Luckless Love

Chapter 1: Relationships don't cause quakes.

Surely we were both dead. There was no way we survived. Being outside in the middle of a terrible earthquake beside some large buildings, wasn't exactly a guaranteed survival. There was only one way to test that theory, with hesitation, I opened my eyes. The bright sun shown down on my face. My exposed skin was dirty and scraped up, but other than that I felt fine. I looked over, his hand was still in mine. But there was no movement from Rory. My eyes widened a bit, with much haste I crawled over to him and began to brush the debris from his face. His eyes were closed, his face was pale but then again, it always was. Rory was pale with short black hair, looking much like a vampire from those cheesy movies. Deep eyes, defined face. While I had tan skin and messy blonde hair that came to a curl in some places.

Soon a sigh of relief left my body once I saw his bright grey eyes flicker open. "You hecking loser!" I yelled out, throwing my arms around him. I heard a small but pained chuckle come from him, he always made fun of my tendency to use everything but actual curse words whilst he spewed curses out like a sailor. I helped him sit up, he seemed to have taken more of a blow than I had. We both gazed out at the city around us. Trees had fallen and some older buildings' roofs caved in. The damage wasn't as bad as I had thought, we just happened to be in the worst area of everything. Just our luck. Ever since Rory and I had started dating, the world around us began to react. And no I don't mean homophobic people, I mean- the actual world. It felt like the Earth was against us. Natural disasters. Animals randomly becoming violent. I'm sure you'd just assume I should break up with my partner with all this trouble, but I couldn't. Rory was my one and only.

We were both seventeen, although I was older than him by a few months. Six months to be exact. I know it's silly for people this young to say they were madly in love but we were. We met one day on the streets when people were messing with Rory. Judging by Rory's looks, you'd assume HE WAS the bully but in reality usually he was the victim. I can't fight, at all. The only way I got the group of ratty nineteen year olds to leave him alone was to give them my backpack. I don't know why they wanted it, maybe they thought I'd have things of value. Like a wallet in my bag, but I kept my wallet in my pocket. I always do. What a bunch of idiots. Things kind of started to grow between us from there, he even bought me a new backpack. It was a nice gesture that I appreciated. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a painful noise from Rory. I looked over at him, raising my brow. "I'm alright, Apollo." Rory said to me with a nod. I knew he wasn't. "Where does it hurt?" I asked, when it came to caring for Rory's wounds when needed I felt like a school nurse. He was so stubborn. After some time of silence, realizing he wasn't going to tell me, I started to inspect him. His arms were fine besides minor scrapes. His head looked fine, although just to make sure I moved my fingers through his hair- seeing if my fingers would catch any cuts or gashes. I frowned, nothing. Where is this man hiding his wounds? I grabbed the pant leg of his black jeans, starting to roll it up to expose his bare legs. His style was much different than mine, dressing in plain black and greys. While graphic tees, button up shirts, cargo shorts, and light wash jeans mostly made up my wardrobe. Once I made the fabric brush over his knee, he grunted. "Aha!" I said in triumph, teasing Rory some. There was no blood on the skin, his jeans had protected his legs from falling debris and concrete ground, which we had met with our entire bodies upon the start of the sudden quake. I looked closely at his knee. "Do you think you can stand?" I asked. He nodded silently. He was taller than me so it was a bit awkward to try and help him up but we managed. He drew in a breath as he tried to put his weight on his left knee. He tried to walk, he could but he limped badly and couldn't take more than a few steps. Maybe it was a sprain, I was sure his knee wasn't broken though."I'll drive us to my mom's house." I said, letting Rory use my shoulder as support as we hobbled to my red car. It was tiny, and Rory being 6ft tall was scrunched slightly in the front seat.

I always tried my best to remind myself that all these things that happened to us were just a coincidence, but nonetheless a part of me was still nervous about driving with Rory in my car. I shook the thoughts out of my head. Silly stuff. Nonsense. "If I would have known I would have landed myself with a literal giant then I wouldn't have bought such a cracker-box of a car." I teased some with a smile. Rory was tall and lean while I was a short twig like man. I only came up to Rory's shoulders in height. He smiled in the seat beside me. That smile made me feel better. And it always would.