that punched walls or beat up anyone who annoyed him with great distaste.
He pulled his arm from under the table and opened it, only to gasp at the picture.
It was like a mini portrait that was fit into the locket with a lot of work and cutting. But as he pulled the picture out, it was magically sucked back in. It was like nothing from Earth. Marco was also unsure why he thought of the locket not being from Earth because of a portrait was superglued into the it. He then had a long thought which might have broken a regular person's mind of they hadn't gone through something similar. But Marco wasn't regular. He didn't know why but he was a Bad Boy, but he felt clueless as if there was a bigger picture he was mindlessly missing.
What if this isn't from Earth?! What if I know who this belongs to and just forgot? The strange sense of deja vu filled Marco once more as he rubbed the locket a bit more, turning it over and over, soon realizing this was real gold and silver.
Marco then focused on the portrait and gasped, something unusual flowing over him.
It was... heartbreak...
The portrait held a little girl with hearts on her cheeks, standing in the middle of a very tall woman and very short man. The woman had diamonds on her cheeks as if it ran in the family. They all looked a like...
But what struck Marco most... was those beautiful sky blue, ocean blue, maybe even baby blue eyes. Her blonde hair fell down her back and looked like a blanket covering her if she ever got cold.
Deja vu smacked him right in the face as the locket closed back up.
Suddenly, a red light fell upon the locket, causing Marco to jump back in surprise. Looking out the window where the light poured was a... moon. It was blocking the sun and shining, yet random people walked across the sidewalk and street, not noticing it.
Am i the only one who sees this?! Marco asked himself frantically. Then the red light touched his feet and slowly made its way up to his neck. Then to the very tip of his hair. Marco was engu!fed in the red light, the red moon shining frantically at him.
Then, with shear force, the locket lifted itself of the ground and shoved it into the palms of Marco.
"Ack!" Marco grunted in pain as the locket probably severly damaged his hand.
Without a second for Marco recall what happened, the locket wrapped itself around his neck and lay over his chest, staying put.
"What the f..." Before Marco could finish what he was saying, the red light and blood colored moon disappeared as if to say "my work here is done". As instinct took over Marco, he tried desparately to remove the locket from around his neck. But it didn't budge. He couldn't even find the part that took off the darn thing 'cause it wasn't there.
Suddenly, a memory smacked Marco right in his face.
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Yay!!!! Start to remember you handsome jerk.