My (Arch)Angel boyxboy

A Brief Word

Before I begin, I will make known on a few details as followed:

1. I am straight. Or bi. Or gay??? How about never mind. We'll just say that I am still 'discovering myself'...

2. I am seventeen years old, and not very popular. But who effin cares! As long as I have my food I'll be alright...

3. I am very short (only 5'6), angry, depressed, volatile, and temperamental. In other words, there is a warning label on my packaging that describes possible, disciplanary pain that comes with knowing me.

4. I am very weird, but don't judge! Growing up in my house has that kind of effect on you, especially when you have a bipolar older sister and brother, and one younger, strangely quiet little sister, and a father that is the spitting image of Handy Mandy. Believe me, I love them to death, but they themselves WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.

5. I have blue eyes and fiery (dyed) hair, and a personality to match it so yes: I am emo, or scene, or whatever the heck I am. You can decide for yourself, although I really don't like to be labeled.

6. One last thing: Yes, my best friend is an angel. Or, specifically, an archangel. He wasn't always my best friend, but you'll find out soon enough how and why we met. Oh! And he is also obsessed with soap operas, but don't ask me why: after all, he isn't even HUMAN.

OK, now that I'm finished, we can move onto the story! Yay! (Dances around tossing handfuls of Sour Patch kids into the air) WARNING: I'll be doing random stuff like that throughout the whole story so BEWARE. And if you don't like the story or my style, then big whoop! It's called life, weakling, so suck it up and deal with it! (Haha, JK... The look on your face is hilarious, though!) Ok, I'm serious now. Just read it. Or else... (Haha, got you again!) :P