Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and s...
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fourteen
'I want to be the one for you, Madeline.'
Inside the ferris wheel, Oliver and I sat inside alone while the rest of the group shared another space.
"Alright." He said, crossing his leg over the other. "Tell me about yourself."
I smiled, looking up at the boy in front of me. His eyes were set in mine with curiously. His eyes trailed from my own and down to my shoes which were disgusting, covered with the sandy substance they'd tainted the ground with for the carnival.
He looked relaxed, leaning back in the ferris wheel chair, sitting across from me.
"What don't you know?" I smiled the nervousness away the best I could but I already knew I failed without having to see his reaction.
He shifted in his seat, staring out the glass box we sat in, "You asked me if Julie had told me about you being human once, yes?"
I hesitated to answer.
"So, what were you so afraid of me finding out?"
It took me a second to decide not to answer A lot of things factored; I barely knew this man, I really liked this man. If I wanted him to like me, if I wanted the odds to be even, I should tell him.
"My ex-girlfriend." I looked down at mr chipped nails and looked back up at him. "She's the reason I left Washington."
"And why is that? That you left Washington?" He asked.
I sighed before answering, "She tried to uh.. kill me. While I was asleep." I knitted my eyebrows together, "It's like she didn't want to be with me, she wanted to be me. She wanted my mother to herself, she wanted my sister to herself. She wanted it so bad and.. she got it. She turned everyone against me."
He dug his nails into the side of his palm, careful not to leave a mark on his pale body as he started to understand what I'd just said to him. He nodded his head slowly before looking back up at me.
"I don't take it you're a lesbian, are you?" He hesitantly asked to lighten up the, now dark mods, and I watched him add pressure to his hand.
I didn't respond, instead standing up to make my way next to him, he scooted over to make more space in the seat and turned to face me.
"I am not.. a lesbian," I lightly laughed after holding his hand to stop him from scratching his hands anymore.
He smiled a toothy smile and squeezed his hand in mine, "That's good."
"Your turn," I said, leaning further into the seat, "Tell me what you were like when you were a human."
He sighed before speaking, "I was actually pretty popular when I was a human, not for good reason, but still. I was known as the 'ghost boy' because when I was in elementary school, I got lost inside of the nearby forest for two weeks. Ironic now, seeing as I spend most of my time hunting in forests, don't you think?"
