The cool, brisk autumn breeze swept across the woman's face as she pulled her jacket closer to her body. Her heels clacked against the pavement as she walked, while she pulled out a set of car keys from her ever so deep pocket. She fumbled through the compartment sorting through various items such as lipstick, gum, nail-polish, and empty wrappers of assorted candies she had eaten. She cursed herself lightly for forgetting her purse and having to use her never ending pockets as a replacement for the day.Finally finding her keys, she took them out of her pocket and aimed them at the direction of a black corvette. With a flash of orange light that was given from the head lights of the car and the sound of the locks of the car being released, the platinum haired woman opened her door and entered her car.

She sighed in exhaustion as she laid her head on the back of the seat and took off her shoes, throwing them in the backseat carelessly in the process and closed her eyes lightly tried to forget HIM. He was the cause of all her headaches and exhaustion for the day. That blonde head of his, that smile, his attitude, and more importantly His body. Well toned, but not too over maculated, proportioned nicely for someone his age, shaped well, no fat in sight, and the list could go on and on. Never once had the woman thought of a man this way before and it scared her. She was a cold hearted assassin that took pity for no one. She killed merciless and got paid cold hard cash to do so, without thinking twice for her victims. Nothing personal but it was business.

Ever since that blonde boy came into her life, he had lightened her mood swings, calmed her, made her happy, made her feel unique, sexy, and most importantly wanted. For a woman who had such a dark past as a child, her occupation wasn't surprising; but a certain blonde boy might be able to change her demonic ways. Just for him to be around her made her feel light on her feet. Made her heart flutter as her stomach did somersaults. Made her feel as if she was a teenage girl again who was about to lose her virginity to one of those infamous football players.

She didn't like the feeling at all though and wished it would go away. She was used to being cold hearted and unwanted and had grown accustomed to being alone. With him there, everything changed. He visited her condo frequently to keep her company, took her out to eat on regular basis, and bought her nice things. He treated her like the princess she felt she could never be. Despite what she has done, he still sees her as a nice person who is misunderstood and who wants to be loved. The bastard was right. Although she didn't admit it.

The platinum haired woman groaned and opened her eyes once again and sat up in her seat; sticking her key into the ignition while doing so. Before stepping on the gas pedal, she noticed a note tapped onto her glove compartment that had the scent of Sean John (TM) cologne and hazel. She knew it was from him and reluctantly reached out and grabbed it, cursing herself lightly in doing so. She paused for a moment before opening the paper to read its contents and thought about what it could have said. Knowing him, it would be something that was worthless and something she couldn't give two shits about. But in some sort of curiosity she slowly opened it to read what nonsense he had to say

Dear Christie,

I taped this onto your glove compartment because i was too afraid to come give this to you in person. Now i know what you are thinking and you might be like, what does this boy want now? but i had to tell you. These past few months i known you, i felt really close to you and i grown to like you as a friend. Many people said i was crazy in doing so but i think you're a great person and i want you to know that i think of you as more than a friend now. I think i may even be in love with you. I know it's crazy and i know im a bit young to know what love is but i do think you're the one for me Christie Annalease Rene' Jones. I'm sorry i couldn't tell you in person but...well you know.

Love yours truly, Elliot.

Christie balled up the piece of paper and threw it out of her window. Putting her car in drive mode and exiting out of her parking space; she speed onto the highway blushing and once again cursing herself.

Here is chapter one of this. I don't know christie's last name but i made one up. Anyway, there are no christie fics here. WHY!!!? anyway i LOVE this couple. SUE ME DAMMIT! anyway, here ya go. hop you all liked. suggestions, comments, flames, etc are accepted. BTW, if you flame i juts laugh so you'll be wasting your time.