† Chapter Four †

 

 

The next morning didn’t bring much comfort. No birds. No sun. It was silent. Overcast. Tange shifted, feeling Kylisa’s weight on his right shoulder. Smiling, he leant to her and kissed her forehead softly, inhaling her scent. Collapsing back into the pillow, he let out a long deep sigh. That dream was becoming a distant memory, Kylisa washing away his terror. Nothing bad was going to happen.

 It’s just me being paranoid. He thought as a self-comfort.

The door opened quietly and Tange snapped his head up to see the tiny nurse enter the room,

“And how are you feeling this morning Tange?” she asked in a soft, pleasant voice.

Tange groaned softly, realising that his throat was too soar to talk. The nurse just smiled, handing him a cool glass of water from his bed tray sat at the bottom of his bed.

Silently Tange took the water, gulping it down quickly in a few swift sculls. When the nurse had taken the empty glass, and his mouth wiped of the back of his hand, Tange replied,

“Feeling better, I could be worse.” He laughed softly, his stitches sore.

The nurse just smiled again before saying, “Yes, you could have been much worse. You’re the mystery of the hospital, how you’ve pulled through so well.”

This time, Tange’s laugh was weaker, “Just lucky I guess.” He called as the nurse left.

Luck, luck had nothing to do with it. I’m just unlike any of you. He thought sadly, his gaze drifting down to the sleeping form cuddled to his side.

I even cannot tell you, my love.

Wiping his face with his hand he growled in frustration.

He needed to get out of this hospital.

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 To Be Continued

 

† Chapter Three †

 

 

There was no doubting it. You could see it everywhere, the small signs of war. A strangely large bloodied feather. An unexplained scorch mark on a front door. A few bricks knocked off the walls of resident’s front gardens. It was happening, and Tange could no longer doubt his lineage. He was, after all, a Hybrid.

Angels and Demons. Heaven and Hell. All are nothing like the many religions and bibles tell us. All rather different. No one really finds out about the afterlife worlds, addressed as the Hereafter, until they’re dead. The only creatures having this knowledge being the Angel’s and Demons.

Let’s get one thing straight. Angel’s are not goody too-shoes, and Demons are not evil. Heaven is not only for the good, and Hell the evil. God forgives all, they say. So why is there a Hell? Hell is for those who detest forgiveness, a rarity among the human race, but not in the supernatural. Unfortunate for some, some species cannot escape their nature for evil. There aren’t many humans in Hell, and no, Demons are not there to torture the souls of the damned. They’re more like the prison guards of the underworld Hell. Demonic prison guards. They do not feast on the souls, nor do their life forces depend on the collaborated evil of the Corporeal realm. No, they feed off a selection of tiny beasties that live in Hell. As for another note. Hell is not a burning fiery place exceeding imagination in temperature. If that was true, how would the demons survive? Everything living needs water. So yes, there is water in Hell. Thus there is life. Thus the little beasties are born. As for Satan? You meet him on the way down, he basically decides what section of their ‘prison’ you are to spend eternity. Hell can be simply described as a desert prison lacking in handymen.

Now onto Heaven. The place all do-gooding religious people wish to be placed. It’s not all that great, trust me.  If you like perfection everywhere, then I guess you’ll like it. But it gets old. Everything perfect, everything done for you. It’s a special request to be able to do something yourself. You have to go and see one of the Head Angels of your area. Yes, like Hell, you have your own area. It’s like your home sorta. There’s one Angel to each section, but there’s nothing stopping you visiting other areas, or sleeping in other areas. I guess, now that I think about it, it’s not all that bad actually. You can dream up whatever you want, and its there, for you to do what you wish. You can even take a couple of visits down to the Corporeal realm, and you can watch over all of the people you left behind, that’s your television over there. But, if you’re going to watch over people, just respect their right to privacy, you may be dead, but still, who wants you watching? And after a while, people can start to get that feeling of being watched. Yeah, there you go, that explains that feeling. And when you can’t explain it, it’s someone watching over you. Don’t’ worry, the people in Heaven are good, so no nasty business. Ok, now unto Angelicas, those that flaunt around in robes guy or girl. Yes, they have genders, not no-sex’s like many think. Now wouldn’t that be weird? I mean, how in hell would they reproduce? Come on people, there isn’t things that magical to just make a baby appear out of nowhere. The robes? They’re an outdated dress code. Angels don’t run  around in that ancient gear anymore. They like what the humans on earth, you guys, have chosen to clad yourselves in, and purchase some of these garments to their liking. Yes, it’s all quite modern in Heaven, well, modern for you. If you died in 1684, everything would be like that, just the same if you died now. Personally, I wouldn’t be able to stand going back to anything further than 2005. But that’s just me, some people like going back in time as such. Oh yeah, and there are cave people up there too, I mean, did you think that they’d be left out just because they were before the bible? Shame on you if you thought so.

Ok so now onto this war, its usually just good verse evil, but no, it gets a little more complex than that. So here’s how it is-who am I? Oh you don’t have to worry about that, I’m just a passer-by. Well, a little more than that, I’m sorta involved, but you’ll find out soon enough. So this war.  (…)

Hmmmmm, you're not ready to hear this yet, read more, then i'll see.

All I know is that Tange is in trouble, poor guy.

† Chapter Two †

 

 

The night was silent. Tange only just stirred under the claws of night's chill. Opening his eyes, he found himself trapped in a blurring vibrant, fiery world, screams erupting all around him. Sweat trickled from his brow, wiping it off, he found blood instead. Slowly he raised his head to a chilling swirl of darkness, hanging over him. A streaked face stared down at him, eyes wide and sockets slowly melting form the eye itself, mouth wide in an endless silent wail. Tange gasped, taking a step back. A dark mass consumed his leg like a scorching snake, it burnt him to the bone. But he couldn't scream. He couldn't make a single sound. Tange grasped at his own throat, but found it useless. Now he failed to draw in a breath. Eyes wide, face white he stumbled forward, a sound of galloping hooves and wing beat filling his ears. He turned. An unearthly cloud of shagged figures powered toward him, each menacing eye a scarred streak of red. Now he could not move, the snake tightening its hold around his leg, more wisps breaking from it to bind around the rest of his. The world shattered in colour, a negative effect. White outlines flashed and Tange became increasingly delirious.

