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Anyways, I'd like to announce that moi, Chiya, has work experience for the next two weeks! The first week I'm doing a project in a company, where me and my mates are gonna actually create a website. Okay, sounds great and all butI have to wear SMART CLOTHES! I swear, til now I've never even owned black trousers. Its all baggy jeans for me. Luckily the second week is in the backstage of a theatre and I can wearwhatever I like. YAY! Uh, anyways, I reckon I'll just stop rambling and let you read, huh?

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Eye of the Storm

Chapter Eighteen: Meet Phoenix, The Guardian Angel

In a way, I had always known there would an end to my quite happy lifestyle. Something was bound to happen. It always was that way. It's the rules of life.

And yet, me being completely naïve, I refused to foresee it.

Did I really expect to live happily ever after with Johnny?

Did I really expect to watch Holly balance two boys continuously?

Did I really expect everything to go my way?

Not really.

But that never stopped me.

Life is a roller coaster. And there will always be the downfalls waiting right after the sheer heights.

My name is Willow Tate.

I am one hundred percent human.

And as a result, I make mistakes.

"Hang on, wait up!"

I rolled my eyes, balancing easily on the branch and grabbing Mirror's hand. Hauling her up and then straightening, I peered at the house looming in front of us.

"Big huh?" Mirror smirked, holding a video recorder in one hand.

"Seen bigger," I shrugged.

"Don't tell me…"

"Tala's!" Mirror and me said at the same time, Mi laughing quietly.

Seriously though, Tala practically owns a fucking mansion!

"What are you guys trying to do anyway?" Destiny called up from the ground, two storeys below us.

"We're getting dirt," Mirror explained, setting up the video recorder and pointing it towards the window with a light on.

"On who?"

"Miguel of course," I smirked, as I spotted the said blonde walking around his room.

"Bloody hell, I can't see ANYTHING," Mirror cursed.

"Zoom in then!" I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh yeah," Mi grinned sheepishly.

"Hey, Willow, check this out…"

"Wha- oh,"

"That was not there last time I was there," Mirror choked out.

Needless to say, when boys have cardboard cutouts of Britney Spears, you know you should NOT have dated them.

"Oh my God, what is he doing!"

"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, EW!"

"That's gotta be the smallest dick I've ever seen,"

"Mirror!"

"What!"

Mirror pulled the 'innocent' face. Only, it doesn't tend to work when you've got this massive grin plastered all over your face.

"Exactly how many dicks have you seen?"

Mi smirked, "That's for me to know and you NEVER to find out,"

I pouted, "Spoil sport,"

"What's he doing now?" Mi asked since I now was in possession of the camera.

I pulled a face, "Wanking off to Britney Spears…how he managed to be turned on by a moulding piece of cardboard I have no idea, especially since its Britney Spears…"

"How the hell did I manage to go out with that thing?" Mirror said with a disgusted look.

"Fuck, you are right, that's gotta be the smallest dick I've ever seen!"

"That coming for you, its gotta be small!" Mirror laughed.

"HEY!"

"Oh sorry, I completely forgot your all miss committed now," Mi said with a grin.

"What the hell has Ozuma been telling you?" I sniffed, trying and, of course, failing to look affronted.

"Things that I'm sure are not true," Mirror said with a serious face, patting me on the shoulder.

"Bloody patronising you are," I snarled in mock anger, turning back to Miguel.

"He's finished wanking,"

"Naaaaaah, you don't say!"

I rolled my eyes.

"And out comes Mr Sparkles!" Mirror said with a flourish, accompanied with a triumphant grin.

Ah, the reason we came here in the first place…Mr Sparkles, Miguel's stuffed, slightly worn out, purple dragon.

Remember when I first met Mirror? She was arguing with her now ex-boyfriend, none other than Miguel Inoyez. She mentioned something about him sleeping with a teddy bear; well that's Mr Sparkles.

This is technically our pay back time. Capture a few shots of him with Mr. S. and send it to everyone and anyone by email. No problem.

Miguel Inoyez sleeps with a stuffed dragon.

A fucking dragon.

They don't even exist.

Or at least, I think so.

Imagine if dragons actually existed! Hey, that would be cool! I would so get one as a pet and make it breathe fire on Amber's hair…oh, the look on her face…

Ahem.

Anyways.

"Willow!" Mirror hissed in delight, bouncing up and down. She had this really concerning gleam in her cherry eyes, concerning because when she gets that kinda gleam then she's thought up some plan that'll probably get us into deep shit…or scare the hell outta us with the closeness we come to being in deep shit anyway…

Someone get me a bomb shelter.

