It's like a big back story. I just wanted to get it clear before going on.
No POV:
Screen pans through the streets of Seaford, then stopping at one street. What is so special about this street? The screen pans across the street as a dark hoodie human walks along. The dim lights on this very street gleam against the pavements must be early morning in this small town. It's a suburban street, not close to any other. It may seem that guy in the black is just a teenager walking to school-but he's much more than that. The screen follows the guy in the hood as he cuts through his yard, into the back house, then three doors down on the next street over. Screen pans over three doors down from where the teenager came from to a new kind of personality of a person. This three year old girl with long blonde hair braided into a complicated braid down her back, she runs in the front yard to play with countless amounts of toys. As the little girl plays in amusements, the screen pans to the left in the window of the house she's in front of. Two adults-much similar to the little girl outside-they're body movements and face expressions say that they have some sort of disagreement, which is quickly spiraling out of control of both of them. Somehow fire starts in between them both-not showing who made it-the female shifts into a large wolf, just as the male throws balls of flames at her. The flames surprisingly don't burn down the house, as if the male has the power of how it reacts. The screen pans into the house as he sobs on his knees before the werewolf. The werewolf cries also, like that wasn't them-the real them. This screen pans over behind their house to the one behind them. A boy two years older than the little girl plays outside with an older boy with red/orange/yellow hair in a Mohawk, at least a year older than him. As they play the screen pans into their back door of the house, up the steps and through the door and into a bedroom. Two adults appear to be doing something under the covers, you must know now.
Jack's POV:
My eyes scan the sun rising at the dead on morning, like vampires say. My wings stretch out of their resting places, ready for a good flight for Valentine's Day. It's been several weeks since of Kim's pain from my claws, so I thought this was the best way to say that I love her. {I'll do a chapter of those weeks after this just a perfect chapter for Valentine's Day} Haven't said it face to face but this phone I got will. Not by text though, it follows you by cycling, driving, or even flying. That's my kind of transportation.
Sliding the new phone out of my slim pair of black jeans, I set it on flying then set it back in my pocket. I go east straight, then curve to north east by 60 degrees, rest at a building on the point, and then go east again but slightly north. I rest several times mostly because I'm trying to do it as fast as I can before Kim wakes up at 6:15 to eat breakfast with her dad before he heads off to work at 7:30. Not like I'm a stalker or anything. Just watch her extra closely. I then go northwest in a straight line to south east where I started. I check my phone, making sure I made the right shape. Perfect. I send it before it turns 6:15 on the spot.
Kim's POV:
The birds sing outside as the song 'Ho Hey' wakes me up from my sleep. It's the song when Jack texts, emails, or calls. It's actually my favorite song. I get enough energy to shove the covers off of my still sore body. The bandages are still wrapped around my ribs; I haven't chosen to take it off yet. Not even in the shower. I'm afraid something going to happen that I don't want to happen. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. Getting back to the reality of today I slip into my slippers, take my phone down stairs. I want to be happy and be eating when I read his text, if it is. Making me a crunch bowl of Cheerios as heart shapes my left pointer finger swipes the screen to open the text. The first thing I see if flying in red lettering, then a huge map of Seaford. A red line rounds Seaford High, then the city, country side –where I live-, the suburban streets-where Cat, Taylor and Garret live-, then right back to the city again. My eyes then widen with happiness and my heart just skipped a beat, maybe three times. It's a heart. An arrow points down at the rest of the text. My thumb clicks it twice. Instead of scrolling down I think I clicked a website address. I take three bites of Corn Pops before it pops up. The YouTube sign pops up in the corner then the song comes on in a little sound. That's when I blast it.
"I like your smile. I like your vibe. I like your style. But that's not why I love you. And I, I like the way, you're such a star. But that's not why I love you, hey."
I start bouncing around the kitchen fixing my dad's lunch like I usually do. I jam to the song like I am actually singing it but I'm not, I think I have a really bad voice. "Is it going to do anything different if I think you don't?" A deep voice says behind me but at least five feet away. Then a breeze rushes by quickly in front of me, my hair blowing into my face. The kitchen goes silent as if the breeze clicked off the song. A firm body is behind me, his teeth practically biting my ear giving me chills. "What are you doing?" "Making you feel uncomfortable." I can already see the smirk on his face. "At least you made that heart for me." I turn around before he can do or say anything.
No POV: As they kiss in the dimmed kitchen, Jack reaches to the phone to click play.
"You're so beautiful
But that's not why I love you
I'm not sure you know
That the reason I love you, is you
Being you, just you
Yea the reason I love you
Is all that we've been through
And that's why I love you
la la, la la la la (oh ohhh)
la la, la la la la (that's why I love you)
La la, la la la la (oh ohhh)
La la, la la la la (that's why I love you)"
The screen pans out into the morning but a figure is in the window watching it all, taking notes consistently.