Darkness. Fear. White hot pain.

Tange's eyes blurred for a moment, then eyes. Vivid eyes. Eyes of confusion, worry. Love. His body jerked, the small figure pulling away quick enough to avoid his chest,

"Tange?"

a meek voice called softly, a small hand laying on his shoulder in comfort.

Tange turned, his vision sharp. Kylisa. She was sweating too, but mostly out of fear of him. His nightmare. Tange shook. The screams still echoed in his ears. He just couldn't shake this feeling. This feeling of oncoming disaster.

Disaster was about to strike.

 

 

† Chapter One †

 

 

Morning light invaded the still, dark bedroom. The sheets were strewn over the two sleeping bodies in the bed; soft breathing was the only sound that remained before morning birds sung out their tunes. Groaning in unhappiness, Tange opened his eyes and raised his head slightly. His bed-mate was sleeping softly in the morning hours, this bringing a smile to his lips. In the heat of the morning he groaned again. He hated feeling hot and sweaty, and that was exactly how he felt right now. Getting up from the bed, Tange made his way sleepily to the fan stitch, turning it on full ball. Resting his head against the wall he shivered and growled low in his throat. A soft whimper sounded from the bed, Tange turning quickly to see his love withering on the bed, her face filled with distress.

Rushing to her side, Tange gathered her up into his arms, “Kylisa, Kylisa my love.” He whispered, urgency filling his voice, “Kylisa.”

She stirred, her body coming to rest and silencing before her glittering eyes opened.

“Tange…”

“Sh sh sh, my love, it was just a nightmare.” Tange assured her kindly, Kylisa nodding before closing her eyes again and snuggling into Tange, clinging to him tight.

For a while, Tange just sat there with her in his arms, rocking her.

 

When Kylisa was awake and composed, the two got up for breakfast. Tange sat his softly weeping partner on the sofa then left into the connected kitchen to begin breakfast. Quickly, he made her a cup of tea and handed to her, rubbing her back as she drank. She had nightmares like these so often, so much so that Tange feared to leave her alone for too long. Kylisa assured him that she was ok, sending him back into the kitchen to cook for them.

A while passed and Tange served up some cheesy toast, bacon and eggs, laying it on the coffee table in front of Kylisa. Just as Tange sat down, the phone rang loudly in their quiet home, making both jump from being startled. Tange relaxed Kylisa before leaving to the wall phone in the hall. He lifted it from the hook and was immediately greeted by a metallic hiss. Tange’s voice broke out into a hiss itself, the sound burning at his ears. Slamming the phone down he re-entered the lounge room/kitchen and sat beside Kylisa again, of whom was a little scared,

“Umm, w-who was it h-honey?” she asked meekly.

Tange smiled, “I think it was a mistake, wrong number, they hung up instantly.” He lay and arm around her small shoulders, kissing the crown of her head as she leant over his lap,

“The food smells gorgeous.” She whispered, sniffing quietly.

Tange sighed, “Come here.”

He lifted her head to his, lay soft kisses over her lips then rested her against him and began to feed her, his spare hand stroking the side over her face tenderly. Kylisa ate carefully, looking much like an abandoned kitten all cuddled up into Tange.

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The pavement was warm beneath Tange’s bare feet as he walked up the street to the local newsagent. Every few seconds he’d get worried and look back over his shoulder at his home with Kylisa, paranoid about whether she was o.k. He wasn’t going to be gone long, especially seen as he was walking quickly and had worked out what he was going to buy. He wasted no time away from Kylisa.

At the newsagents he zoomed up and down the isles, collecting sweets, magazines, a couple a newspapers and some pens. At the counter he paid quickly, eager to get back to Kylisa.

Outside of the shop he stopped dead. A car screamed down the street, people throwing themselves out of its way as it leapt onto the pavement, hurtling towards him. Frozen, he just stood jaw dropped, watching as the giant hunk of crafted metal hailed its way on its collision course…

Darkness filled his vision, even with his eyes open he saw nothing. Muffled voices caused his senses to grind into life, lights dazzling his vision. He coughed. People quietened. He felt the touch of needles to his arms, smelt the stale air, heard the worried voice of…Kylisa! His eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright, mouth wide in shock, his breath heavy. Wildly his head snapped around to look around the room. A Hospital. A gentle hand was lay on his shoulder,

“Tange, m-my baby.”

It was Kylisa. He looked to her with wide eyes then felt a searing pain up his side, forcing him to ley back down,

“Ahhhhh.”

He moaned in pain, his hand grasping his side desperately. Doctors swarmed him, making him feel very uncomfortable,

“N-No.”

He muttered helplessly as a doctor carefully inserted a slim needle into Tange’s arm. He gasped then growled low, unnerving some doctors. Suddenly he felt weak, lapsing back into his previous unconscious state.

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Tange’s chest heaved with effort. Kylisa held his hand as he woke.

“Baby, are you alright?” she asked worry filling her angelic voice.

Tange groaned,

“W-What the hell happened? Sorry.” He smiled weakly; he never liked talking dirty words like that.

Kylisa smiled,

“It’s alright love, you well, got hit by a car love.” She informed him sadly then added, “The doctors didn’t think that you’d survive.”

Tange smiled I guess I’m just gifted.

“Guess I was lucky, eh?”

Tange smiled widely, “Come here, love.”

He opened his arms wide despite the few wires and tubing coming form his body. He guessed the doctors were being extra careful about him That’s nice of them.

Kylisa’s smile widened and she lay carefully in his arms, draping one slender leg over his. Tange’s arms came to lye around her waist, both their bodies fitting together perfectly. Tange sighed heavily,

“R-“

“No Tange, you rest.”

Kylisa smiled up at him with sparkling eyes. Tange smiled,

“Alright, you win.”

He settled into the pillows, closing his eyes.

 

A few days passed where Tange was continuously stabbed, forced to rest and tested in the hospital before they trusted him in a wheel chair. Tange was glad to get out of his room even for the hour he was allowed. Kylisa pushed him along the silent corridors, smiling widely and starting up a conversation with him, first of how worried she was when he took so long that morning.

“I mean, you’ve never taken so long just getting some shopping. And it was early in the morning, so I figured that it couldn’t’ be a huge line, but there never is really.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head gently,

“Then I heard the screams, even from down the road.”

