Dead In love

Chapter 1

Christal woke up to feel of soft lavender sheets. She blinked a couple of times due to the blinding bright sun light peeking through the open curtains. She sat up in bed stretching realizing this isn't her bed, she looked around to see that non of this stuff belongs to her. She got up slowly making her way to the window in hope of seeing if she could recognize where she's at. As she got to the window she let out a sigh of relief to see that she was at her home but when she turned around realization hit her she's home but someone had replaced her stuff with... boys stuff? She thought why? .. why would my mother do such a thing? She had millions of thoughts running through her head. She was snapped out of her thoughts when a women walked in not seeming to notice her but who was this woman? Christal stood there with a confused look on her face when she started going through her stuff but it wasn't her stuff it was boys stuff.

"Hey what are you doing?" She asked but the lady was unphased as if she didn't hear her.

"Hello? What are you doing in my room?" Christal stated louder, this time the lady turned around and looked to see where the source of sound was coming from as if someone wasn't there talking to her. The mysteries woman didn't respond and walked out of the room ignoring Christal. Christal stood there frozen like a scared lost puppy. Why did she ignore me ? What is going on? Christal didn't know what to think. Thats when she heard a strange rumbling noise from outside. She made her way over to the window to find what that strange noise was when she looked she was lost for words. What is that strange big metal thing out side with wheels? She thought. That's when a cute boy with brown hair that was styled up in a messy but nice way, brown eyes and a smile that had her heart melting, walked out of the car and slinged a bag over his shoulder while locking the big metal thing with wheels. He made his way to her house. Wait. Why is he here I don't know him? She thought. She was snapped out of her thoughts again when she heard him coming up the stairs. She looked around to find a hiding spot and her eyes landed on the closet, she made her way to the closet shutting it, at the same time the bedroom door was being opened. The boy walked in dropping his belongings on the floor and flopping down on the bed with a groan. That's when a noise came from his back pocket and he pulled out a small square box and touched the green answer button and started talking to it.

"What in the name of-.. she stopped when he stopped talking.

"Wait hold on." The unnamed boy said.

"Who's there?" He said worry lacing his voice. Her voice hitched in her throat, at the fear of being noticed she backed up slowly accidentlly knocking something over causing a loud commotion. He snapped his head towards the closet and the girl whimpered in response when she saw the bat he was holding. He slowly made his way to the closet tightening his grip, fear written on all over his face. He yanked the doors open ready to swing but stopped him self when he noticed a scared yet beautiful girl sitting there, he lowered the bat he was still holding and stared at the mesmerizing girl.

Her creamy pale skin, her brown eyes almost black reflecting all kinds of lights, her straight black hair framing her face perfectly, her lips so full so pink, her nose was even beautiful. She was the definition of perfect to him. He realized he was scaring the girl when he saw her shake.

"Hey, I'm Dylan" he whispered quietly in fear of scaring her.

"Christal" she noted quietly. Looking up making eye contact feeling a rush go through her causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

"Thats a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He breathed out at how angelic her voice sounded. He slowly started kneeling down in front of the girl careful not to make any sudden movements to not scare her. When he successfully completed the simple task, he couldn't help but stare again. She stared right back feeling all fear and confusion rinse out of her body and was replaced with comfort and hope.