Lonely Wanting Love

A story about mystery, and strange love... a young boy meets a strange tall freakish boy. Who would have guessed that Goth Guy would have been so special.

Chapter Seven I sat by myself in Paloma’s room, Lluvia opposite me. I watched her as she watched me with the same sad eyes I’d first seen when I opened her from the box. Her hair was nicely kept, brushed no doubt by Paloma. Who exactly is Demelza then? I wanted answers, even though I had no right to them. As far as things were, they didn’t concern me. Or did they? The fact that I’d been there, the fact that I knew Alex and Paloma, was that enough of a reason f

Chapter 6 “Good Morning” spoke the still pajama-ed Lyric next to me. I had thought last night that I’d be texting for hours, however that hadn’t been the case. Almost simultaneously after getting my responses, both Lyric and Alex bid their ‘good nights’, and ‘sleep well’, and left me with plenty of time for staring into nothing. I couldn’t remember what time exactly I’d fallen asleep. I couldn’t even remember my last thoughts. “Good morning”

Chapter 5 “So what’s the plan?” I whispered into my phone. I hadn’t slept much last night, a lot of twisting and turning like the night before that. When I eventually did go to sleep, it was already morning and my phone was vibrating on my leg. “Well we actually came up with something simple” spoke the female Russian accent, Paloma no doubt. She sounded animated despite it being early in the morning. “Well?” I asked impatiently. A giggle, “You’re gonna tell them that you’re studying wi

Chapter 4 I looked at the clock hoping for it to be six already. I wanted to avoid brief unfortunate run-ins with either of my rentals. Lucky me, it was six o’five in the morning. I got out of bed, rubbed the usual morning tears off my eyes, grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom. Before stepping into my cold shower I looked in the mirror. My bags were just as bad as the day before, the dark marking left the obvious impression of my restless night. Whatever though, I undressed and ste

Chapter 3 “Now I want to know something” he said still tracing the lining of my cheeks. I could see hesitation in his eyes, I’m not sure why. I had done the hardest part, I had asked for his name, Lyric. His name was Lyric. Goth Guy’s name was Lyric. Lyric had kissed me, not only once but twice. Lyric had brought me to his house; Lyric was now the one touching my cheek. Lyric had been the one holding my hand, leading me through the maze that is this house. Lyr

Chapter 2 My school was a rather big school, large media center, more than ten bathrooms, and classrooms from here to there. It was such an enormous structure, but the amount of students didn’t match its carrying capacity. This town is a small town afterall, which of course meant there is a low population density. So obviously the school doesn’t have a huge amount of students like other schools, but that was fine with me. Less people meant more room to walk around, I hate crammed s

Chapter 1: Faster and Faster I ran down the path. The sounds of civilization left where I wanted them, behind me. The few times I opened my eyes the scenery surrounding me seemed blurred, it didn’t matter though. I had no need for the multicolored leaves painting trees left to right. I knew where I was headed; I knew where the path would take me. If for once in my life, without doubt, and strings attached, I could act without a second guess, it would be now. Eyes closed, arms swingin

Chapter One: “You look like someone killed your puppy” Mariposa Philomeia stood idly between the door into his room, and into the hallway. After no response from the boy who sat with his elbows on the windows ledge, she stomped forward, her four inch heel boots making demanding clonks. Tyson Pharisses peered his eyes out of his hands enough to see the beautiful young women that stood before him. With an ivory white complexion, and lips that rivaled those of Ange

Tyson and Mariposa escaped that night of true malice. Now they hide away from everything they knew in Oregon, far far away from New York. Can they survive? And what of the boy who hates Tyson on the spot?