Her voice went sorrowful.

“So I ran up the street and…found you lying there under the car. Usually you’re fast but, not that day.”

Tange heard her sniff and turned around in his seat, Kylisa coming to a stop. He wiped her

eyes gently,

“I’m here, and alive though, that’s good.”

He comforted her.

“Yes, but, it was just, I had no idea what to do. I ran to the car but…there were flames. You coughed and asked for help, f-for me.”

She took a deep breath to clam herself,

“So I-I helped, I called 999 on-on your mobile. And I cradled your head when you had passed out. You were unconscious. The lady told me some things to do, but I don’t think she wanted me um n-near the car.”

Tange smiled,

“Thankyou for being brave for me, I really appreciate it and I really, really love you.”

Tange cupped her face in his roughened hands and leant up as far as he could, Kylisa bending down to him. His lips softly brushed over hers before he kissed her lovingly. He really needed her touch again, and he could tell that she needed his just as much.

Kylisa gasped sweetly into his mouth then broke, smiling at Tange.

“Thankyou baby. Now let’s get you to the cafeteria.”

 

The cafeteria held the soft discussions of patients and their loved ones or careers. The air was cool and Tange inhaled the scent of food. He wrinkled his nose, it didn’t smell very appetising. He turned in his seat,

“Babe, can we go, someplace else? The food really stinks here, and there’s this nice little restaurant just down the road.”

Kylisa smiled, “Now baby, the doctors would never let me take you ou-Tange!”

Laughing loudly Tange rolled away, propelling himself away from her and to the door out. Kylisa just stood there for a moment, watching as her partner pushed himself towards the doors, waving to her and smiling.

After a moment, she ran after him, helpless to stop her own laughter.

The large double sliding doors squeaked at Tange approached in his wheelchair then gave way to him quickly followed by Kylisa.

 

Outside, the road buzzed with life. Cars. People. The smells and sounds making Tange feel more alive than he had in a long time cooped up in the hospital. A little slope caused Tange to roll, gliding down towards the road. Kylisa screamed, her eyes opening wide as she watched Tange cart down to the road. At the last minute, just at the edge of the road, Tange held the wheels first lightly then firm, scrapping his feet against the pavement. He slowed but with a little bounce, dropped off the curb and onto the edge of the road, still laughing.

A few cars beeped their horns a few closer swerving in shock. Kylisa came up behind Tange, who was half lost for breath.

“That…was…so fun! Enthralling! Exciting!” He exclaimed.

Tange looked back to the panting Kylisa with gleaming eyes of joy, his own chest heaving not just from the physical effort of stopping, but fro the thrill of possible near death and escape of the hospital.

Kylisa was all for about to tell him off, really drill into him how dangerous that was, but when she saw that gleam of joy in his eyes, she softened, smiling.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that was silly and dangerous.” She said softly scuffing up his hair softly and kissing his head,

“But just don’t do it again, k baby?”

Tange nodded, smiling broadly, having much resemblance to a thrilled child.

“Ok, well, there’s no point hauling you back up to the hospital all puffed out. Where was that restaurant you were talking about?”

 

Soft music played out from hidden speakers. It looked very cosy and warm, with its wooden furniture and landscape paintings. Kylisa gently pushed Tange along into the restaurant, both receiving warm smiles from the door-girl. She came to them smiling,

“Good late morning, where will you want to sit?” she asked politely.

Kylisa smiled as Tange lay his head back after smiling and greeting the door-girl as well as Kylisa,

“Outside please.” Kylisa replied with a happy smile, stroking Tange’s hair softly to lull him if he was in pain.

The door-girl nodded, “Right this way then please.”

She gestured her arm out wide towards the door, holding a couple of menu’s to her thighs. Kylisa nodded and turned around with Tange, going outside again. They were seated at a nice little table a little away from the entrance. When the door-girl left, after handing them the menus, with a smile, Kylisa took Tange’s hand in hers. Tange smiled then let his head roll back and moan in pain. Kylisa’s face was filled with worry,

“Tange, maybe we should go.”

He shook his head, “No, just all of that excitement from before.” He laughed softly, “Really took it out of me.”

He raised his head again and smiled, “I’m ok really.”

He stroked her hand then kissed it. Kylisa moved her chair closer to his and hugged him, Tange seeking her lips with his.

They kissed each other sweetly, still in a warm embrace and smiling, just enjoying each other’s company, their hearts beating in their chests.

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After they had given their orders to a young man, Tange turned Kylisa to face him and smiled,

“Now, my little muffin cake,”

This cute nick name caused Kylisa to let out a small giggle and lay her fingers delicately over her lips.

“When did the doctors say that I could leave, huh, honey?”

 Kylisa smiled,

“Well, seen as you’ve broken your leg, and have a few minor head injuries, they said that you’ll be in for the rest of the week.”

She stroked his face softly then scratched beneath his oily locks. Tange was never too pleased about nurses washing him instead of Kylisa.

“Oh, really?” Tange replied, a devilish look on his face.

“Yes, really, no getting out of Hospital too early. We don’t want you having any accidents.”

Tange whined playfully, puffing out his bottom lip dramatically and making a cute puppy-dog face in an attempt to sway her.

“Nope, not working honey. I want you alive forever.” She said firmly.

And I will, if nothing kills me now. Tange thought, but thought it best to not speak his mind. This’d only confuse her.

 

Their food came quickly and Tange dug in gratefully, his stomach rumbling the instant the smells hit his nose. Kylisa was a little more controlled in her consumption, and kept polite and delicate throughout the whole meal, which was relatively quiet with the exception of a few comments of the food and words of affection towards each other.

After their meal was finished and Kylisa paid, with much fuss from Tange as he insisted on the money coming from his own pocket, they left saying their goodbyes and thanks to the two young people who had served them throughout their meal. Kylisa pushed Tange all the way back to the Hospital, the energy he had had drained and he was exhausted now from his rather sudden exercise. He was ready for sleep.

 

 

Part One

Beautiful Lie

 

 

 

“A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is still putting on its shoes”

~Mark Twain

Mark Twain quotes

† Prologue †

 

 

Light no longer reigned, “Hmm, maybe I should get back.” He murmured, flicking a lock of hair behind his ear.

