The Freak and The Angel

Chapter 3: Over Time

**T.W. DRUGS AND ATTEMPTED RAPE**

Over the next few years, Eddie and Angel have been inseparable. They've grown older and closer. Everyone in school knows they're not related in any way, just that his uncle had adopted the girl. Everyone knows that they will fight to the death to defend one another. Neither of them is violent in any way, but they can be when needed.

When Angel  was nine or ten, She had no fashion sense of her own. She wore the clothes that Eddie and Wayne picked out for her the day they took her in.

As she grew and needed new clothes, they were more than happy to let her pick out what she liked. Her closet gradually started growing darker, containing mostly black and red clothing, a few cuter, girlier things sprinkled into the mix, but mostly she was what most considered to be "goth" or a "freak", but that's just what she likes.

When Eddie and Angel met, they both had short buzzed hair. Once she was out of the lab, Angel let her hair grow, never really cutting it again, just giving it little trims here and there to keep it looking healthy.

Her hair is a dark chestnut brown. In the right light, it has a pretty red tint. I'm not really sure what you'd call it. It's a little wavier than curly. Straight at the root from the weight, gradually turning wavy with natural twists at the ends. After five years, it's about waist length. She does  her makeup dark. It really makes her bright, almost sky blue, eyes pop. The fact that she's extremely pale makes her look like a dark angel or a vampire.

Eddie kept cutting his short for a while but recently started letting it grow out. It was at that awkward stage a few months ago, but now it's starting to look cute. His dark, now longer, curls bounce as he moves. The new look really suits him, Angel can't help but notice. The way it frames his face and makes his eyes stand out, she tries hard to hold the feelings he gives her deep inside.

Much like Eddie, Angel loves metal music. They always sit on each others floor, smoking weed and listening to their favorite albums. Every once in a while, they would find themselves holding hands as they lay stoned on the floor. When they would both realize, they would quickly pull their hands away and stare at each other laughing. They're the bestest of best friends, neither of them seemed to realize yet, but they're meant to be together. Quite literally soul mates. They would die for each other.

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They're both fifteen now and sophomores in high school. They've been through a lot together. First loves, first heartbreaking breakups. They smoked weed together for the first time when some older kids offered it to them, getting them both hooked on getting high and dealing. It's kind of their thing now. Selling drugs to the perfect on the outside popular kids and jocks. No one would believe their clientele. Though both of them are looked at as freaks and outcasts, being nowhere near popular, they were both good for at least two things.

The pretty cheerleaders would always go to Eddie for their fix. The jocks would come to Angel. Luckily, Wayne started working nights when they were both old enough to really fend for themselves. Eddie and Angel would usually have their clients meet them at their spot in the woods where they first met, but on rare occasions, they would take them back to the trailer for a bit more fun. Always wanting to make sure their best clients went home pleased with the transactions. Eddie and Angel had one rule. Make sure your bedroom door is locked when you're in there with someone, doing "business" so no one can just walk in on them.

Angel always felt a little jealous when she saw Eddie walk in and take a pretty popular girl to his room. She wishes she was pretty and popular like them. She knew what they were doing in there. She's not deaf, but sometimes she wishes she was, just so she didn't hear the noises they made. She doesn't know why it bothers her so much.