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You Have Grown Up: Part Two

{ THERE WAS THIS BOY WHO TORE MY HEART IN TWO }

Do you know those moments when someone is criticizing just with a glance? Imagine three – Blond one next to me had already decided to accept me or not – of the opposite sex trying to decide whether to hate you or like you. Than if you were me than you had to grow nervous over your blood bond hating you or not. Stress just oozed from this situation in which I had begun fidgeting with the chain of the necklace bound around the neck of mine. It seemed like the judging hour had lasted for ages until David had tossed the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his boot. Biting down on the frosted pink glossed bottom lip for the second time frozen to this spot, I could taste the strawberry artificial flavoring from the gloss. Thoughts of being hated from the other three had flashed across my mind. What if they didn't like me? What should have been important at this moment other than the opinion of a blood bond was where would I go to sleep tonight? I certainly wasn't going back home tonight with the way things had panned out tonight. Also the whole deal thing had tottered over to definite interest and that was something I was going to find out – well hopefully considering I didn't want to push things over the edge. The slight squeeze of my shoulder scooted me away from the doom going through this head of mine.

"You have grown up, Arielle Johnson." David remarked. The waves of red cascaded down the right arm as I tilted my head to side as I ran my tongue against my bottom lip. A familiar taste of strawberry flashed across while a sharp intake of breath was taken. Eleven years to be exact and yet I still felt like I looked a bit the same except the red. Helen had asked if I had wanted to color the platinum waves when I was about thirteen; Something about nobody recognizing me. It was true though, I had once had long waves of near white down to my waist for Helen cutting it – or the witch was too lazy to.

"Did you expect a five year still?" I replied while raising an eyebrow. To think of I believed that being so young would make things simple was wrong indeed, I would hate to go through the lies again. Every single slip of words from Helen had been a cruel lie to hide me away from things. Selfish woman wanting to remain in control, I couldn't fall for it any longer.

"I just didn't expect you to change so much, Princess." He answered. Flickering the gaze from the floor back up to him, I noticed the smirk curl up on his face as a smile managed to appear on my face. You two clash, my doe – I heard the familiar voice of Helen trying to wiggle its way into my brain. How was this even possible? The blood bond could only explain it for there was a drop of a vampire's blood in my system. Any vampire or half-ling could speak through the minds but now it included me? Resisting to let a groan fall from the frosted lips, I looked over at the other three with curiosity.

"If you don't mind me, um, asking than who exactly are you three gentlemen?" I managed to choke out. The brown orbs flickered towards each of them with curiosity filling them. I wasn't quite used to socializing with people but I might as well start? Come home, doe! Her voice was starting to mess around with me and I began to fidget once more with the hem at the end of the dress. The necklace was beginning to grow warm against my neck and I felt the urgent need to yank it off.

"This is Paul, Dwayne and Marko." David gestured towards each one. Paul had been the one who still had his arm secure around my shoulder but it felt like I was safe now. At home, I was lonely and trapped away in this dark shell of a existence. Dwayne had been the one on the bike next to David who hadn't criticized this sixteen year old standing before them – who had by the way nearly had gone to a state of trembling. He had dark hair as black as night nearly with a darker colored skin than the others – definitely would match his ethnicity. The male hadn't worn a shirt but only a black leather jacket with some sort of leopard of to the side that I couldn't quite piece together than like the rest wore jeans. Than the eyes admittedly darted towards the interesting necklace that of shark teeth and that was something I usually didn't see everyday. Than the last was the one who looked like the sweetest of them all but than again it could just be a disguise. He had blue eyes that had a hint of green within in them and honey colored curls cascading down his back. This one was dressed more colorfully than the others and that was a nice considering the others dressed so depressing.

