"Building's burn, People die,

But real love

Lasts forever," The Crow.



Chapter one:

She came into the auto shop, searching for; he didn't know, disguised in Gucci sunglasses, a thigh length black trench coat, blue jeans that had seen better days, and a pair of black leather mudd buckle strapped doc martin style shoes. Her long flowing light brown hair was tucked behind her ears in an innocently childish way; her eyes he couldn't make out because of the sunglasses, but he guessed they were a soft chocolate brown that'd match her eyebrows. Her lips were full, red, looking like they'd be ready to pout to make men bend to their wills, her nose was straight and perfect, and her cheek bones added just the right flare to make her drop dead gorgeous. She was breathtaking, forgetting the fact that he couldn't see her eyes and ignoring the slight recognition of déjà vu, it was like he knew her.

Taking a deep breath Nick finally spoke. "May I help you?"

The beautiful young women looked up. Considering that Nick had only gotten a side glance of her and had been pretty much guessing her features just by her right cheek, he commented himself on doing a most fabulous job, only if he could see her eyes now.

She smiled generously. "No thanks!"

She then went back to looking at the gas caps. She was in the '97 section where there was an assortment of different colored caps to choose from. Some had different styles, techniques, or easier openings when beginning to pump gas. She leaned forward, her straight brown hair swinging forward, and grabbed a black gas cap.

"A, you know, that one is really hard to open. When you turn that one it will click back and take you a couple minutes to figure out why it did that and then most likely in a certain situation you would proceed to do it again." Nick continued politely.

She had a fake almost amused smile when pulled her glasses just slightly off her nose and glanced at him. Her eyes were challenging. "If I'm not mistaken you just, politely if anything, insulted me."

She slipped them back, shielding her heart stopping eyes. Nick was still recovering from his breath being taken away. Her eyes, oh her eyes were magnificent. Green with a slight yellow tint that made her them look exotic, mysterious, and passionate rolled into one. They made her look innocent and evil. Nick was sure that if you painted a black cross on her forehead she would look like an angel and a demon at the same time.

A group of people were starring and pointing at Nick. "He's with that weird club. I dated one of them. That Faye girl, the one that looks like a demon. Anyway it could've worked out if all that weird shit didn't happen. The sex was great though. One day she took me to meet all her friends and Nick, him, did something weird. I told Faye that I couldn't deal with it anymore and then she did something to me. Why can't they just be normal like me?" He grunted disrespectfully.

Nick smiled hard, even though he had dealt with the criticism his whole life he never got use to it, ignoring the group of people and then trying to get out of his rude insult, which he hadn't realized he had said until she pointed it out. "Well it was polite."

She took her glasses off this time and stared at him. Nick had never felt so uncomfortable in his entire life, making the situation a little more uncomfortable he realized, since a Charter bus had driven by with her face plastered to the side, exactly who she was. Lana Rhodes.

The group of people gasped as they saw the bus go by as well. "It's Lana Rhodes."

"You know if you'd have said that to any other women they'd have bashed you on the head," She told Nick.

He shrugged boyishly trying to make light of the situation. If he hadn't have been working he would have most likely ignored her, but this was his job, to help, it paid enough and it was getting him through college.

Just then the leader of the group that had made snide comments about Nick and his friends walked up to Lana. "May I have your autograph?"

Lana looked a little disoriented when he asked, but quickly recovered and gave a slight approval. She slipped the tip of her glasses into her mouth and reached for the ugly pad of paper.

"A, I don't have pen," The guy spoke uneasily looking at Nick.

Lana looked over at Nick as well. "I have one."

Nick slipped his hand into his jean pocket and produced a pen slightly glaring at Faye's ex-boyfriend.

"What's your name?" Lana asked gently as she smiled at Nick for the pen.

"Um, Josh," he stuttered.

She looked up. "Josh."

She began to write; with every ending word her wrist would slightly jerk, making it knowable that she was ending that word. As she came to a stop, Nick noticed something flicker in her eyes, a sad twinge.

"Josh, normal people, like you, are the ones who don't know," She read to him.

He laughed a little. "What does mean?"

Josh looked at Lana questioningly. Lana smiled slyly. "Figure it out."

He looked at her. "A, okay, thanks!"

Josh walked away with the thought intent in his mind.

Nick shook his head. "Here I am insulting you and there you are sticking up for me."

She snorted. "I think I'll take this gas cap."

It was the cap that Nick had informed not to get because it was hard to open. He couldn't believe it. "Oh well, I guess it isn't that hard to open." He sighed and ran his free hand through his slightly disheveled hair.

She laughed. Her laugh was gentle and husky, smooth and flowing.

"But just incase you change your mind I'll through in my suggestion for free." He told her as he slipped another gas cap in the bag that had the auto shop logo. It said 'if you aren't happy we aren't'.

"Thank you." She smiled, took the bag and started walking out.

"Bye."

After she left his boss walked in. "You are not going to believe who was just in!" Nick spoke to him.

He looked around. "Was it someone famous? That would be great if it was someone famous. We could be publicizing from it."

He looked back at the glass door, shook his head and grinned.