Heh. Hi. Yeah. Great news! I AM NOT DEAD! I would completely understand if you all hate me for leaving you so alone and with out words. But I have been trying to get better at writing. I don't know how that is working out, but I guess you will all be the first ones to know. Thanks for stinking by me, those who do. And to the others, if you hate me I understand!
Disclaimer- I only own the words I write, not this song, not these characters.
Here Be Da Story.
"Good evening, Garfield. Ready to meet my father?" a young lady said opening the door wide for her guest to enter.
In a chair, in a room of a house, in a city of a state sat a young man. A young man who was about to meet face to face with the devil, "Good evening, Mr. Roth." He spoke as a very tall man with flaming red hair walked into the dining hall.
"Good evening, Mr. Logan," responded the tall man as he took a seat in unison with the young man. Silence. A comforting, yet eerie silence spread through the hall.
Deciding that breaking silence would cause no one harm, Mr. Logan, as he has been recognized, spoke up, "How are you doing this evening, sir?" The rather short boy did not see the young lady steal a glance at him. Glance, no. Rather stare for a smaller amount of time. But her eyes quickly returned to the empty plate in front of her.
"Just fine. Carson, hurry with the food! I am sure our guest is rather hungry," ordered Mr. Roth. The shaky man nodded and hurried out of the room.
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, shell tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
"Thank you for coming over tonight. Father seems to like you, at least a bit."
Garfield watched as his friend removed the makeup from her eyes. Seated on the edge of her black covered mattress, he said, "Of course, Raven. But, why does everyone seem so afraid of him?"
"They have their reasons, believe me," she replied, whispering the last part. Bringing the curtains in front of the glass showing the world she smiled as small smile to her friend. "Good night, Gar. I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded, smiled, and left.
'Why is she so closed? She never opens up to anyone, Not even me!' he thought as he walked to his house, which was conveniently located only a few blocks away.
She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright
"Friend Raven, you have once again covered your eyes in black paint. Why is it that you paint your eyes dark every day, friend?" asked a very good friend named Kori.
Looking to her friend as they walked to school she said, "I really don't know. I suppose it reminds me of night. I am not quite sure." She pondered the thought for a while until she found no more reason for pondering it. Then it was quickly discarded to her short term memory.
"Rae! Wait!" Called a voice from behind. Both girls turned to see their crazy friend running at them with the speed of a cheetah. Unfortunately, that was no exaggeration, but when he came to stop he did more of a dive and landed in the nearest convenient mud puddle. "Great!"
"You were such a gentleman last night. What happened? Have the crazy insane spirits possessed you once more?" questioned the small teenager.
Pouting, he stood up and looked down at his shirt. Kori tried to mask her giggles as he pulled his shirt off over his head. "What?" he asked.
"Don't be modest for us, Gar. You go ahead and be as forward as you like," Raven laughed.
He rolled his eyes and began to dig in his bag for his gym shirt. "Oh I know it is in here somewhere! Aha! Found it!" Putting the shirt on quickly, he grabbed his bag and caught up with his lady friends who had decided to leave him behind on their walk to school.
Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
"And the question still remains. Are angels real? Well, many people have claimed that they have seen angels in dreams, life threatening situations, visions, or just simply on the street. But . . ." the religion teacher's voice turned into a blur to Garfield Logan.
"Raven. Pst! I bet you talk to the angels and I bet they talk back! Right?" He was so immature sometimes she couldn't help but smile.
But then it faded, "No, Gar. I am afraid that the angels don't seem to smile upon me much."
Gar thought for a while. Then he had an epiphany! "I have an idea!"
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
'He is so cute,' she thought petting the lock of hair she cut from his head when they were young. It was actually quite a funny story.
'Gar, you have such pretty hair!' stated an eight year old Raven.
He narrowed his eyes at her and said, "It's mine! Don't touch it!" he backed away and hugged his head.
She smiled evilly, "I bet you I can cut your hair from your head! If I do, I will keep it in my pocket so I can pet it whenever I want!" It was a foolish thing to say, but they were so young.
"No you won't! I bet I can get your hair first!" he yelled back in a playful tone.
Looking down to her long naturally purple hair she smiled, "No way, Garfield!"
He turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. Slyly, Raven grabbed the scissors off of the counter and lunged at him cutting a lock of hair from his head into her hand. "Ha! Got it!"
Tears sprung in his big emerald eyes. "Don't cry! It is just hair!" She gave him a friendly hug and he stopped crying and smiled.
"I will cut my hair short and cut a chunk out of it so we will have the same hair and if someone makes fun of you, they will have to make fun of me too!" Gar smiled to her.
"Really?" he asked.
She smiled one of her last ever full smiles, "Yeah!"
That night she cut her hair short and since then it had always been less than shoulder length like Gar's.
"What are you smiling at Rae? You never smile. Not since we were young. You were always so happy. Wait a minute, what happened?" he thought aloud.
"Nothing. And I don't know," She lied.
Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
As they walked out of religion class together, Gar stopped her in the hall. He brought a wet tissue to her eyes and wiped away the dark liner. "Better! Now the angels will talk to you, and you can talk to them! And leave it off, Rae. They love to sea your eyes."
She don't know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that ain't nothing
But to me, yeah me,
Its everything
English. Gar hated it, Raven loved it. But they had different periods for English so alone sat Gar in a chair, next to a girl, alone. His thoughts drifted where they usually drifted in English.
'Raven. Mmm. I wonder if she will go to homecoming with me. That would be sweet! She definitely needs more love in her life. Hehe! I love her more than life!' he thought happily.
"Yes!" yelled Gar telling himself he would ask her to the dance.
"Mr. Logan. Do you have something you wish to share?" the Teacher questioned pulling his glasses to the tip of his nose.
"N . . . no, sir."
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, theres a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright, alright yeah
"Friend Raven, your eyes! They are the most beautiful shade of lavender! I believe I have not yet once seen your eyes without the blackness surrounding," Kori complimented.
" Yeah, Rae! You've got awesome eyes! Almost the same color as that computer I built last summer," commented Victor.
"Thanks, guys."
Dick looked to his friends as he carried his lunch tray to their usual table, "Why did you take it off? I mean, you look great, but it isn't like you to just take it off."
"Well . . .," she began.
"I took it off of her! Now the angels will talk to her! They like to be able to see a person's eyes,' Gar interrupted as he came skidding up to them nearly spilling his lunch all over the freshly waxed tile floor.
"And how do you know this?" Victor asked as they all took a seat with their food.
Smiling with pride he responded with, "Because I can talk to angels!"
He got laughs, sure's, and yeah right's from his friends, but Raven stayed silent and nibbled her sandwhich.
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Dont you know that they call her out by her name
'Raven, come to the homecoming dance with me. Please,' he had asked with those big puppy dog eyes.
'I . . . I don't know Gar,' Raven responded.
His ears fell, though you wouldn't have been able to see it through his hair. 'Has some one already asked you?'
'Heaven's no. I . . . ok. I guess I will go. For you,' she had said. He attacked her with a . . .gentle hug.
'Thanks Rae! I will make sure you have the most fun in your life!'
That night Raven spoke to the angels. She asked them why. Why had she been blessed with such a wonderful friend. Why she deserved such wonderful friends. The answer? Because she was a wonderful special person, and Someone greater thought she deserved them.
Gar taught her to talk to angels, and two weeks later, he taught her to dance. Then a few months later, he taught her the lost art of 'The Raven's Smile'.
Mah. I be done. Love it, hug it, enjoy it, and talk to those Angels, rather, talk to God. He talks back!
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