A long sigh passed his lips as his bright green eyes scanned the many houses that blotted his street. Well, at least it’s not too cold. In fact it was -10°. Still, I should get back. He looked back over his should at the sleepy form wearing only one of his large shirts stepped outside, rubbing her eyes,

“Tange?” she yawned,

 “Yes?” he smiled,

“Why are you out here? It’s freezing.” She shivered and Tange motioned her closer to him.

Gratefully she snuggled into his chest, arms coming to wrap around her body tightly, his lips laying soft kisses on her head. She sighed,

“Hmm, you should come back to bed.” She raised her head, smiling up at him,

 “It’s nice and warm in there.” He grinned,

“Ok, you’ve persuaded me.” A glimmer shone in her eyes and she led him back inside after a nice squeezy hug.

Tange sighed; he wished he didn’t have to drag such a gorgeous woman into his life. She lay down on the bed on her back, smiling up at him stood at the end of the bed,

“Hmm, so gorgeous.” He said softly.

Laying next to her he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in deeply and beginning to purr softly, causing his bed-mate to giggle,

 “You’re always making funny noises.” She mused happily.

Tange sighed heavily, “Do I know?” he asked rhetorically, his fingers making lazy circles on her stomach.

She rolled her head back and moaned, “Hmm, you always know what to do.” Tange smiled wider, Of course I do, I can pick up your brainwaves, you want to be touched all over my sweet. He thought to himself happily, purring a little louder through slight arousal. The woman stopped his hand, shocking Tange, “Stop.” She breathed. Tange sat himself up on one elbow,

“What’s wrong my love?” he asked kindly.

She struggled to open her eyes, “It’ll go too far.” She whispered, causing Tange’s eyebrows to raise,

“Too far?”

She nodded, “Yes, too far.”

Tange smiled, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

She smiled, “Thankyou.”

 

Kylisa

 

 

Kaiya Pleidas

 

2006 - 2007

 

A story of Angels and Demons at war…

 

 

 

…And Tange is stuck right dead centre in the middle of them…

 

 

 

…Literally

Angels and Demons

Heaven and Hell

 

Humans and the earth

 

Hybrids

 

Tange is a full fledged Hybrid, stuck between Heaven and Hell.

 

He is an outcast, but finds himself stuck in the middle of this war in his home on earth.

 

In a world of growing chaos, Tange must find himself, and dig deep, uncovering the mysteries of Satan and God, whilst trying to keep him beloved partner out of the firing range.

//Chapter Eight//
• Jul. 3rd, 2006 at 11:11 AM

//Chapter Eight//
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Now, me and Bianca talked all of it over and well, we really didn't get anywhere except tht she was gonna have the baby nomatter what. I of course wasn't in the place to complain, as this was partly my doing also. So she left the room and it got me thinking. Yeah, me thinking. i never really did that much unless i had to. I began to consider our demon laws on children,, marriage and mates. i wondered if i had to stay with Bianca or if i could go on to find a mate in the human world or another demon girl.
i left the bedroom well after Bianca whom had told me that she was going to go to bed and talk to her dearest friend after her rest. I continued my walk to the dining room even though i knew that both mother and father would not be present there any longer. Dinner was long over and it was time for all to sleep and the door sto be locked for the night. Escaping into nmy bedroom i shunted open the large window, placing myself below it so i could use all of my strength. With loud creaks and moans the window was opened enough so that i could fit through and perch on the ledge outside of my window.
the cool night air soothed my heated skin and relaxed my soul. I closed my eyes and let the night take me, my body working in auto-mode as i blindly dove from my outer window ledge and over the roof tops of the many buildings below. The moonlight dimly shone through the opaque membrane of my wings, each flap of my mighty wings a part of a gentle rhythm.
I sighed deeply, i knew that i should have gotten out of mine and Bianca's reletionship long ago. It was too messy now.

To be cont...((Dont have the proper inspiration right now =) sorry =)!))
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There was a very long silence then Catherine spoke,

"Well, its different. i don't think i've ever had one like that, even about Nathan." she said positively.

Let me explain. Nathan is this hot guy at our school who's part Italian and is an ultimate dick head at times. But both me and Catherine have the 'hots' for him. He's got dark brown hair and a cute little snail trail and he's planning to get back into perfect condition. His muscels have been lost for a little while cos he got lazy, but he's not fat or anything, just not ulitimately thin or whatever. apparantly h likes me sorta and said, while he was drunk I might add, that out of any girl in (i'm not sure about this part, its either grade or English class) which one would he like to have sex with? He said me cos i'm cute. Even my ex will vouch for that. but hey, it has to be proven to me plain and simple for me to ever believe it. But even if he did ask me out I couldn't cos Catherina likes him too.
Anyways, back to the tale.

"Thanks, I think. But he's realy really hot!" I said to empahize it. Catherine smiled, I could see in the new moonlight,

"I get it. I never knew girls could have wet dreams too, huh." Catherine was teasing now, stirring me up cos she loves to get some sort of reaction out of me.

"Hey, come on. Give me a break. If he was in your dreams i'm sure you'd wet yourself too." I defended, playing right into her hand.

Catherine rolled over so she could face me, "Uh huh." she teased, "C'mon Jess, we allll know what you're like."

"What i'm like? Ooooh, you are so dead." I scrambled to my knees and up onto her bed, straddling her stomach to tickle her sides. Catherine began to squirm madly beneath me, desperately trying to keep herself from laughing too loudly.

Our little fights continued for a little while followed by the rest of our talk session before Catherine ordered me to sleep.

