The Angel in Disguise
"Oh, my god," FD whispered as the red head sat up, a sweet, sincere smile on his face. His deep azure eyes smiled at her. He stood up and approached them, a little butterfly in his hands. He let out his hand and the butterfly flew away, and that smile remained. FD took in his whole appearance. His wild red hair was spiked somewhat to the sides, his gentle, cool azure eyes smiled sweetly at her. His face was light and gentle, a small gold hoop dangled from his left ear. His outfit was amazing, making him look like an angel. He looked at her and took in her appearance.
Tall, slender, long black hair, solid silver eyes that held a few sparkling tears behind the long curved and dark eyelashes, white eye shadow hovering over them. Her face was light and gentle with a rosy blush around her cheeks. A pink shirt with black lining and spaghetti straps wrapped around her ample chest and slender waist, a matching sweater over her arms, a pink and black checker pattern skirt fell down to two inches over her knees, revealing long slender legs and a pair of white strapped heels. She was beautiful.
"FD, I would like you to meet the top blader on my team. Brooklyn," Mystel spoke. The red head smiled at her, took her hand, and kissed it.
"A pleasure to meet you, FD," he spoke. He looked into her eyes, and she gasped. He was so beautiful. She looked up at Mystel, then back down to Brooklyn, who recovered. He smiled sweetly at her.
"Um…nice to meet you, Brooklyn," FD said shyly. She was nervous. He was so beautiful. Like Mystel, but so much more different. He wasn't all mysterious and amazing, but more along the lines of beautiful and angelic. Thoughts ran a mile a minute in her head, dragging her away from there, towards the woods, towards the mansion, towards her room on the third story, towards her sketchpad that she left on her bed. She no longer wishes to be there, now that she was inspired to draw.
Brooklyn then was pulled away by Mystel and the boys started talking, leaving FD standing alone. She stepped back, her face growing as red as a rose. She couldn't stand there without having her face go red. She didn't have feelings for Brooklyn, but she did find him quite beautiful. And as she watched them converse, she walked away towards the front of the building to think. Ideas, thoughts, plans ran through her head crazily, there one moment, gone the next, all memorized quickly. She stood by the curb, thinking hard. She wanted, more than anything right now, to be in her room, buried within its pages, drawing and permanent the images sculpted in her mind.
"It's been a long time, Rika," came a voice. FD turned to see an elder boy, like between eighteen and twenty, smiling at her, his aqua blue hair falling against his face elegantly, his auburn eyes smiling at her behind his sunglasses. She smiled at him. She approached him and ran her hand against the side of his face sweetly.
"Hitoshi? It's been so long. I haven't seen you since-"
"Since the prom at my school. I can't believe I actually pitied you. Now look at you! All grown and beautiful! Damn, what trouble have I been into?" he asked in a teasing voice. She smiled. She remembered that two years ago, she was friends with Hitoshi, and he had to go to his prom, but was dateless, so he asked her. He never had feelings for her, which really pissed her off at the time, because she had feelings for him, but no more now.
"You've been in trouble since, huh? Now I know what you really think of me," FD spoke sarcastically. She was too grown. Fully grown in his eyes. He smiled at her.
"If you're not busy later, you want to hang out?" Hitoshi asked.
"Sorry, Hitoshi, but those feelings no longer last here," she said with a sincere smile. What was this feeling growing inside him? Love? Care? What? He never used to love Rika, nor did he ever really care for her more than just a friend. But when he was in high school, he remembered how innocent she seemed. She would use to have her hair back all the time, and braces that sparkled magnificently. She had the same gray eyes, same black hair, but different height, different figure. Much more beautiful.
"So, you still draw?" Hitoshi asked.
"Yeah. Old habits die hard, you know," she said with a smile.
"Your habits die pretty quick," Hitoshi said with a grimacing smile. She glared at him as her face grew red.
"Don't bring that up!" she yelled.
"Uh-oh. The only time you tell me not to bring that up is when you find someone else. You've found someone else! That's why you won't go out with me!" Hitoshi spoke.
"No! I won't go out with you is because I no longer have feelings for you. To me, you're just the same as ever!" FD yelled. She tightened her sweater around her, and then stormed away.
The picture came along real well. It's shading so remarkable, so direct and deep. The eyes stared back up at her, and she just stared with interest. This picture was by far the best. And, though she had just finished drawing it, it was completely different from the rest.
"Hey, what are you working on?" came a voice. The girl looked up to see an Egyptian blond leaning against the railing of her balcony, a pleased smile on his face.
"Mystel, hey. Nothing, just got inspired to draw. I'm not done yet," she said. She moved over on her queen size bed and Mystel approached her on it. He sat next to her as she put the sketchpad down at the foot of the bed. He lied down on the bed, and to his surprise, she laid her head on his chest and relaxed. She had never been this close to him. It was warm, sweet, romantic, even…. Mystel shook the thoughts out of his head, hoping her father would not barge in on them.
