His Eyes are Blue
Summary: I'm-as you probably know- Faith de Silva. And I'm in love with Magnus. Now, all I gotta do is protect him and keep my deep passion covered. Oh. Yeah. That'll be easy.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to Meg Cabot or Mari Mancusi.
Chapter Six: Te Amo
Magnus's POV(a/n: Betcha were wondering when I'd do that!)
The upside: I was out of the way of those hormonal teenage girls.
The downside: I was stuck with Faith.
She was glaring at me spitefully, her long, wavy hair in her face. I remembered that day in the alley. We had barely known each other, then...
Those emerald eyes were full of anger, the typical anger you see in her. But the way she looked so wild, so outraged, reminded me...
"I never thought I'd find you," She laughed, "The one who has evaded me for so long..."
That was strange.
Faith's POV
Magnus had a weird, clouded look in his eyes for a moment. Then he blinked. I brushed a bit of hair out of my face.
"Nice of you to come back to the land of the not-so-living," I commented, "Now, look, what's your problem?"
"Remember what I said that one day?" He asked, "When I said we hunger?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"There's your answer."
"What
do you mean!" I yelled, "You're so cryptic, and so
protective, all high and mighty, and-"
He got up close to me.
"Oh, really?" He said, his voice just as loud as mine, "Then let me say something about you, m'lady! You are the most hyperactive, inept, psychotic-" He broke off, and looked me in the eye, his eyes boring into me.
"You, Faith Isabella de Silva, are the most annoying creature I've ever met. And I love you."
My jaw would have dropped. If it wasn't quickly occupied.
Magnus had swept me up into his arms, his lips meeting mine. My arms twisted around his neck, just as his were around my waist, and my eyes were closed.
That's when I realized a few things.
A) I was kissing, no, making out with a twenty-one year old.
B) He was a vampire.
C) He was Magnus.
Excellent.
His tongue ran across my mouth, and I eargerly opened said mouth, thus turning it into a French kiss.
But Magnus, being Magnus, suddenly stopped all the fun and jerked away.
"I'm sorry, Faith," He said in a ragged voice, looking down. But I pulled him toward me again.
"I have something to tell you," I whispered.
"What?" He asked softly.
"Te amo, Magnus."
He apparently forgot that he had decided to stop kissing me, and we found a nice chair in the closet, where he sat down, I sat down on his lap, and we went back to our lovely French kiss make-out.
Charity's POV
I was starting to get bored. All that had happened since I'd left those two was: Two guys hitting on me, me punching said guys, and Ben being transported to the hospital with a broken wrist.
Big baby.
So, I decided to check on my two dear friends. Now, I'm not a big matchmaker, but I'm not blind. I had known ever since I saw them that something was going to happen.
I walked up and knocked on the closet door. No answer.
"Hello?"
No answer.
So, me being the good girl I am, not wanted two people to suffocate, I opened the door.
"Oh... My... Gosh..."
And shut it really fast.
Well... they sure weren't suffocating.
Faith's POV
I won't tell you exactly what Charity saw.
All I'll tell you is that it was kinda rated PG-13(yes, I'm still a virgin, perverts).
A bit later, I was smoothing my hair down(and making sure I didn't have any... let's call them bites), and Magnus, being the nervous wreck of a vampire he is, was blabbing nonstop as he fixed his tuxedo.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is
bad..."
"Shut up or I'll have to kiss you again," I
smirked, "And we know where that gets us."
He rolled his eyes. But still could not keep a smile off of his face.
"So?" I asked, "How are we gonna handle it?"
"I suggest we keep it
quiet."
"Charity knows something."
"She
always did."
A thought struck me.
"Magnus, do you know Spanish?" I asked innocently.
"No," He laughed, "But I have a strange feeling about what te amo means."
"Good."
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Charity's POV
I am disturbed.
OK, you probably got that from the moment you met me, but now I am really disturbed. Most people are after seeing their best friends making out. Sure, I had hinted that they should, but who listens to me?
Creepy...
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I KNOW it was short and a filler, but ya had to know, right?
