"I don't have a freakin' problem! I'm normal, dammit! There's not a fuckin' thing wrong with me! Don't you dare make me go back to that idiot psychiatrist!" Arianell shouted at her parents.

She stood in center of the small living room of their small house in Salem, Oregon. Breathing heavily, she crossed her arms over the tight, black T-shirt that had a very vulgar image on it. An equally bad message was written on the bad. She glared at them, her parents staring at her in shock. They hadn't thought she would yell those words at her, though, in her opinion, she thought they should have.

Her ears were pierced all the way up, nine earrings in each ear to be exact. Her nose was pierced. She sported three piercings in her lip: one on the right, one in the middle, and one on the left. Her tongue was also pierced, and she was clanking the barbell against her teeth in anger.

Rolling her eyes in disgust, Arianell turned and walked out of the room. Walking towards the front door, she grabbed her black and red backpack and stormed out of the house.

***

About ten minutes later, Arianell was lying on a big, queen-sized bed. She looked around the room and wished her parents gave her as much freedom.

The walls were painted black, with posters of various rock-groups sort of, spread around. Glancing down, she saw the black carpet, and the black bedspread. If she had gotten up, she knew that there would be the words Vampire Prince in blood red, with what looked like torrents of the red liquid around it.

On the dresser, oak wood that was painted black, was a picture of herself and a boy. They were hugging.

The boy was slightly taller than her, with spiky black hair, the tips were blood red. His eyebrow, lips, nose, and ears were pierced. So was his tongue, but one wouldn't know by just looking at the picture. His crystal blue eyes contrasted to her dark brown-almost-black ones.

As she was studying it, the boy in the picture walked into the bedroom. He smiled at her and closed the door behind him, locking it. He then walked over and sat on the leather chair in front of the computer. Swiveling it around, he watched her for a moment.

"Um…thanks for talking your parents into letting me stay for the night,"Arianell said softly.

The boy shrugged, "It was easy. They like you and trust us…so yeah."

She smiled bitterly, "Orion, you're so lucky. My parents trust me and like you about twice as much as your parents trust you and like me. It sucks."

"Yeah I imagine it would suck. I don't really care if your parents like me, just as long as they put up with me being with you."

Arianell nodded, "I wish I could move in with you."

He sighed and pulled himself off the chair. Orion walked over to lie on the bed next to her. He stared in her eyes, "You'll have to talk with them sometime. You can't avoid them forever. One day, after you leave, they're going to do something you'll wish they hadn't. What happened this time?"

She rolled over onto his back and stared at the burgundy ceiling, "They told me I had to go to the psychiatrist again. That I have to solve my problems."

Orion stared for a moment, then let out a bark of laughter.

"Hey!" she said, playfully hitting his arm. "It's not funny!"

"Yes it is," he laughed. "It's hilarious."

She glared at him. "No it's not. I don't have any problems!"

He nodded, and managed to choke out between his laughing, "Yeah you do."

She stared at him in surprise. Suddenly she looked hurt. Growling, she pushed herself up off the bed and turned to look at him.

"Fine! I don't know why I came here. I'm done. I give up," she said coldly.

Orion suddenly stopped laughing. His eyes widened in surprised. He reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him. She lost her balance and fell on top of him. He smirked a little, and then kissed her passionately. She opened her mouth slightly almost instinctively. His tongue slipped in and traced her teeth. Then he pulled back.

Pushing her up so he could look in her eyes, Orion whispered, "I think I'm in love with you. Don't ever leave me, please."

Arianell stared in shock, then searched his eyes suspiciously. He was telling the truth. She sighed softly and rested her head on his chest.

"I won't. I promise."

Unknown to her, a smile of pure and true happiness appeared on Orion's face.

***

Two hours later, Arianell and Orion were sitting on the floor, looking at a piece of paper. A guitar, black with red Celtic designs, was also on the floor next to them. Arianell was scribbling words on a piece of paper, then she would strum something on the guitar, write that down, and then mentally convert the notes to piano, writing those down too.

Orion was watching her, slightly awed. How does she do it? he wondered to himself.

"Arianell?" came a woman's voice, breaking the silence.

Arianell raised her head and called back, "Yes?"

"Phone, dear."

She sighed and got up to go answer it, motioning Orion to stay.

She ran down the steps, took the phone from his mother, mouthed a 'Thank you', and said, "Hello?"

"Hi, honey," came her mom's voice. "We've got good news.

Oh goodie, she thought. "Oh? What is it?"

"We're moving! To Toronto!"

"Canada? You're freakin' taking me to Canada?" she practically shouted. Then she remembered her promise to Orion. "Mom! We can't," she whispered.

"Oh, hun, you'll make new friends! We've already found a school. Degrassi. You'll love it. you need to come home tomorrow so we can start packing…unless you want us to pack your stuff," her mother said, as if trying to be soothing.

Degrassi? Who the hell would name their school Degrassi? She barely heard the last thing her mom said, "No, wait! I'll do it tomorrow. Don't you dare touch any of my things."

"Alright," her mother laughed. "I'll see you later. Bye."

Hanging up the phone, she sighed. She was leaving. Leaving Orion. Oh God! What would he do? What would he say?

Arianell took a deep breath and started for her boyfriend's room. This was going to be interesting.