I, pouting and whimpering in complaint, snuggled down into my own bed. We both fell to sleep with only goodnights said between us.
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//Chapter Seven - Holidays//
• Apr. 22nd, 2006 at 5:42 PM

//Chapter Seven - Holidays//
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The last day had been and gone, the holidays had arrived. I was so exhausted at the end of the day and what I didn't need was Mum and Dad getting up me for my report. You see, you know how I said that I got a SA in Maths and a HA in SOSE? Well, actually I got an LA in Maths and SA in SOSE. Its all bullshit! i'm glad that the holidays have come, I need the relaxation, though I doubted that i'd get any with my parents and brother and all. But happily, I had another dream about that sexy man. I called up my friend a few days into the holidays just for a chat. I ended up going over to her place, so I thought that a better place to tell her about my dreams. God I love that guy, and it was my biggest wish for him to be real.
My Mum drove me up the range, you see, my best friend lives up the mountain in a little community. Very small community, but widely spread. When i arrived I took my big bag of stuff up into my best friend's room and plonked it on the floor. She had only just woken up. For the whole day we just sat around writting our stories and talking. The time finally came for us to go to bed. the big thing was that thier downstairs had been finished, they were renovating it. Which meant that my best friend and her sister had seperate rooms, finally! We had my bed set up and we snuggled down,

"So, Catherine, have you had any dreams lately?" You see, my friend had some bad dreams where she was getting chased but a good deal of good nice ones with this boy in our class and other random hot guys. Catherine smiled in the darkness of her bedroom,

"Well, you know the usual, hot guys and us doing the usual. And also one when i'm getting chased again."

I smiled too, "Who's your stalker this time?" I asked her, it was always a different person.

Catherine became lightly grim, "You're not going to like this."

"Go on." I urged her.

Catherine took a moment then answered, "You."

"Me?"

"Yup."

I took a moment to take this all in, "What was I like?"

Catherine smiled, "Well, you were in this creepy costume, but you did look cool. You were expressionless like a serial killer or something."

I laughed softly, "Great." I joked lightheartedly.

We talked more about her dreams and I told her about what I had found out. Then the spotlight turned to me,

"So, how about you Jess? Had any weird dreams lately?"

I took a deep breath then answered, "Yeah, about this guy and well...he's hot and after each one i erm wake up and i'm..." I trailed off, getting very embarassed now.

"You're what?" Catherine urged playfully.

"I'm erm...excited." The room was silent as Catherine either took this in or suppressed her laughter, either way, I couldn't tell in the dark.

(To be cont'...I just have to get my best friend's help to do this part, k?)
( EDIT=Here's the rest, sorry for the wait if you were waiting at all. =) )
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Apr. 6th, 2006
• 8:00 PM

//Chapter 6 - Continued//
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Now, did I mention how good she is? If I didn't, then I'll fill you in. She knows me sooo well, that she knows about my pattern, fast, fast, perfect orgasm then after a few more good ones you have to drag them out of me. She knew that all too well. She rode me off my first two preliminary orgasms the it was onto the fun part. I rolled over, it was my turn. As much as I loved her fuck, it just didn't match mine. My tail gripped her waist to keep her in place as I leant forward, my hands gripping the sheet hard. I gave a loud growl with sent Bianca into convulsions, her body rocking uncontrollably. This was good, it just made it more fun or me to try and keep her under control. No, I'm not one of those guys who goes mad on control, it just makes it a lot more fun. As I tried to tame her writhering body and rock my hips madly, I must have missed the commotion outside of the room we occupied. As I roared out my pleasure and Bianca followed, I totally ignored the door nob turning. Bianca's hands weren't stationary like mine, and they grasped my length, squeezing it as if her sheath wasn't doing enough. I was not complaining, because she was an expert at that too. She could squeeze with such a grip that it was pleasurably on the verge of pain. The door swung open as we both cried our first good orgasms.
At the door stood my mother. As beautiful as she was, I wasn't about to be comfortable with her presence. And that was when logic kicked. I sprung off Bianca and the bed, clinging to the wall, my back presses up against it. I watched from high on the wall as Bianca gathered the sheets up around her naked body and my mother stride into the room, looking far from pleased. I knew that I was in deep shit now.

"Leonelian, can you please tell my exactly why you were taking part in this most unforgivable intercourse?"

I could tell now that my mother was more than displeased, she was pissed. She didn't yell, it was just the way that she'd emphasize words like "...why..." and "...unforgivable..." I guess living with a woman all of your life gives you a certain understanding of her. I sure didn't want to have that understanding of Bianca, I was afraid of what I'd find out. I cleared my throat with a nervous cough and dropped down from the wall, raw me, and began to explain,

"Well, I was on my way to meet you and father, then I met up with Bianca. She was very seductive and well I just erm c-couldn't refuse."

Can you imagine explaining to your mother why you were just screwing a gorgeous woman? Trust me, it's hell, and I don't recommend it so. If you're gonna fuck, make sure no one's home and nobody's gonna be for a very long time. The somebodys are basically any responsible adults whom would incriminate you for completing nature's wishes. That was my main cover up. I'd say in the most innocent and proper voice, 'But mother, it was nature's wishes for me to make love to this woman. I cannot go against mother nature herself.' That's what got me out of it the last time. My mother looked at me in mild disgust,

"Leonelian, we have gotten you out of trouble before in this very same manner. And to make matters worse, you are on a mission. Now, I know that plenty of other demons are doing just the same but, Leonelian, you have the special task." She stepped towards me and cupped my cheek in her hand, "If none of the women in this world please you, then you are entitled to find one in the Human world." she spoke so softly that it sent me into a lullaby.

Father said that it was only she who could lay me to rest. Bianca got up out of bed,

"I have tried and tried to please you. What else must I do?"

When I looked to her, I did not find anger in her eyes, but sorrow and tears. This shocked me. I had always imagined her as nothing but a cold hearted, well, bitch. I broke from my mother and approached her,

"I-I genuinely like you Leonelian, but-but now I realize that you most certainly do not return the feelings. How-How could you?"

I was speechless. Our relationship had always seemed so purely hatred and sex, just showed how closed minded I had been. My mother was silent as she watched us. I was stunned, and stood there like a deer caught in a demon's gaze. Bianca was literally hysterical now,

"How could you! I-I held feelings for you! And-And a child. I-I was planning on a child with you! On keeping the one that I carry!"

I took a step back, "Y-You're pregnant?"

This was too much for me. Bianca just nodded and I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms around her. The human girl would never get pregnant with me anyway. But here was Bianca, carrying a child for me, with me. My mother left silently, leaving us to talk it over.
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//Chapter 6 - Bianca//
• Apr. 4th, 2006 at 7:25 PM

* (I can't believe it! I typed out sooo much then I accidentally pressed a couple of buttons and everyhting was gone! And the last saved thing was just this: / cos i'd pressed that too. THAT IS SOOO S**T! So apologies if the start doesn't sound too good, i'm trying to do it from memory of what I actually wrote. =).) *

//Chapter 6 - Bianca//
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The marble hallway echoed heavy footsteps as I walked down, heading towards the dining hall to meet with my parents. Not to a surprise one of the Oak doors opened along the marble walls but to my surprise out stepped Bianca. She notived me and approached me,

"Where are you heading baby?" she asked me sweetly.

