Ashley and Ryder have left their mistakes behind, so they have no worries. It has been eight years since Kellin was put behind bars, so there is no danger remaining, or so they think. Now one from the past will come to destroy what Ashley and Ryder...
I impatiently wait for my greatest fan to arrive at the park, in the old swing set area, where I am sitting in a swing that looks like it might break at any moment now. I close my eyes as I continue to swing without effort, wishing for my fan to arrive at last. When I am about to fall asleep and probably fall off the swing, a pair of hands cover my eyes, causing me to smile and giggle as well.
"You're so angelical that even when you are asleep you look like you fell from heaven." My greatest fan says, kissing my cheek afterward. How did I know it was him? Easy: we have talked before, just that we've never seen each other in person, or physically to be honest. His voice is very deep and low, but it's also so sweet and inviting. I giggle, sitting up on the swing again, wanting to see my fan's face already. I open my eyes and find the guy from the bus hovering over me while smiling widely.
"Maybe my face fell from heaven because the rest surely didn't," I say, playfully winking an eye. My fan giggles, kissing my nose afterward.
"I think both of us agree on that." We both let out soft laughs, not really caring about not having seen each other before. I get off the swing and motion Lucifer to follow me, continuing to walk along the broken sidewalk of the abandoned park. Lucifer follows me, walking beside me, gazing into the sky. "I used to come here as a child." He says, looking at me as he continues to walk.
"Really?" I ask in disbelief. He nods, his eyes showing sadness. "How did it decay so fast then? We're the same age, and two years ago this was alright, so what happened?"
"Well, I really don't know, but I believe that some chemical explosion happened here, and that's why the place was shut and down and now it's all creepy looking." We continue to walk, not really having a destination at all, but enjoying each others company.
"That explains a lot," I say, stopping in front of a trunk of what once must've been a tall and majestic tree of long branches and thick leaves. "Hey, you know what really depresses me about this place?"
"No, not really. So please, tell me." My fan says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"The fact that now it is only the memory of a cheerful place to be happy in without worrying about what might happen next," I whisper, leaning my head into my fan's shoulder, letting some silent tears escape my eyes. My tears fall on his shirt, and he seems to take notice of my state, because he puls me away from the tree and sits down on a bench, sitting me on his lap, my hips straddling his, our groins rubbing, but not exciting us to any extent, since we were only being talkative. I lower my face in shame, not wanting him to believe I was weak and fragile, although that's what I am. He raises my chin with his finger and unites his lips with mine, the touch being sweet and soft. I continue to cry as he moves his lips against mine, kissing me slowly and kindly. I kiss him back, not wanting him to feel rejected or something like that.
"You know, I really hate seeing you sad, and you know that, right?" I nod, not really wanting to use my voice since I know it'll just tremble like my body. "By the way, my name's Killian. What's yours?" I wipe some tears away, using the sleeve of my jacket as a tissue.
"I'm Bryan Daniel, but just call me Bryan," I reply, offering Killian a weak smile. He takes my hand and kisses the palm of it, his lips leaving a warm feeling on my skin.
"Well then Bryan, how about I take you to the mall tomorrow?" Killian asks, smiling. I am about to reject his proposal, but he cuts me off before I can even open my mouth. "It's decided. We're going to the mall tomorrow after eating lunch, and afterward, I'll treat you to a surprise, okay?"
"But I can't-" I begin but Killian cuts me off by kissing me again, smiling widely as he knows he won the argument. "You really know how to shut me up Lucifer. I bet you even know what my underwear is." I joke, laughing a little. Killian smirks and pulls me closer, his breath kissing my ear.
"Black Calvin Kleins that hug your ass so much it looks like a sphere." I blush, leaning back into Killian's lap, feeling embarrassed. He smirks again and sits up, my legs wrapped around my waist. "You look even more angelical when you blush, did you know that?"
"Not really. I don't consider myself the attractive type Killian since people reject me just because I'm an extreme nerdy mess." I say with embarrassment, hiding my blush with the sleeve of my jacket. Killian smirks again and pulls something out of his pocket, smiling widely.
"Well, I can't change your mind about yourself, but I can try to cheer you up about it." I smile, blushing deeper. "Umm, can I have an autograph, Angel?" I smirk and fish a pen out of my pocket, signing the following in a blank page of the notebook Killian gave me:
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"Here you go darling, with all the love I can give," I say, handing the notebook back to Killian, who hugs me to his chest tightly, kissing the top of my head afterward.
"I know that Angel." I smile, hugging him back. We stay like this for a while, just feeling each other's arms around each other, warmth keeping us from being cold. "It's rather late, don't you think darling?" Killian says, setting me down on the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I glance up at the sky and notice that indeed, it is late.
"Yeah, maybe I should get back home, and you too Lucifer," I say, looking back into Killian's eyes, which mesmerize me. He smiles, getting his phone.
"Of, course Angel, whatever you say. But before I get you home," he says and I am going to protest when he holds a hand up, signaling me to shut up. "Don't refuse, its dark out here, and you being alone in the dark won't be a good idea. Anyways, as I was saying, give me your number so I can text you, darling." I pull out my phone in defeat, unlocking it to get Killian's number as well.
"(190) 7823-5643. What's yours?" Killian quickly types my number and then tells me his.
"(759) 4892-1578. Now, I'm walking you home whether you like it or not." I sigh, laying my hand on Killian's shoulder.
"Only if you give me a piggy back ride," Killian smirks and turns around, which tells me his answer is a yes. I hop onto his back and cling my arms to his neck, legs wrapped around his waist again. "I guess that's a yes," Killian smirks, beginning to walk.
"Anything to have you by my side Angel. Now hold on tight love, cuz I'm a fast runner." Killian says, gripping my legs. I kiss his ear, taunting him.
"Then get going Lucifer, cause my army may come behind you to steal me away from you," Lucifer smirks again and sprints into a run, leaving the park behind us in a flash.
