My Fiery Angel

Chapter 21: Present Time

Laughter filled the dining room and I put on a fake smile, listening to my great great great great great great grandma talking about when she was the super heroine Fang, who could shape shift into a wolf. Yeah, I know; me and my mom were cat shape shifters… we have a long line of shape shifters.

"And that's when I met your great great great great great great grandfather," she said, and then she winked at him from across the room. I looked over at him, and allowed myself to smile. Their love had remained strong for a love time.

'YYYYYYYooooooooooouuuuuuuuuu !'

'No I don't, Brie! I'm in LIKE with him, duh!'

'Ya know, Denial isn't just a river in Egypt!"

'SHUT UP, ABRIANNA!'

The phone rang, and I jumped up to get it. I dived for the phone.

"I got it!" I shouted. All eyes were on me as I grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Hey." I smiled at Warren's voice.

"Hey. When are you supposed to come rescue me?" I asked quietly. Slowly, everyone resumed whatever they were doing before my outburst.

"I'm outside your window now, Kitten."

"Aw, how romantic." I heard him grumble, and I laughed. "I'll be there soon. Bye, Romeo. Wait, we shouldn't be like Romeo and Juliet. They had a sucky ending, plus I'm WAY hotter than she ever was, and you're hotter than Romeo." There was silence. Then, laughter. I grinned. I was the only one who could make him laugh, and I will admit, it added to my pride. "I'll be up soon, Warren."

"Bye, Kitten."

"Bye." I closed the phone.

"Who was that?" Adele asked. I quickly shook my head.

"No one. I think I forgot something upstairs. I'll be back," I said hastily, and I practically ran upstairs. Once I got to my room, I opened my window, and there was Warren…

And he had a black and orange box and a freaking orange rose.

Do you know how romantic it is when he has a rose? I mean, come on, he's the bad boy.

I grinned at him.

"Hello, Mr. Peace," I said. He smirked.

"Hello, Ms. Burns."

"Wait just a minute. I have to get your present." I walked over to my closet, and pulled out a red and black box. When I turned around, there was Adele. I froze.

"Um…"

"Where do you think you're going, Kat?"

"Uh…" She walked over to the window.

"Hello, Warren." Crap. She turned to me. "Care to explain, Kat?"

"I am NOT sneaking out because our relatives are boring! Why would you even think that?! I am VERY interested in what they have to say! I would NEVER sneak out!"

"I never said you were going to sneak out, Kat." Crap. I sighed.

"Okay, I WAS going to sneak out…"

"Okay then." I gave her a confused look as she walked towards my door.

"What?"

"Okay."

"Okay? What do you mean 'Okay'? No lecture? Nothing?"

"I was young once. I'll let you off easy this time," she said. She smiled at me. "Oh, and Kat?"

"Yeah, Adele?"

"Don't let this one go." Then she left. My mind whirled, and I came up with two conclusions.

1. I would never let Warren go because he's awesome.

2. Aunt Adele was the coolest aunt ever.

I walked over to my window, and looked down.

"She's letting me off easy."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's awesome." I hoisted myself up, and sat on my window sill, my legs dangling. I smirked. "So, you gonna catch me, Romeo?"

"Never let you fall, Kitten." I grinned, and jumped off. His caught me, and set me on the ground. As soon as I opened my mouth, he pulled me into a passionate kiss that made my heart soar. When he pulled away, he smirked at my dazed look. "This, is for you." He handed me the orange rose. I blushed slightly, and grabbed it.

"Thank you," I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, and I kissed him. "You're the best boyfriend a girl can have." He smirked.

"Likewise, Kitten."

"So, what did you get me?" I asked, looking at the box.

"Gotta wait until we get there."

"Where is 'there'?"

"You'll see. Come on." He grabbed my hand, and pulled me to his motorcycle. I grinned. I loved this thing. He got on, and I hopped on behind him, putting my helmet on, and wrapping my arms around his waist. He smiled at me and we took off.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"No."

"How bout now?"

"No."

"…Now?"

"No, Kitten."

"How about… n-" He cut me off with a kiss. "You're mean, Warren. Are we there yet?"

"No," he whispered in my ear. I took a shaky breath, and cursed him silently for having this kind of effect on me. After getting off the motorcycle, he'd blindfolded me, and then Abrianna started… again.

'What do you THINK your Christmas present is?! I mean COME ON! He's taking you to a secret place, AND he blindfolded you, AND I bet in the box there are furry handcuffs!'

'SHUT UP, BRIE!'

I blushed darkly as she continued.

"Abrianna?" Warren whispered. I shook my head. "You're lying."

"No I'm not."

"Liar," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

"I hate you," I mumbled. Warren smirked.

"No you don't, Kitten. Now, we're almost there."

"We're here," Warren said, and he took off my blindfold. I gasped. We were at the park. I always thought it was cool, but at night… wow…The moon was big and bright, and lake was crystal clear.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed. Warren wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my neck.

"Yes, you are," he said. I blushed, and turned in his arms.