Probably trying to make up for sleeping with me then getting me in trouble with her parents. I'd never liked her anyway, but she was good in bed, I had to give her that.

"To see my parents." I answered her.

Bianca smiled, "Why don't you just tell your parents that you're busy and come with me?" she suggested seductively.

"I wouldn't want to get into trouble again and my parents business is more important than erm intercourse." I always had to put things nicely in the palace. Bianca trailed a finger down my cheek and over my bare chest,

"Naw, come on. I know you like it when there are...risks involved." Her slim figure brushed up against mine, her wings vibrating softy.

I couldn't help myself, I just groaned loudly. This seemed to some how encourage Bianca because skilfully she began to lead me into the room she had exited which turned out to be a spare royalty bedroom with a large king sized bed. My wings began to vibrate too, almost flapping in my sexual excitement. I knew that Bianca was enjoying this a lot and wanted to go a lot further, because next thing I knew I was lay on top of her, Bianca's lips ravishing my own. But don't think that I didn't return the favour. Its not like I hated her, just her attitude sometimes. And this was not one of those times that I disliked her. No, right then, I loved her. I loved her body and the mood she was in, and the mood that she was putting me in. I'm no bastard or anything, but Bianca knew me so well, she knew my greatest weakness. Sex. Yeah, I'm one of those guys who is totally under your spell the second you mention sex. Now, I'm not a man to refuse a girl either, and I did everything but try and stop Bianca when she began tearing at my jeans, literally. She had her claws out and everything. And I did everything I could to help her along.
Soon enough, we were both naked, and I could pleasantly look over her marvellous body with its gentle curves and firm breasts. Like just every guy, I had a thing for breasts and whilst all of this was going on, I just couldn't keep my hands off them. My length was already erect and Bianca lowered herself onto it slowly, just to make me squirm, which she did. Also, just to add more torture to the mix, she let out a long pleasured moan as she slid me inside of her sheath. I groaned too. It was soo good. And I was proud to say that I had this babe's virginity. Yeah, she was pure until she met me and that's what had pissed everyone off so much more. Not only had we had sex without even being together, we had both lost our virginities in the process. I knew this girl well, and she knew me. She knew that my first couple of orgasmes were really short for some reason and to get me to my good stage she had to ride me hard and fast, just to get them over and done with quicker. hse did this so well, just after one go with me before only. O.k. so we had had our flings and that where she gets this idea that I love risks. Which isn't an idea. Its' a fact. I love risks just as much as I love sex, and put those two together and I was a very very very happy man.
(Still to be continued, so keep a look out maybe tomorrow =).)

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//Chapter 5 - Thinking//
• Apr. 4th, 2006 at 6:27 PM

//Chapter Five - Thinking//
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I awoke early the next day, Thursday, and yawned widely, stretching a lot. My body was still strangely reacting to the man in my dreams. If he was real I'd bet he'd be a god or something to have that sort of power over me. I thought to myself as I hauled myself out of bed and into the lounge room. i was tired but a little excited, and I really didn't feel like going to school today, but to next day we would be getting our term Reports. I knew some of the results already. Like Science VHA, S.O.S.E HA and Art SA. I'm usually really good at art, but my theory brought my overall mark down. For my actual art work in art I got a HA. O.k. erm, heres what those letters mean for the people who don't understand, VHA(very high achievement) = A, HA (high achievement) = B, SA (sound achievemnt) = C and then there's LA (low achievemeny) = D and VLA (very low achievement) = E. So, yeah, I was doing alright. But soon, I wouldn't have to worry about school.
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//Chapter 4 - Through A Demon's Eyes//
• Apr. 2nd, 2006 at 5:08 PM

//Chapter Four - Through A Demon's Eyes//
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I had found my Princess. I knew that I would find her. She's confused, very confused. But soon it will all make sense to her and I will make her mine. I'm not cocky, no way. It's just that no girl has ever been able to resist me. Ever. And I plan to put my charms to the test with this little lady. I know that she's like me deep inside that touch outer human layer. I know that she'll be able to fly soon, but I can't show myself so her yet. Last time I did that, showed myself to a human woman, she freaked and called the police, claiming that there was an alien or something in her house. Alien? No no no, you were mistaken my little Sarah. I'm a Demon. Yeah, I'm one of those 'bad ass' creatures that'll suck you dry like a vampire and leave nothing but cracked bones. We've got such a bad rep us Demons. We're not as bad as humans make us out to be. We're just like humans actually, just a couple of extra features and a few different customs and laws. But basically, we're the same. I have to admit though, we don't have Governments, we have a King and a Queen and Prince and Princesses. Yeah, we're living a little back in the olden days, but we deal with it. I myself have been sent on a mission to take the heart of my little girl that I have found. i must make her mine. My family does not think kindly of our opposites whom have given our world a most gorgeous woman, but I am not very fond of her. Not at all. And our magic users tell me of a very special someone whom dwells in the Human world, just waiting for someone like me to sweep her off her feet. Yes, i must have her or else I will be forced to wed this Bianca of our opposite family.
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//Chapter 3 - Obsession//
• Apr. 2nd, 2006 at 2:00 PM

