A/N: I don't own degrassi and if you don't like this pairing I am sorry but that's how it is.
Sean's point of view
Her name rings through my head she is all I think about with her lemonade sweet and tart smile and her whiskey smooth voice. She brings me hope for tomorrow. She is the orange in the sunrise and the crash of the waves on the sand she is the best dream I have ever had. There is nothing about her that doesn't tempt me in one way or another. From the cinnamon sugary smell of her hair, the sun kissed glow of her cheeks, the deepest depth of those never ending bourbon colored eyes, and her heart that sings to me in notes not yet invented. I never quiet got why she was drawn to me. I am a raindrop small and unimportant but she is the ocean commanding and dangerously beautiful. I will never be good enough for her but I want to be I need to be. She is the world I wanted to live in. She helped me escape the mundane and broken reality I was living in. Her smile encompasses beauty. All she had to do is show up and I melt into a puddle of manliness. She was the be all and end all of my existence. And surpassingly that realization, that fact doesn't scare me though it should. How can I be ok with giving some one the power to break me? I am ok with it though. Every second I am not with her I want to be and when I am with her the world melts into this big swirling color ball the holds her and that's all it is good for. No else could hold a candle to her and everything else I do is another thing keeping me from her. But our love, that forever kind that burning heat for one another meant that the fall, the heart ache could kill me and I was most defiantly on the course for the death. She always belonged to someone else and that someone else was Craig. The brooding crying emo artist but he was a silghtly unhinged and as posessive as they came. No, he won't give Manny up without a fight and neither will I. So they were stuck in this holding pattern where I love my dark angel with all I have though I am too much of a man to admit it. I worship the ground she walks on because unlike Emma or Ellie she doesn't try to change me. I changed not because she asked me too but because I want to be better for her. She loves me in spite of my dangerous side or maybe because of it. I don't have to watch my every move with her. Like I did with the other two. I can be me without reservation. But I have changed for the good I think. I have stopped drinking not because she asked me to but because she asked why I drank if I knew how much trouble I would get into. I didn't have an answer for her so I stopped doing it. I can sit in complete silence with her and feel like I've said a million things I can be entangled in her and never want to move. She makes me that comfortable. I can watch her sleep and feel complete.
Watching her glide towards me on one of those forbidden meeting that we both get such a thrill out of organizing. Her hips are swaying and I can see the smallest glimpse of her butterscotch colored stomach. Her midnight colored hair hovers around her face covering her in a mystery I'd like nothing more then to unravel. She fills my brain with her face and baby pink and blue swirls if contentment. She snakes her self around my body so that I am completely covering her and she places her soft butterfly wing lips to mine. I taste her vanilla raspberry lips gloss. She smells of lily lotion and green tea body spray two scents that shouldn't mix well but on her they do. We meet like this almost every night and every time it's like the first time. She garbs me by my hand and pulls me towards my bike that is sitting only a few feet from us and this is the first time I am seeing anything other than her Godiva eyes and her petal soft lips. She is wearing a short black skirt that hugs her in places only I have touched and a hot pink shirt patterned with stars sprinkled across it. Hot pink elfin shoe adorned her feet and I laugh to myself because I know by the end of the night she'll be begging for me to carry her. I speak now though I could bask in the silence forever. "Baby, how are you suppose to ride in that?"
She simply smiled at me in her siren way places a slim prefect finger to my lips and pushes me towards the bike. I get on the bike and she places her self behind me and we're off to a party in another town were no one would find us. Where we can be together without worries. We reach a house that my angel knows but I don't. She walks so close to me she could wear me like a second skin. We enter the party and the base from some nondescript rap song fills my ears. As I watch her body snake to the rhyme I find a new appreciation for the music I usually detest as we enter the main room every male eye in the room is on her but none of them see her the way I do. Like a goddess all tan skin and never ending comfort they see her, as she isn't all gold glittery shine and sex. She emulated it, She oozed it but it wasn't for them it was for me. I knew that because she never so much as batted an eyelash at any of them except me. She began dancing again grinding her body into mine and I knew what everyone around me was thinking and they were right. I was the luckiest guy there.
Out the corner of my eye I saw something that made my heart stop right in mid beat. Walking towards us was Paige and Jimmy. I spun her around so she could see them all the color drained from her face. Paige without missing a beat walked up to us a smile plastered on her almost plastic façade. "Manny hon I see your taste is getting better and better. After what Craig did to you he deserves this but if he finds out there will be hell to pay" the smile faded slightly and she looked almost serious "we won't tell " she whispered "right Jimmy" she nudged him and he nodded. Something about this situation didn't sit right with me but I sallowed it and let it slide because if my angel was happy then so was I. We moved through our night. Me following the grace and beauty of my private dancer. We headed home and I savored her heat that surrounded me and her clean soft smell that invaded every part of me. She was my dark angel my dark amongst the over powering light. She gave me a sleep I didn't want to wake from. She smiled and assaulted me with her candy-coated kisses. She started to walk away trailing our hands between us only letting go when she had too. Watching the distance between our bodies grow was killing me and the part where I had to send her back to him every night was getting harder and harder.
I know Craig pretends he doesn't notice that the look of love that used to resituate through her eyes was no longer there. He pretends that her fragile heart is still beating for him because he was to much of a baby just to back away slowly he was going to hold on to her until she was suffocated by him. The colors that swirl in my head for her were the most beautiful I have ever seen. She is my dark angel, my cotton candy; chocolate covered cherry scented peace. My reason to stop believing that the world was out to get me. She has restored my faith in people. Her kisses like warm honey brings me happiness I have never known. Her smile is like the sweetest truth and I reveal in it every chance I get. I love her like I have never loved anything but she always belonged to someone else. I know that but I also know that I would die before I let Craig take her form me.