"Pleasure to meet all of you. I'd introduce myself but-" I started before seeing a poodle – scratch that, a woman walk up towards the group with a sadden express across her face. Why is she so glum? That sounded like me except without the horrible hair and clothing that just was wrinkled up, I took pride in looking nice when I was supposed to. Her eyes flickered over to mine with the depression lingering around her. Poor thi- The woman took her spot on David's bike and I felt the anger bubble through my veins. It was a feeling that I didn't like at all – jealously is what they call it, I believe? How could I be so envious of something like this? He's yours because of the bond, my doe. - Her voice made me shudder while I let my eyes fall to the floor with the pink rising on my cheeks. Every woman he picked was better than me, why couldn't I get that through this head of mine? An arm wrapped around my waist and I looked up to see Paul with eyes filled with sorry over the situation. Giving him a shrug of my shoulders, Paul looked over at David before giving him a nod for a response.

"You'll ride with me, Ariel." Paul said while pulling me away from the two. The woman looked at me with a tilt of her head while David avoided the daggers I continued to send. Why couldn't I just not exist sometimes? Paul climbed on the bike and I followed suit before placing my arms around his waist. What would be in store for this marvelous night?

SPECIAL THANKIES:

Mrs Ace Merrill : Thanks for lovely idea's for future Arielle/David fluffness. We're gonna need those soon enough ;D Also you can definitely use the idea! Love the questions and so did Arielle ;D Finally she got some questions about her lovely love of hers – I mean friend ;D

Scarlet Has Fantasy Issues : You loved it? Thank you! I love that part with Paul and Arielle – so Paulie like :'D You can? I'm so glad, I want it to be realistic and easy to imagine in your head.

lordofthebreakdance: Thank you for the follow! :'D Anything you'd like to say?

VogueCharlotteVogue: I'm so glad that I made Arielle realistic! That's something I'm so happy to accomplish! Same here, I enjoyed the conversation between Helen and David – so much more drama to drop of their plates. You should try it ;D

ARIELLE ASK BOX:

From Mrs Ace Merrill: What is David like?

Arielle: - Sighs – Perfect but you didn't hear that from me. You want a complex answer or a short one? I'll go for the long one considering that will consume more of my time. I'd say that he's rather a good leader towards the Boys – nearly like a father sort of figure but a brother? It's tough to explain but we're a close family and the Boys need someone to keep them in line other than boring Max; Did I say boring because I meant interesting.

Paul: See how much she lies?

Arielle: Do you always have to interrupt things?

Paul: I don't interrupt everything.

Arielle: Just leave me alone! Go annoy Marko or something.

Marko: Why me? I thought you liked me, Arielle.

Arielle: I do but Paul's just being a loud mouth right now. Back to your question, I'd say David is sweet when he wants to be. I wouldn't be here if he wasn't, I guess? - Taps on bottom lip – Hmm. I'll just say the man is a lovely individual towards the people he's close with.

From Mrs Ace Merrill:Why doesn't David like to be drawn?

Arielle: I'm guessing the amount of drawings I've ever given him? Not necessarily of him but eyes wise? Too many to date. He seems to think that I don't need to waste time drawing him. It was more of a keepsake thing for me considering camera's don't work. That why I'll always remember him but its kind of hard to forget him when he's always around. Right?

From Mrs Ace Merrill: Is David the romantic? Is he romantic at all?

Arielle: I believe so. - Smiles – Even when he just calls me Princess, I get all these butterflies and that's all I need. We usually don't go on dates or spend time together in the day light as you can tell why. Just being around him is fine without all the romantic stuff going on especially since I'm not that experienced with that type of thing. He's been the only guy to ever pay attention to me so its liking a learning thing for me. It's not like I'll need to learn all this romantic stuff for another guy considering I would never consider it! I'm not even allowed to talk to any other of the opposite sex than the Boys! That was a very unfortunate day for that one boy. - Sighs – But than again, he shouldn't have messed with me. But back to topic, David is romantic so don't listen to him when he say's that he isn't.

From Mrs Ace Merrill: Who do you prefer to drive on motorcycle with?

Arielle: While for the first part of my time with the Boys, I drove with Paul and sometimes Marko – which was enjoyable for a while until I began riding with David. So I'm guessing you can guess who I prefer riding with? - Winks -

THANK YOU FOR READING/REVIEWING/FOLLOWING/FAVORITING or EVEN CLICKING ON THIS STORY! ;D You guys are marvelous!

- Priscilla [takingmytears]