//Chapter Three - Obsession//
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During classes all I could think about was that dream. It was a gorgeous fantasy, but there was an itch inside me that was begging for it to become a reality. I began an old habit of drawing in class and each and every time I'd go to draw something, I'd start thinking about that man in my dreams, and the sketches would become him in all his gorgeous glory. Every sketch, every doodle was him. It was like I was in love, or obsessed. Either one, I was mad about my imaginary hunk of man meat. It was crazy, I know but my insides were telling me something. A strange emotion that I didn't understand. I was thinking about him all of the time. My friend was getting worried, and the teachers began to fret for even in English I was not paying attention, and in Art I was in a dream state. I can't be in love, I told myself, It was just a dream. So I carried on like that for a few days, unable to think straight. Well, actually, unable to think at all. I didn't even know his name and I was hooked. But I didn't have that dream again. Nope, my obsession did not return, and I found my self longing for his fake touch, and his imaginary kiss. I was counting down the days until I'd see his mind made face and perfect curves and muscles. His dark hair and matching eyes. I even began to scare myself and I was almost dieing from anticipation.
Well, let me tell you the good news. The good news is that I had another one of my lovely dreams. There we were, gliding through the sky, when out of nowhere appeared a whole city beneath us. The guy smiled and took my hand. We began to dive and my surroundings became blurred until the scenery changed to that of a room. The floor was a peach marble, reflecting us and the walls were the same colour but looked more like glazed sandstone like that of the Pyramids of Egypt when they were first built. There was a fire place, not lit, but a fresh load of golden timer stacked inside its mouth. One the walls, and I didn't know how they were pinned up, were mounted squares of royal red silk with an intricate design sewed into each one with golden thread. Gold tassels hung from the corners finishing off the very expensive looking decoration. Also, in gold frames, were pictures of gorgeous men and women in white robes with gold trimmings. I was breath taken by the room alone but as my gaze wandered I saw a king size bed littered with rose petals, all scattered over sheets to match the silk on the walls. There were many cushions at the head of the bed, all beautifully covered in silk. I must admit, it was very very nice, and I would have just loved for my room to be like that. But when the man took me around my waist and lay me gently back into the thick mattress, all thoughts of my own room were gone. He was gentle and careful, taking into consideration every strand of hair on my head. As his lips fell over mine and his body pressed up against mine, I just had to go with the flow and wrap my arms about him, my legs opening for him and my eyes drifting shut as his had done as we kissed, long and passionately. Again, as the kiss began too end, so did my dream and I found myself awake and longing for him once more. It had to be real, my whole body had reacted and felt his warm touch.
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//Chapter 2 - A Soft Kiss Of Answers//
• Apr. 1st, 2006 at 4:13 PM

//Chapter Two - A Soft Kiss Of Answers//
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The breeze ruffled my blinds in its usual fashion, and the sound of night creatures filled the air. It was dark outside, a moon hanging in the sea of stars ablaze with a soft kindle, each as bright as the one before it. As I lay on the laminated flooring of my room, reading over a rather arousing story, my eyes wandered to the window out of an uncomfortable sudden curiosity. At one of my windows I thought I had seen a dark shape. I blinked, unable to believe my eyes. Like a movie the shape had gone, just a soft rustling that I passed off as a small Wallaby that had been jumping about our home at night. Shrugging I turned back to my reading.
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As I lay in my bed, the light off and fan on two, I thought over both strange sightings, one in the sky and one by my window. 'I must be hoping for something' I thought to myself as a conclusion as I suddenly fell tired. Yawning loudly and rubbing my bare chest, I didn't even get the chance to snuggle up into my pillow before I fell to sleep, so suddenly I would have been scared if I wasn't asleep before I could even think about worrying about my sudden exhaustion.
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In my dreams I felt the soft touch of warm lips on my own. My dream changed so suddenly, I felt a little disappointed. It was a rather nice dream, but my dissapointment was set aside as the new dream came into focus. I was soaring over rooftop after rooftop, the wind in my face and that warm pair of lips still on my own. I looked down to see who was kissing me and found an absolutely gorgeous male of the species looking back at me with deep dark eyes that I would have fallen in love with if they had been real. We broke our kiss and I saw a smile curve the male's lips. He moved away from me revealing what I thought to be wings but looking more like dark smudges in my undetailed dream. Slowly, to my now frustratingly large disappointment, the dream began to dissolve, but not before I saw a separate pair of wings above and around me, flapping in a gentle beat.
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In the morning I yawned and stretched, my lips warm, and got up out of bed putting on my bra as I went. It was Monday, a day that I disliked a lot because it meant the end of another weekend, but the good news was that it was the last week of the term. I got ready for school quickly, even with playing with our new kittens and soon enough found myself on the bus to school thinking over my really good dream. One: I was flying and Two: A gorgeous male was kissing me and smiling at me. It was a very good dream, but I couldn't help thinking that it meant something.
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//Chapter 1 - A Hint Of A Shadow//
• Apr. 1st, 2006 at 11:45 AM

* (From The Author, This is my proper LiveJournal. The first was like a tester, like, mike check, 1, 2, 3. This is the real one so enjoy! =) ) *
* (Ok, i as the author would also like to say that my story here was inspired by a story written by a great writter going by the name of Eon: http://storiesonline.net/story/44927 so there is the story where my inspiration was embraced. So you can't take out a law suit against me =) ) *
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//Chapter One: A Hint of A Shadow//

It was the first day of summer and the sun was shining brightly down on me as I walked down the gravel dirt track of the valley. I loved it when the cool breeze swept through the valley, it cooled me down a lot but it was a pain when I sat in my room, trying to concentrate and everything moves and shifts and my blinds go wild. But today was alright. It was the weekend and I had already finished tidying my room. Life was good, well, it was alright I guess. Not perfect or fabulous but...liveable. I just wanted something different. Something new. Something interesting. But hey, this isn't T.V where everything interesting happens to you. This is the real world. Reality. Well, here's what I say, "I reject your reality and substitute it for one of my own." Yeah, I wanted my own reality. I wanted something special to happen to me. You see, I've always wanted to fly. Its been a secret desire of mine to just spread my wings and fly away. I was always interested in Dinosaurs and Dragons and recently, Demons. Instead of wanting the latest Barbie, I wanted the T-Rex from Jurassic Park. Instead of playing house with my Barbies, I'd play invasion, where my T-Rex would kill the Barbies, sometimes they'd fall in love. Instead of dress up, I'd like to play with all of my dinosaurs and construct a Dinosaur playing field. Yeah, I wasn't your average little girl. I remember my parents telling me that once, when we went to Mc Donalds or something I got a happy meal, a girl's one. I didn't like the toy so Mum and Dad went and changed it for the boy's toy. I got a Batman, and I was happy.
So yeah, I was a bit of a Tomboy, but now I'm older I do secretly want some of those girl's things, like I wear a bikini now instead of a full swimsuit. I want a boyfriend to make out with and kiss and love. So I'm growing up. WOOHOO! That means more priorities and more erm yay? Responsibilities. Well, it also means more rejection and preassure. Well, lets talk about the good stuff first. The best thing in my life. She is my best friend ever, she's beautiful and kind and caring and well everything. She is my light. It's a nice relationship, we're more like sisters. Very very close sisters. You see, I'm attracted to her. But I do want some nice muscly arms around me. But I love any affection and she has agreed to give me it, so when ever we sleep over at each other's house, well, you can guess what happens at night. Nothing major, just some touching and kissing except for lips. No lips. And no me touching her down there. So, yeah, she has her boundaries, which is fair enough and I'm glad that she does. But that doesn't stop her from touching me anywhere. I'm an open book to her. But that's enough of that. By now you have probably worked out that I'm bisexual. But that's not the point. My story is the point, what has happened to me is the point.
So, as I happily walked down the road, looking over the birds and tiny insects that fluttered around, one particular thing caught my eye. A rather large silhouette that momentarily blocked put the sun. It was hot and I was thirsty, so I just thought that it was a bird and my wild imagination. Well, of course I had to be wrong or else there wouldn't really be a story to tell, would there?
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The Begining cont...
• Mar. 21st, 2006 at 7:04 PM