"Mirror…please, please, please, don't…"

"Lets steal Mr Sparkles!"

Silence.

Somewhere far far away a cricket…well, cricketed I suppose.

And much closer to home Mirror Chang was dementedly grinning like two demented things.

Suddenly I'm wishing I never woke up this afternoon.

"You're joking,"

"Nope,"

"You're insane,"

"Yup,"

I officially declare that Mirror Chang is mentally unstable and remains a danger to the wider population, including yours truly so GET HER OUTTA HERE!

"Mirror," I sighed, "If we break in and get caught by the police it'll break my Dad's heart. Fucking up in school is one thing but being arrested is something else entirely,"

Mirror's demented grin faded, THANKFULLY. Seriousness spread across her facial features like wild fire. Whoa, weird!

"Okay, sorry Cass. I know how much you love your Dad,"

I smiled, "However, Mi, that'll only happen if we get caught. And you're looking at a pro at the arts of stealth,"

The demented grin was back.

Then again, I was wearing one myself, so who am I to complain?

"Watch that…!"

"Argh! Shit!"

"Mirror!"

"Whoa, that was close,"

"No shit fuzzhead,"

"FUZZHEAD?"

"Keep it down!"

"Okay okay…fuzzhead?"

"I dunno, it seemed funny in my mind,"

Mirror rolled her eyes, glancing back at the vase she had nearly tripped over.

"How do we even he's asleep?" I hissed at Mirror, grabbing her and pulling her away from what was a potential disaster had she continued walking towards the stairs in the dark. Honesty, klutz or what?

"Cos he would've heard us by now if he was awake," Mirror shrugged.

"I guess," I sighed, peering around in the dark. I could make out a door to my right. "Its this one right?"

"Yeah, that's the one. You or me?"

I looked at Mirror for a split second.

"Fuzzhead…Mirror…maybe I should go? Cos, y'know--"

"I'm a complete klutz and would somehow manage to bring the whole house down? Yeah I know," Mirror interrupted, grinning.

Well, at least I don't have to worry about her going off in a strop with me.

I grinned back and pushed the door open very very slowly, peering around the edge. I could see Miguel snoozing happily in his bed, clutching Mr Sparkles to his chest. Seeing this as a sign to continue, I slowly tip toed my way towards his bed, which, can you believe it, was all the over on the opposite side of the room.

Did I really believe I was going to get there and back without a single hitch?

Of course, cos right then I pulled a Mirror and tripped over a stray trainer, THENmy training kicked in and I flipped to avoid falling on my butt, only to land unhelpfully on the edge of the bed, delicately balancing on the very edge of the mattress and every second slipping.

So I took a VERY small step forwards, trying to avoid any bits that belonged to the body of Miguel Inoyez.

I didn't mean THOSE kinda bits! GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA THE GUTTERS!

ANYWAYS! Then I bent over in attempt to wrestle Mr Sparkles from Miguel's grip, who was facing away from me.

This is the point, ironically, that he rolled over and wrapped his arms around my foot.

Oh God help me.

This is not my day.

And what does Mirror do? She laughs! Honestly, the friends I have!

Right, lets gets this freak OFF me.

Leaning down again and plucking Mr Sparkles neatly out of his arms, before chucking it over my shoulder for me to pick up once I got out of there. Then I attempted to get my foot out of Miguel's grip only to have him tighten his hold on me.

I'm starting to wish my foot was smelly. At least then he wouldn't be hugging it.

And yet Mirror continues to laugh.

Rather quietly, I admit, but STILL!

Okay.

Okay. This shouldn't be a problem. Not at all. Maybe for someone like, oh I dunno, cough-Mirror-cough, but not for me, nuh uh…

Erm, please let go of my foot?

Please?

Oh, who am I kidding!

I yanked my foot. Hard.

At the same time he let go of my foot, rolling over again.

THUMP!

And I tripped and landed, unlike last time, hard on my butt.

And what happens next? Yup, you got it!

MIGUEL WOKE UP!

Okay, don't panic don't panic, get up, yes that's it get up, Miguel's still sleepy you could bluff this out, c'mon, where's your creativity Willow, think of something, anything, bloody hell, Mirror is so dead after this, ohhh, what can I do, he's not going buy any excuse that I make up, I'm in his room for Christ's sake, no no no, you can't give up Willow, c'mon THINK!