"They're not home," FD spoke, as if knowing what he was wondering. "They all went out when I came home."
"So…that leaves us alone in a mansion…in your room…your sound-proof room…on your bed…." Yeah, Mystel could just imagine it. She snickered and shook her head. Then she sat up slightly to look into his eyes.
"It ain't going to happen!" she said playfully before returning to her spot on his chest. He groaned angrily, frustrated, but it did make sense. He didn't know whether she was a virgin or not, but he knew for a fact he was. Everything about him was virgin, his lungs, everything. But, even though she said no, nothing stopped them for being together like this. This was perfect.
"Mystel, would you be mad if I was friends with different guys?" she asked.
"No, why?"
"Because I'm still friends with an old friend of mine. You might know him. Hitoshi?"
"You were friends with Hitoshi?"
"When he was still in high school. We went to the prom together, just as friends, and now he wants to be my friend again."
"No, I don't have a problem. You start eyeing different guys, then I'll be pissed off," he spoke.
She rolled her eyes, then raised herself slightly, and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled, but sat up. He looked at her, her sincere silver eyes just staring up into space. Then he found himself laying on top of her, kissing her, placing his lips on her neck. It never went any farther, but for some reason he felt this was right. This and this only. Making-out, and that was all he really needed. He didn't have those solid urges he did when he first met her, but she still turned him on. It was natural.
Suddenly, she pushed him off of her and sat up. She was distracted, big time.
"Everything okay?" he asked her. She gave him a smile that signified a yes. But he didn't buy it. She was hiding something from him. But what?
Mystel brought her close, and kissed her, tilting her head back slightly. She returned the kiss, but not as enthusiastic as he was. Something was on her mind. He tried several times to find out what, but she only assured him that she was fine. But her mind was drifting from there. Far from Mystel. Far from her room. Her mind was at BEGA, trying to find Hitoshi, trying to recapture the memories of them being together. Eventually, the memories came back, but not in the form she had expected.
The night was so dark still, and, with the balcony windows open, the light violet curtains billowing outside of the room, trailing along the balcony, a sleeping teenager moaned as her dreams took over. The quiet night, no visitors, no rain, but clouds still covered the sky, hiding the moon and stars. Within the darkness of her mind she was standing alone in the darkness, and images flashed through her.
She was sitting at a bench; she felt her hair was back in a ponytail. She felt the tight metal in her mouth. She looked up and saw a boy approach her, tall, senior like, blue hair hanging over his face elegantly, his auburn eyes smiling at her.
"Hey, Hitoshi!" she cried.
Hitoshi smiled at her. Then this image faded and she was standing in a beautiful gymnasium, decorated to look like the dance for a prom, a disco ball hanging high from the ceiling, a DJ playing the music, a punch bowl and buffet table standing against one of the walls, teenagers dancing and having a blast. She felt a strong hand tug on her arm and she looked up to see Hitoshi. He dragged her out onto the dance floor and danced with her. She saw how his face sparkled in the lights that flickered across the room. The beauty mesmerized her. He twirled her, and she caught the stares of a couple of guys. Did she really look that good?
Suddenly, that image flashed forward to when she and Hitoshi were standing on her balcony, staring up at the sky. She didn't realize how cute he was in the moonlight, and apparently he didn't know how good she looked in the moonlight. Suddenly, she couldn't help but allow her hand to drift to his, gently touching it. He looked down, and then pulled away.
"Hitoshi, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Listen, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, and I hope we can stay friends after this, but I just don't like you like that. You're like my friend, if more, my sister. And the only reason I asked you out tonight was because I didn't want to look bad in front of my friends. I don't like you like that, alright?" he said. Something hurt inside her. She looked down sadly, not wanting to look at the boy who she thought she loved.
"So you mean to tell me you hold absolutely no feelings for me?" she asked, her voice low and sad.
"Don't get me wrong, Rika. You're an excellent dancer, a pretty girl, and a great friend. I just don't like you anymore than that. Do you understand? You're not my type," Hitoshi spoke. She didn't look back at him. Something hurt inside her. She felt that if she looked at him, that pain would only increase.
She heard Hitoshi sigh. She felt his hand on her shoulder. She pulled away quickly, not wanting to look at him. "Rika, please, I hope we can stay friends," he spoke. She did not respond. They stood in silence for a while, and then she heard him leave. As soon as she made sure he was gone, she broke into tears. How could he? Friends? Not his type? Then what was his type?
These memories flashed in FD's dreams, and she awoke with a startle, sweat dripping from her head. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. All she could think of was Hitoshi and how he hurt her back then. He didn't hurt her anymore, it didn't hurt to look at him, but something told her it was now looked at from his view. He was now feeling for her. That she could not allow to happen.
