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"Morning, Luce."

"Max?" Luce's hazel eyes widened as the soccer player leaned against the doorway with his hands behind his back. His bright green eyes shone like a cats and his smile held the same smugness as a cat did when it had stolen something it shouldn't have, making Luce stand up a little straighter. "What are you doing here?"

"I found this," He held up a dark blue tee shirt with the words, I'm a senior at Plamo Senior High written in white font. "Thought it might be yours,"

"It is," Luce admitted, grabbing the shirt and pulling it towards her, though Max's grip was still firm. She'd gotten it on her first day as a senior, everyone in the graduating class got them, although she was sure she'd shrunk it in her first load of laundry when she came here. "Thanks, Max."

He ignored her brisk tone and kept hanging onto the shirt, his grin brightening. "
So, where were you last night? I swung over to see if you wanted to hang out at a friend's house nearby. He's got a band and they're pretty good."

"I was watching some kids," Luce said coolly, her hand tight on the shirt. She would not let this boy flirt with her, she liked Daniel. "Their parents are on vacation and they wanted some time alone,"

"That's sweet," He replied and Luce flinched slightly. What was wrong with her? "So, you babysitting them again tonight?"

Luce shrugged. "No," But I might be out, she thought pleasantly.

Max's entire body seemed to brighten. "Good. Maybe we can hangout, get to know each other a little better, you know?"

Luce shrugged and pulled at the shirt harder, freeing it from Max's grasp and smiling triumphantly. "Maybe,"

"Freshman gotta stick together right?" Max laughed, albeit a bit awkwardly but soon Luce found herself laughing to. Why was she getting so worked up about this boy? He seemed friendly enough and he had a point, the freshman had to stick together.

"I've got class, so I'll see you around, alright?" After he nodded Luce closed the door and held up her t-shirt, looking at it strangely. It was one of the first shirts she'd attempted to wash and failed miserably at, though this one seemed to be fine while all the others were smaller, wetter and darker. Weird, Luce decided, tossing it onto her bunk and then reaching for her large leather purse where she could carry her books and binders inside.

First day of college, She thought while she casted a glance into the mirror that she and Nora had hung up on the wall. The red of her shirt made her hair look brighter and her bright hazel eyes seemed brighter than before. All the doubts she'd had about college classes and people seemed to melt away only leaving excitement.

Today, she promised. Is going to be a good day.

. . .

"I could strangle him!" Arriane swore, jumping to her feet on her place in the clouds. Her long silvery wings vibrated with pent up anger as she kicked the fluffy white savagely with a black toed boot.

"Who?" Annabelle wondered, still sitting. Her long legs were hanging over the air and she swung them back and forth casually, though she was just as upset as her friend.

"All of them!" Arriane decided, cursing under her breath. "Max or Cam or whoever the hell he is, is messing with Luce and Daniel's last chance at falling in love!"

"We don't know that, Ari." Annabelle reminded her fellow angel, her voice as soft as cloud she was perched on top of. "He could just be a fellow college student. We're not sure that he's Cam."

"I don't care if he is or isn't," Arriane swore, falling down to sit by her friend with her hands clenched to fists at her sides. "He's still messing with them. And that Lucas guy too."

"He is…" Annabelle just couldn't find the words, because if she did that would make them true.

The dark haired angel's eyes were brimming with anger. "Messing with things he shouldn't! And Roland is supposed to be fixing the problem!"

The angel sighed, running a hand through her wild pink hair. "Arraine,"

"But no," She continued, ignoring her friend's pleas. "We don't know where he is after he left Miles and Shelby on their own. This isn't working, Annabelle. If I was down there-"

"You wouldn't be able to do anything," Annabelle grabbed her friend's hands and turned Arriane to face her. "You know that. We promised we would not interfere."

"So did they," Arriane shot a glare down at the college. "And look how well that turned out."

"We won't sink down to their level," Annabelle's voice had grown harder, gone was the soft soothing quality that Arriane had come to enjoy from her friend. "We are better than that, aren't we?"

Arriane wanted to yell and scream and bash some heads in at Emerald U, but she knew Annabelle was right. After this realization the anger dissipated out of Arriane and left her feeling just defeated. "This sucks,"

Annabelle nodded. "The course of love never did run smoothly, Arriane. You and I both know that."

That was an understatement. Both girls had fallen under the troubling thing known as love, and in the end both of them had been spurned and scarred, though Arriane's scars were more visible then Annabelle's. It seemed to be a curse that had fallen upon the angels after the fall. That they would never be able to be in love and live happily, because it would always end in destruction.

"He better hurry up and fix this then," Arriane mumbled under her breath. Speaking of love that never ran smoothly. She thought back to the time when Roland had become more closed off, the time around when Arriane had been scarred and scorned by her own love, though Roland had faced a pain more unbearable then love unrequited. His love had been forgotten, and he'd been replaced.

"Believe in him," Annabelle slung an arm over the smaller girls shoulder with an encouraging smile. "I have faith in him,"

Arriane's smile was small, but strong because she believed in him too.

This one is a little shorter but we got to see more of Arriane and Annabelle and we still have no idea what the hell Roland is doing. Hopefully we will next time. Thanks for checking up on my story! :P