The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Free Fallin

She stood at the edge, looking down at all the bite-sized citizens of downtown Santa Carla. For years, she'd been battling crippling depression. It pained her to keep going when she knew everyone hated her. She didn't know what else to do except end it all. Everything was just too much.

Her boyfriend broke up with her the day before; saying she wasn't the girl for him, she was too depressive all the damn time, that she didn't have the grades to excel at his level, and that his parents wouldn't accept a failure like her. She took those words to heart and decided it was time to end everyone's suffering.

The name-calling from her friends rang in her ears, pricking her gorgeous blue eyes with tears.

One more step and it would all be over. Her body would smack into the concrete, her neck torqued to the side, blood spilling from every orifice. She wouldn't have to deal with the taunting smiles of her ex-boyfriend, of those she thought were close to her.

A piece of crumbling brick fell away from the building, spilling to the sidewalk below.

Taking a deep breath, she dived off the building.

One moment she was falling, free of all worries, only the thought of death on her mind. The next, she's being held tightly against a broad chest, arms wrapped securely around her, keeping her from continuing her misadventure to the other side.

Whoever he was, he touched down on the rooftop of a much smaller building. She touched down on shaky legs and snatched her arms away from her hero.

"Who the hell are you and why'd you save me?" She crossed her arms, anger taking over.

"You should be thankful I saved your ass back there!" He angrily shook her, not understanding why she was suicidal.

"Well, I'm not. And I didn't need you to save me." She sprinted and leaped off the side of the building, the ground flying up faster. Before he body made contact with the dirty road littered with a multitude of cars, she took flight and flew up along the side of the adjacent Burger King. "Told you." She tucked her wings in under her skin and landed softly behind him, expecting an answer.

He wore a surprised expression under his what seemed to be usual smirk continuously plastered beneath dark blue eyes and a crinkled noise. It was the type of smirk you'd see on a sexy billionaire in the US Weekly.

"What are you?" He questioned, keeping a straight face.

At first she thought he was your average business man, but then she got a sneak peek of a strange, intricate design burned into his wrist. She meticulously racked her conscious mind for something to say; what was she? That question was yet to be answered.

"To be honest, all I know is that I can now fly and my powers have just arisen." She shrugged her shoulders. "I've just been going through a lot of depressive shit and haven't felt very needed."

"Free fallin Angel...that's what I'll call you."