Freddie's POV
Rules, rules, rules. Why on earth are there so many rules?
"Ashton, calm down," I tried to explain myself. "It's not such a big deal."
"But it brings heavy consequences!" he was almost freaking out. "Do you know what will happen to you if they find out about it?"
"I'll just be banished, that's all," I smiled.
He frowned. "Don't you know about it?"
"About what?" I was confused.
"John White was found guilty of falling in love with his mortal partner and sentenced to life imprisonment in the Gates of Hell!" he started listing examples. "Keira Carey, caught on her wedding day and had her powers revoked and memory erased! Bill Harrison sentenced to all three consequences after attempting to elope with his mortal partner. Do you know how serious this is?"
"How can anyone be imprisoned in Hell without dying?" I asked.
He folded his arms. "That's not the point! You can get punished severely for this!"
"Relax, man," I smiled. "This is why I didn't want you to find out about us."
"You're putting a lot of stress on me, kid," he said. "I was sent down here to keep an eye on you after the lord had heard of your little stunt with the taco truck."
"What happened to your mortal partner? Aren't you supposed to protect her?" I asked.
He sighed. "She passed away with an illness."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he smiled. "But the thing is, I can't just sit here and watch you fall deeper and deeper into that trap and get destroyed after being found out!"
"I'm going to be fine," I was starting to worry too, but I wouldn't admit it. Not yet. "But we'll have to keep this a secret from the other Guardian Angels. We can't risk them finding out."
He pat my shoulder. "Alright. But be careful. The lord has planted a few spies among us."
"I'll be careful," I assured him. "Bye."
"Bye," he headed out of the apartment.
There are rules in whatever activity we engage in. Well, Ashton and me happen to be Guardian Angels, the kind who protect you when you come into harm. You would've thought that Guardian Angels would have wings, but you're wrong. We don't. We're not like the other angels in heaven. We have a special mission and we have extraordinary powers.
Not long after I was born, my parents died in a car accident. I was sent to an orphanage's home and my mom, Marissa Benson, adopted me. But what nobody knew was that half of the orphans in that orphanage had Guardian Angel parents. What? You thought that angels never die? Like I said, we're not like the other angels in heaven. We can die with natural causes or in accidents.
When I was five and I started to remember things, I realised that I had powers like no other. On that same night, I was introduced to the girl I would have to protect, aka my girlfriend – Sam Puckett.
They thought that we had nothing in common, so they would never have to fear for the day we fall in love. But never had they expected this...
"Hey Freduccini," Sam entered the apartment nonchalantly. "Where's Carly?"
"She's taking a shower," I replied.
She sat down on the couch next to me. "Hey, shall we grab some dinner outside on Saturday?"
"Why Saturday?" I asked.
"You forgot?" she seemed disappointed. "How can you forget a date like that?"
"Of course I remember," I held the fist that she was about to throw towards my face in both of my hands. "It's your birthday."
She smiled, before punching me in the arm. "You were teasing me, weren't you?"
I laughed.
Then, I heard a beeping sound in my head. It was soft, but I could hear it clearly.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
She probably noticed the confused expression upon my face. "I'm fine. I'll need to go to the bathroom for a while..."
"Sure," she smiled. "I'll be at the fridge."
"Of course," I laughed a little, careful not to hurt my head as I walked.
The beeping sound came in pulses and it sent waves throughout my head. It felt like something was pounding my brain. The sound reminded me of the iWeb Awards, but it was different. The beeping during the iWeb Awards didn't send pulses of pain throughout my brain.
"Fredward Benson," a voice sent shivers down my spine.
"Who's that?" I jumped.
I thanked all forces of nature that I was safely in the bathroom for I knew that Sam would think I was crazy if she saw me speaking to blank space.
"Fredward Benson," the voice repeated my name. "I'll be watching you..."
"What?" I asked, but the voice disappeared along with the beeping and the pain. "What do you mean?"
There wasn't a reply.
My heart started to pound faster as a fearful expression crept upon my face. When I past the bathroom mirror, I thought I saw something, or someone, staring back. With a quick step down the corridors, I was back in the kitchen in less than five seconds.
"Why the pale face? Saw a ghost?" Sam teased as she nibbled on her ham.
"Nah... I just... got the runs..." I replied. "Those banana and fish smoothies that T-Bo serves should have been off the rack last summer."
"Yeah... but those ham and strawberry smoothies were great!" she grinned, seemingly convinced.
That night, before I went to bed, I prayed to the powers above that Sam and I would never be discovered. I just want to be with her forever.