The Begining cont...
So, maybe I should introduce you to me, certain things that happen in my life and have happened, well, o.k. here we go. The main points. I had a secret relationship then we both broke up because of complications but we're still good friends etc etc etc erm...i make out with my best friend and i'm a horny little bugger. Well, do you wanna hear about the make outs? Well, I wanna tell you, they're great. No offence to my best mate if she reads this but she is soooo good for someone who isn't a bi. She's done better than my ex, and he's a guy, he's meant to be good at this stuff! Weird isn't it? Well, school sucks, I guess everyone says that until you're as old as you're parents, the only upside is my mates, the downside is the actual school work and that knowledge that 3:00 means hometime. Sometimes I don't mind going home, sometimes I like it, but when Dad gets angry, I hate it and I just wanna be away. I get scared.
Another thing that i'm scared about is my parents finding out that i'm bi, they want grandkids and i want a baby in the future, but I think it'd crush them. Bet you think that i'm just overreacting hey? But step inside my shoes and my mind and you'll realise how screwed up I am.
I should also introduce you to two people, well, they're not really people, they're in my head. You see, to keep myself relatively sane with these two 'things' i've given them names and an identity. It helps my organize them, talk to them and also, tell the only one who i've told about them, my best friend. Well, o.k. i'm not too creative with names alot but i just needed quick short and sweet naems that I can remember, so say hello to Light and Dark. Let me explain, I get these really bad urges, like to hurt someone or I get these crazy feelings that theres someone out to get me. So that Dark talking. Now onto Light, she helps a lot and soothes me, I guess she's like my best friend when she's not around. So Dark's a guy and he looks sorta demonish, just the horns and fangs. And Light is a girl and she's a fairy/Angel. I know, pretty corney hey? Like the devil and angles that are meant to pop up onto a shoulder each and direct you one way or the other. Well, these guys are real in my mind.
O.k. now onto more of my friend, she keeps me going through everything. You could say she's what I live for and why I live. She's my love, support, everything. She is the best. I love her so so much.
Let me try and guess your assumption about me up to now...a screwed up bisexual drama queen cry baby bitch? Am I right or wrong? Do you hate me or pity me in some way?
Well, whichever one, i'll never meet you so...yeah.
O.k. back to my friend, she's gorgeous to me and i think that she's beautiful and what I think is all that matters to me. she's like my mother, sister, lover and best friends all rolled into one. She supports me a nurture's me and is encouraging me to go see our school talk to guy. He's called, well I won't say names here but apparently he's gay. But what does that matter? And i can't exactly be discriminative, i'm a bisexual. So, I think i'll take up my courage and talk to him, see what happens and find out where that leaves me. Even though i'm scared of telling anyone but my best friend, but she told me, and her mum reckons too, that it will do me some good, so i will.
You know what? I love writing and reading, would you mind if I told you about mine and my best mate's sort of main characters in our stories? They're called Kaiya Pleidas (mine) and Byron Blane. They meet when they're 14 and stay together forever. They have one child together whos blind and Kaiya has tow others with one other man because (this is when she's much older than 14) she falls in love with him. But the first time she rapes him. So we've got their blind child, Tarlia, and the two kids from the other guy whos name is Cassian, an infamous crime gang leader, called Heath (one that was raped for) and Eternity (who they made out of their love before Cassian properly dies, he sorta came back for a while so he could make peace wit the people he hurt and say goodbye) and also she gets raped with a ritual spell with her ex boyfriend from when she was younger called Rick and the child is called Lekeira.
I wish i had a lover who y'know, loved me as a lover. i love my best friend and all but...it's so awkward (like that word) and it has to be a secret. You know what I mean don't you?
Well that's all for now, i feel better getting all of that onto something. Thank for you for your time =) .
i love my best friend soooooooooooo much!!!!!!!!! Thankyou for helping me!!!!!! Lots Of Love To you My Best Friend Ever And Always! =) ! LOL =) !
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The Begining
• Mar. 21st, 2006 at 6:32 PM

The Begining
Dear Diary,

I've got that feeling again, that feeling of insanity. The feeling that I can't control my feelings. I've just come back from my best friend's place and i dreaded coming home. It makes everything harder here. I don't like it. Sometimes Dad gets mad and he yells a lot and gets angry and slams the door to his bedroom. Sure I can deal with it but it makes me upset and it makes me not want to come home. My best friend's family feels more like my own, I wish I could live with them. You see, to understand me more you have to know my problems. So, here it goes: The main ones are my uncertain mental state, emotional pain, the fact that i'm female so we have those problems like periods and boob aches (just kidding on the last one) and just general stress. And oh yeah, I love my best friend. Well, if that confused you, i'll explain, i'm bisexual. It's a complicated relationship, full of lovey dovey stuff from me and some passionate moments to please me. Well, she likes to hear me and controlling gets her good so its not all a one win situation. But she doesn't return the feelings exactly, she loves me as a friends which is fine, she is the best person ever!
Do my problems seem much? No? Well, i'm sorry if i've bored you but it was your choice to read this.
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