The Angel Matchmaker

AUTHORS NOTE :

Hey guys! So this is my first story on this account, and I hope you like it! I've been in a loved up mood lately - not sure why, I have depression - and I decided to write this story! I love it, and I hope that you do too! I update randomly, so keep an eye out loves! Please do not steal my story. I had that problem on one of my other accounts and I had everything deleted, and I hated it. So please, just come up with your own ideas. I know this story may not seem original at first, but it is! Just you wait and see!

*Disclaimer*

All Rights Reserved. (In other words, no stealing) Story is 100% LaurenHoran101's.

You will be hung at the Salem Witch Trials, proven guilty as charged.

Your name will be entered, and picked, for the Hunger Games.

You will be the next Cedric Diggory in the Goblet of Fire, and you will face the wrath of the Dark Lord.

You will say Beetlejuice 3 times and die.

You will play Bloody Mary and die.

I will run you over with a lawnmower, and you will die.

You will face Riptide - Percy Jackson's sword - and die.

You...you know....I think you get the idea.

If you copy and paste my story ANYWHERE, you will die.

Have a nice day.

Love, Lauren, Who will kill you if you steal her story

Enjoy!

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"Cecily Crew makes dreams come true! Leave a message, so I'll know what do!" Her cheery voice rang through the reciever, giving off the illusion of happiness. Cecily was anything but, and he knew that. Why can't she just give it up already? The other line beeped, indicating he could leave a message. But she had sent him a message, instead.

And he got it, loud and clear.

"Cecily.....I'm sorry. Just....let me explain, okay? You know that I love-" Right then, the pay phone beeped, indicating it needed more quarters - something Reece was out of.

He cried out, kicking the metal pole. It didn't hurt him in the slightlest, if anything, it felt like a tickle. He liked it. It releaved him of the internal pain he was feeling, and couldn't get out. He wasn't about to cut himself or anything - not that it would matter. His skin would feel nothing, and it'd heal faster than you could even imagine blinking.

"Please insert the approiate amount of coins." The annoying voice chirped from the other end, making Reece even angrier. Could anything else go wrong? Of course, on cue, it rained. If this were a movie, or a book, this would be the climax. Where everything goes wrong, all the action appears. Then again, all of Reece's life is like the climax of a book - never going as intended, or wanted.

He trudged along the now soaked streets, leaving the phone dangling from the cord. Today it was lucky - at least he didn't light it on fire. If the same thing happened tomorrow....not so much.

The rain sloshed against his expensive basket ball shoes, but it wasn't like he didn't have two million other pairs in his closet in his uptown apartment.

"You're a spoiled little brat. Daddy and Grandpa treat you like a king, but you're the scum on the bottom of my shoes." Reece recalled Cecily saying. Of course, this didn't make him falter one bit. He knew what he had to do.

He went up the doorstep leading to the large metal door. This would most definately be a safety hazard if there were ever a lighting storm, which there was. Right now.

Shit.

He knocked not once, not twice, but three, but seven times. The girl usually got annoyed after two, so he'd usually stop, but this time was different. His life was at stake. Kind of. In a way.

He stood there, soaking wet, as the door opened up. She looked at him, apalled at first, but her eyes softening once she caught sight of his condition.

"Hey." Reece said with a forced grin. She grinned back, and ushered him into her apartment. She forgave him just like that, because they were meant for eachother, in her eyes. Because they were soulmates. That's what she kept telling herself.

He didn't want her, though. He wanted what was out of his grasp. He was batting for the stars when he could only reach second base. But old habits don't die easily. And with this girl? It was just too easy to be Reece Diavolo, heart breaker, player, womanizer, asshole, and liar.

Just too easy.