Wired

Chapter One - Angeline's POV

WARNINGS: language, violence, make outs (not the third one yet though)

A/N: I feel like the casting could use some work, but the actors I have in mind don't fit the age if the characters. It's fine for now. Comments appreciated.

~CHAPTER ONE~

* Angeline *

Young children playing in the park is good background noises to my comic. We're sitting on a creaky wooden bench, hoping not to fall.

I try not to blush when he holds my hand. Slowly, I lift my eyes from reading and turn to him.

Lance, my boyfriend, smiles at me as he leans in for a kiss. But I shake my head.

"We're in public."

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't push it.

He's really cute, with dirty-blonde hair and wandering green eyes (when I say "wandering", I don't mean it like that, in case you were wondering). His body's quite fit, but he doesn't do any sports - he just walks a long way to and from school.

His personality's even better. He's funny and sweet. Not to mention romantic.

Also, speaking from personal experience, a great kisser.

He plays with my hand and stares into space as I read. It's a technique that works for the both of us. We developed if last summer, when he asked me out for the first time.

After a while, Jack, my best friend, taps me on the shoulder and plops down next to us. Most people still think we're all in some kind of love triangle, which is a funny (and slightly horrific) thought.

Jack holds out his palm to me. On it is several small, blueish, pepper-like...things.

"Dare you to try one." He says. I raise my eyebrows.

"What are they?" Lance is part-English, so his accent almost makes me drool every time he says a word with the letter 'r' in it.

"I'm not sure..." Jack frowns. "I...I think they're peppers of some sort... Yeah, peppers!"

"It's a good thing you're attractive." I mumble.

He really is. Sandy hair, eyes a colour you can never place, perfect tan, muscular - you can't find anything wrong with him physically. But he's not the brightest.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying he's an idiot. He's just not very smart.

"I'll eat one if you do." Lance says to Jack. I roll me eyes. "If you two survive, I'll eat two!" I announce broadly. The boys smile. They each pick up a small blue pepper, pause, then toss it in their mouths. Their synchronized movements is almost alarming, but I have no time to worry about that as I am too busy watching their expressions.

Lance grimaces. Jack puffs up his cheeks. Then they laugh. I laugh with them, because why the hell not.

"Well...?" I ask. "How did it taste?"

"Like shit!" Lance exclaims. "Satan's shit, to be precise!" He draws in a sharp breath, then looks at me as if he's changed his mind. "Horrible." He restates. "Like it came from the deep pits of the Underworld." He looks confused. A voice in my mind tells me to ignore it, so I pretend to. With three fingers, I grab two peppers and shove them in my mouth.

Let's just say, Lance got it right when he compared it to the Devil's waste.

It is bitter and hot and dripping down my throat unevenly. I make a gagging sound but manage not to spit it out.

Lance rummages through his bag and passes me a water bottle. I drain half of it in one sip.

Then we laugh.