"That was corny… but sweet," I said, kissing his cheek. He smirked, and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. He handed the present over, and I smiled at him. "Aw, you got me something? You know you didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did."

"Good, because I would've nagged you about that forever," I said cheerfully, and I practically ripped the wrapping paper off. Warren laughed, and I opened the box. The first thing I saw was a black and orange striped Santa hat with black fur. It had my name in black letters too. I grinned at him, and put it on my head. Warren smirked at my happy face, and then I picked up the smaller box that was in the box.

'Aw, man. It's not furry handcuffs!'

'Shut up!'

I opened it, and stared.

Inside was a necklace. But not just any necklace. It was heart locket and it had onyx and ruby gems on it, and it sparkled greatly.

And, of course, as a girl, I loved sparkly and shiny things.

"Open it," Warren whispered, and I did. Inside, I found a picture on the right side. I remembered it, but I didn't remember someone taking a picture of it…It was of me and him. I was spinning around in the meadow here in this very park, and Warren was off in the distance, staring at me with a loving look in his eyes. I remembered that day…

"Woo!" I exclaimed, running into the meadow. Different colored flowers were all around me, and I twirled in them. As a little girl, I always loved meadows. Around me, Stacey was taking pictures, while Will, Layla, Zack, Magenta, Jamie and Ethan were talking. I heard a snap, and I looked over at Stacey, who was whistling away, trying to look innocent. I rolled my eyes, and felt eyes on me. I turned around to look at Warren, who was staring at me, with an unfamiliar look in his eyes.

"What?" I asked. He just shook his head.

"You're so…"

"Beautiful? Smart? Sexy?" I offered, grinning. He smirked.

"Well, I was going to say 'like a little kid'…" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Read it," Warren whispered in my ear. I turned the locket around.

"To Kitten, you're one in a million. Love, Warren," I read aloud, and I suddenly felt like crying. Not because I was sad, because I'd never gotten anything like this since my mom gave me my other necklace.

"I don't deserve," I muttered. Warren wrapped his arms around my waist, and looked me in the eye.

"Don't ever say that," he said. I sighed, and buried my face in his chest.

"Thank you so much, Warren," I mumbled into his chest. He kissed my forehead.

"You're welcome, Kitten."

'Aw, so sweet. This makes up for not having the handcuffs…'

I mentally rolled my eyes at Abrianna, and Warren pulled away.

"Oh, and uh…" He pulled out another gift, and he seemed real nervous about it. I blinked.

"Another one?" I asked, teasingly. "You just love me that much?" He just rolled his eyes, and he tossed me the gift. He looked away as I opened it.

It was a black, red, and orange plaid scrapbook.

I opened it, and the pages were filled with pictures of me and Warren. I grinned at the memories, and looked at Warren.

"You, Warren Peace, are the best boyfriend in the entire fucking world," I whispered, meaning every word. "And the fact that you actually sat down and made this only adds to it." He smirked, and I swear I saw him blush.

"Yeah, well…"

I kissed him quickly on the mouth.

"Here ya go!" I exclaimed, and I handed him his present. "And don't worry, I didn't make you an embarrassing sweater or something." Warren looked relieved, and I slapped his chest. He smirked, and unwrapped the paper. He opened it. He blinked at the first thing he saw, and I laughed.

I had gotten him a light since he was always losing his.

Yeah, he smoked.

I didn't care, it just made him seem more sexy.

It was black with orange flames, and the name 'KAT' was on it. I smirked.

"You're always losing yours, so…" I shrugged, and he smirked at me. He put the lighter in his coat pocket, and then looked at the other gift. He pulled out the first photo frame. It was of me and him. He was giving me a piggy back ride. I grinned.

"Just a little something to remember me by," I said. Warren suddenly looked very serious, and he stared into my eyes.

"You're unforgettable, Kitten," he said, seriously. I blinked.

"In a good way, or a bad way?" He rolled his eyes, and kissed me.

"Sometimes, I can't tell." I punched him on the shoulder, and he chuckled.

"There's more," I said, pulling another present out of my jacket. He rolled his eyes, mimicking me.

"Another one? You love me that much?"

"Don't ruin the moment," I said, and I handed the gift to him. He opened it, and stared at the photo frame. I smiled.

"Uh, I asked your mom if she had any pictures of your dad and you, and since he was taken away when you were young, there were only, like, one, and so…" I trailed off, not knowing if his silence was good or bad.

The picture was off a three year old Warren, smiling with his father standing next to him. I bit my lip waiting for a reaction. He just stared at it.

"Look, I'm sorry if you don't like it-"

"Thank you." I blinked at him.

"…What?"

"Thank you, Kitten," he said quietly, turning to look in my eyes. His eyes were filled with unshed tears, and memories of his dad. I smiled, and I hugged him.

"I know it's hard, Warren. But… there's something else." He looked at me, and I smiled. "Tomorrow, at noon… we have an appointment."

"What kind of appointment?"

"Don't worry, I'm not taking you to Couple's Therapy, or something." He smirked. "We're going to see your dad in prison."