"Huh? W-who are you?" Miguel blinked sleepily, yawning.

I took full advantage of the fact it was dark and he definitely couldn't see my face. Y'know, going on the fact I had my hood up.

"I," I started, my voice airy and cold at the same time, "I am your guardian angel,"

Yes, that's the best my useless mind can up with right now.

"Guardian angel?" Miguel muttered, looking confused. "I have a guardian angel?"

Oh. My. God.

He's buying it! He's actually BUYING IT!

"Yes, Miguel Inoyez. Every sole being has a guardian angel. I am yours. You may call me…uh…"

Think, Willow, think!

"Phoenix,"

Well, what can I say? I've always liked the name Phoenix.

"Phoenix? Uh, okay," Miguel shrugged. "Any reason you're here?"

Oh Jesus, what is this? Twenty Questions?

"Beware of…the…cats!"

This is getting really weird.

"Cats?"

"Yes, upon meeting black cats within the next week you will suffer from…great…trauma…"

"Um, thanks Phoenix, I'll keep that in mind,"

"Very good. I must be off to do my guardian angel thing. Goodbye!"

"Bye Phoenix!"

Needless to say, I ran outta there as fast as I could. Not without grabbing Mr Sparkles first though.

Mirror was cackling by the time we had met up with Dest again.

"Oh my God Willow, guardian angel! Brilliant!"

"What happened?" Destiny frowned.

"Meet Phoenix, Miguel's guardian angel!" Mirror said promptly, and then collapsed into laughter once again.

"And you know the best thing?"

"What?" Destiny asked wearily.

"I CAUGHT IT ALL ON TAPE!"

God help me.

Of course, the next day everyone was buzzing about the email and the fact that Mr Sparkles was currently in my possession.

Even Kai was downright impressed.

"Miguel is gonna have something to say about this," Max snickered, while Kara just laughed her head off in his arms.

And now EVERYONE is calling me Phoenix! I mean, what is THAT about?

"Bring him on," I smirked at my brother, before squealing as Johnny suddenly picked me up and twirled me around.

"Well, little Phoenix, what are you planning to do to Sparkles?" Johnny asked with a grin.

"Actually, its Mister Sparkles," Mirror said smugly, her hand in Kai's.

I'd almost say that was sweet if I hadn't known she was stringing him along.

I grinned, "No idea. What d'you think about dying him pink?"

"Sounds tempting," Destiny admitted. Everyone knows Dest is the queen of any fabric. Give her a rag and she'll make a stylish dress. "Hey Phoenix, let me work my magic on Sparkles…please, please please?"

"What you begging for? Have fun with the dragon!" I smirked, producing the stuffed toy and tossing it to Dest. She squealed and began bouncing up and down.

"I still can't believe you didn't tell anyone you were doing this," Sky said, looking distinctly proud. Which was nothing compared to the way Nick and Fred had began singing praises and hugging the hell out of me earlier on.

"Eh, this was personal," Mirror shrugged.

"Yeah, Dest only came along cos she was the only one we could trust to be quiet and actually keep a look out,"

Destiny sniffed, pretending to look teary eyed, "Thank you guys,"

"No problem!" we chorused.

Johnny suddenly tugged on my arm. "Can I talk to you? Alone?"

I gave him a confused look.

"Sure. We'll be right back guys!"

Johnny grabbed my hand and led me towards the big oak tree in the secluded area of the school grounds.

And then…silence.

I'm getting some really bad déjà vu here. Back then I ended up in tears, but I guess the results were good. In a way. I think.

Erm, Johnny?

Heeeellloooooo?

As if he had actually heard me, Johnny sighed and hugged me.

Which was completely random, but hey, who am I complaining?

"Willow…"

"What?" I asked, my voice muffled as I was leaning against his chest.

"I…well, there's no easy way to say this…"

Okay…okay…why does he sound like…

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no. No no no no. This is NOT happening. He is NOT GONNA BREAK UP WITH ME NOW!

"So I guess I'll take the simplest way of saying this…"

I swear if he says 'I'm breaking up with you' I am going to scream. Well, actually, I probably would just stand there in complete shock, and then Johnny would ask 'Are you okay?' cos like it or not he's still my best friend, so he does care about me just not in the way I care about him, and then I would nod blankly, mutter something about needing to find Holly and then—

"I'm in love with you,"

The whole world exploded.

YES! FINALLY, JOHNNY HAS ADMITTED IT! HA HA!

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