Fate Happens

Okay, um yeah i've got a new chapter. YAY for me hahaha. Um i dunno tell me what you think, to me it feels like this chapter isn't the same as the last one. *shrugs* maybe it's just me but yah. Anyways enjoy :)

Two years later

I leaned on the metal railing of the balcony, breathing in the sea air.

"It's been too long since I last came here. The sea really is quite beautiful, it's so calming. I wish I lived here, but not after what happened last time I guess."

Two years ago when I'd stolen $650 out of my dad's wallet to give to a random teenage mugger well, man did I get hell for that. Of course they still didn't know my actual reason for taking the money, they still didn't know.

"Maybe they thought I donated it to a charity or something," I muttered to myself. When my mum had figured out from my guilty face that I had taken it, all my pocket money was confiscated after any jobs I did. And well, I'm still not trusted by them too much.

I sighed, I didn't know how I felt about my little act of charity that night. I mean, I'd lost all respect from my parents for months but on the other hand, I was able to create a better life for someone.

"Well that's if he did something with," I said out loud. I stopped talking there, it wouldn't help to have the unit next to me hear me talking just to myself I thought quietly. Often my mum would chastise me because I could have conversations to myself. I had my normal voice of reason. But that little voice inside people's head that people were so accustomed to, I often spoke it out loud. By having these arguments with myself I could get quite a lot figured out.

Time seemed to edge by slowly and I drifted into a daze. I fell silent for a time, and instead of talking or thinking, I just watched the waves, push and pull on the beach. Soon I felt someone's presence below me. Looking down I was only on the first level of the motel, so I pretty much heard everything on the street.

I felt my mouth open and close like a fish as I saw a guy quietly trying to fight off a mugger. Already I felt panic bubbling in my chest, and there was no stopping it.

"Well at least it's not me. Wait I should help, but then I'll probably just die but ohhh I don't know," I cried in hysteria. They guy being attacked heard me and looked up and I jumped violently. He rolled his eyes as he saw me standing stock still. He looked like he didn't want to hurt the mugger, but the mugger didn't seem to care and looked ready to kill. But the guy being attacked seemed to be able to handle it.

"I should really stop called them mugger and guy being attacked. But then oh I should help," I looked down and wasn't sure what to do.

"Um guy being attacked...um do you need some help?" I called out, leaning over the balcony. He looked up at me, and I had a feeling he was trying to see in the dim light if I had blonde hair. The mugger punched him in the gut and he doubled over. The mugger then looked up at me and raised a gun.

I yelped and dove out of the way as he fired and a bullet tore past me. I looked around frantically, and I found a flower pot. It had damp soil, and a very earthy smell. Well I'd seen it on Ever After so maybe it will work for me. I picked it up, and leaned over the balcony and dropped it. I cried out in triumph, but sadly it didn't last too long.

I watched on in horror as it completely missed the mugger and landed on the other guy. It smashed everywhere, and the daisy's fell onto the road. I was leaning fully out across the balcony. When suddenly I felt my weight shift forward and I tumbled down, the ground waiting to embrace me. I slammed into the ground, my right side burning with pain.

"OW."

I moaned in pain, holding back my tears when I remembered my current situation.

"How could I have forgotten, but-oh Hi, that's a nice gun you got there, it's fairly shiny and you know it just catches the moonlight. You look handsome with it. Don't think I'm coming on to you or anything, cause your just not my type. No offense about that but you just look older and your like a mugger. But you'll find a girl out there, I know you will, don't loose heart. Not saying that your devastated by me not wanting you cause I'm not accusing you of paedophilia or anything ha, ha, ha," I was talking non-stop, and I felt close to passing out. They guy looked so pissed off and he pointed the gun under my chin, and I started laughing nervously.

And suddenly out of nowhere he just collapsed forward. And no this wasn't the graceful collapse where he falls to the side, no he fell on TOP of me. His weight was heavy, and he felt sweaty. I Oomph'd as he landed, getting the wind knocked out of me.

"Ah, oh ew, he's all sweaty and man he shouldn't be going to Macca's anymore," I choked. With a big effort I put my hands on the guys stomach and rolled him off me. I heaved with the effort and quickly scrambled away from his body.

"Man this is nothing like the movies, I mean they always just fall out of the picture," I muttered, sitting up. I groaned with the effort, man falling out of buildings is painful I thought.

"Are you alright?" the guy asked. I'd completely forgotten about him. I pulled myself up, and leaned against a sign post.

"Are you alright?" the guy repeated. I looked up at him, he had light green eyes and an angular face. His long black hair was purposely combed into his eyes.

Ew, it's an emo, I thought. Luckily I didn't say that out loud. But I mean seriously who likes the emo look. NO ONE, that's the thing, it's so depressing and feminine. God I reckon it looked so ugly on a guy. Man, i'd hate to be with an emo, it'd be so...depressing.

"Oh, what are we going to do with this guy?" I thought, looking at the unconscious body. It hadn't moved since I'd pushed it off me, but it was ugly to look at.

"Like I care, he can rot here for all I care," the guy spat.

"Um yeah, I totally agree," I said uncertainly. This is just a tad inhumane, but I pushed it to the back of mind, where it gnawed silently.

"So are you alright?" he asked a third time.

"Oh yeah, perfectly fine excluding the fact I just fell out of a building! Oh and by the way, I'm SO sorry for hitting you with the pot plant, I didn't mean to I was aiming for the other guy I swear."

He grimaced and rubbed his hand over his head as if just remembering it. I tried not to cringe as he flipped his hair back into place.

"Yeah don't worry about it, it's not like it was painful or anything...bitch," he muttered sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes.

"Wow I didn't know emo's could use sarcasm, I thought they only had the one depressed mode," I wondered aloud. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you even know who I am?" he asked

"Yah, a bloody arrogant jerk," I murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing," I said angelically. Now I know what your thinking. Your probably thinking, why aren't you getting all nervous and talking randomly. Yah, well I wasn't like that. Because talking to random strangers I throw pot plants on don't make me nervous. I kept looking at his face. I guess it could be considered handsome, but I was trying to figure out where I'd seen it before.

"Wait I do know who you are," I gasped, oh my god, how didn't I see it. He smirked looking proud.

"Oh your that um weirdo lead singer or something, Michael Andren or something," I shrugged, I'd heard their band on the radio before, they weren't to flash.

Basically they were the new boy band.

"Please the best band alive," he smirked, looking smug.

"Dude if you think I'm going to fall at your feet you got something else coming. You should know your song's are all really gay. I mean seriously what guy keeps singing about finding the perfect love and then killing yourself if you don't find it," I shook my head sadly, "oh wait you do."

"Excuse me, those songs happen to be best sellers," he said, look miffed. I sighed, I was so going to be here forever.

"Okay, I could stand here listing all the reasons why your band should get some balls and stop writing Nancy boy songs but I'd rather like to g back to my bed. Oh and by the way you should probably check for bruising where I hit you," I said sheepishly at that last part.

"Yah, and you should work on not talking so much," he laughed. I didn't talk a lot...did I? I shrugged, and waved my hand as a goodbye. I started walking up towards the lobby, and pushed against the doors. Locked.

"Oh that's right I need a key card...which is upstairs in my room," I realised. I had taken it out of my pocket when I was going to bed. I turned back around cursing and saw Michael smirking behind me.

"Well this has screwed up my whole evening," I told him.