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Mystery girls P.O.V.
Disclaimer: If they were mine I'd be fucking them. Mystery girl belongs 2 me though.
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I hear what I guess to be an episode of Naruto.
My eyes fly open as I remember what happened before I blacked out.
I sit up abruptly and notice I'm no longer in the hospital.
I look frantically for an exit.
Wait, where the hell was I?
This place looked like a damn tourbus.
Then I remeber Frankie.
I slide out of the bunk and part the curtains.
The only source of light comes from the television.
I creep in.
Something I couldn't do before my mutation.
I was a total klutz before.
I noticed all my new appendages were dry, and there wasn't a spot of blood on them.
Had Frank cleaned them for me?
Not to mention being in my favorite band, but helping me like this was making me love him more and more.
I don't know how I knew Frank had helped me before I actually saw him, but I did.
He was laying on the couch, barely conciuos.
I crept right infront of him.
I didn't even notice that I was slightly hovering.
I studied his perfect features and flawless form.
I kissed him lighly on the temple and his eyes fluttered open.
He sat up and I smiled.
I really smiled.
I hadn't actually smiled in a few years.
He didn't say anything, just looked at me.
As if he didn't know what to do.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest.
"Thank you for helping me." I say, wedging myself on the floor between his legs.(Dirty thoughts)
I hadn't held anyone in a very long time and it felt pretty damn good to hold him.
I look up at him and he looks down at me, taking my slender form in his arms.
He returns my smile.
Everyone else was scared by my mutation, but not him.
He cared for me just the way I am.
I start to cry.
The black fluid staining my hospital gown even more.
At least I knew he hadn't seen me naked.
I didn't want him to know about the bruises that were still there from 2 years ago.
I didn't want him to see the scars I would bear forever.
I didn't want him to pity me.
Everyone fucking pitied me.
Because I was an oprphan, because I was different, because I didn't give a shit what the world thought I just wanted to leave it.
But he didn't pity me, he loved me, somehow I just knew that he loved me.
Not for my body, not for sex, but for me.
I didn't question my magic judgement.
I didn't need to.
I knew it was right.
And I loved him too.
"Whats your name?" He asks.
"Jade." I say.
"Jade, I think I'm in love with you." He whispers into my hair.
I smile.
"I think I'm in love with you, Frank."
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A/N: It's not over! Don't have a coniption! I will write more and this was alittle cheesy but hey I can be mushy. It's my fucking story! Well rate and review and don't pester me about writing more, I'll write when I can. DAz it 4 now ^_^ ~mwa~
Disclaimer: If they were mine I'd be fucking them. Mystery girl belongs 2 me though.
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I hear what I guess to be an episode of Naruto.
My eyes fly open as I remember what happened before I blacked out.
I sit up abruptly and notice I'm no longer in the hospital.
I look frantically for an exit.
Wait, where the hell was I?
This place looked like a damn tourbus.
Then I remeber Frankie.
I slide out of the bunk and part the curtains.
The only source of light comes from the television.
I creep in.
Something I couldn't do before my mutation.
I was a total klutz before.
I noticed all my new appendages were dry, and there wasn't a spot of blood on them.
Had Frank cleaned them for me?
Not to mention being in my favorite band, but helping me like this was making me love him more and more.
I don't know how I knew Frank had helped me before I actually saw him, but I did.
He was laying on the couch, barely conciuos.
I crept right infront of him.
I didn't even notice that I was slightly hovering.
I studied his perfect features and flawless form.
I kissed him lighly on the temple and his eyes fluttered open.
He sat up and I smiled.
I really smiled.
I hadn't actually smiled in a few years.
He didn't say anything, just looked at me.
As if he didn't know what to do.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest.
"Thank you for helping me." I say, wedging myself on the floor between his legs.(Dirty thoughts)
I hadn't held anyone in a very long time and it felt pretty damn good to hold him.
I look up at him and he looks down at me, taking my slender form in his arms.
He returns my smile.
Everyone else was scared by my mutation, but not him.
He cared for me just the way I am.
I start to cry.
The black fluid staining my hospital gown even more.
At least I knew he hadn't seen me naked.
I didn't want him to know about the bruises that were still there from 2 years ago.
I didn't want him to see the scars I would bear forever.
I didn't want him to pity me.
Everyone fucking pitied me.
Because I was an oprphan, because I was different, because I didn't give a shit what the world thought I just wanted to leave it.
But he didn't pity me, he loved me, somehow I just knew that he loved me.
Not for my body, not for sex, but for me.
I didn't question my magic judgement.
I didn't need to.
I knew it was right.
And I loved him too.
"Whats your name?" He asks.
"Jade." I say.
"Jade, I think I'm in love with you." He whispers into my hair.
I smile.
"I think I'm in love with you, Frank."
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A/N: It's not over! Don't have a coniption! I will write more and this was alittle cheesy but hey I can be mushy. It's my fucking story! Well rate and review and don't pester me about writing more, I'll write when I can. DAz it 4 now ^_^ ~mwa~
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