Dusk, chapter 2
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*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I was enjoying the evening in my house. No one else, only me. That's the way I liked it, and the way it was always gonna be. I had finished my writing for today, nothing to do. So I lied down at the couch with my favourite book in my hand. Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. I had read it countless times, over and over again. I just couldn't' get enough of it. Then I saw something outside. I swear, something was moving outside my window! I had always been curious, so I got up. It was cold outside; I took on a jacket and opened the door.
Maybe I shouldn't have done it. Maybe I should've gone back inside, carried on with the book, and say that my imagination was fooling me. And if I weren't me, I should've done that. Because no one else would've survived the person, the thing, outside. I don't regret though. If my curiosity wasn't making me, I would never have met Frank. I wouldn't have met the most wonderful, beautiful and yet dangerous person in the world. I wouldn't have met the love of my life.
Cold air hit me as I walked into the night. The moon was the only light, and I couldn't see much. I stood there and got used to the dark. After a minute or so, I could see well. I went down the stairs, and looked around. This was private property, if someone was here I'd get pissed. I never said no to a reason to be pissed, actually I'd love to get pissed. I always feel so good after. A few minutes later I heard a cracking noise behind me. I turned around, and looked into a pair of piercing blue eyes...
*Frank's P.O.V*
Holy fuck! I bounced backwards as I faced the most beautiful man ever walked on earth. His eyes were green, stabbing me. He stared at me, not knowing what to say or do. 'Fuck' I thought to myself. I cursed inside of me. I had not been in love in about 500 years, I thought I was just going for some fast food, but noooo, why did he have to be so fucking stunning?
"I... erm... what...why... who are you??" The man asked, a little shocked I think. He probably did not meet anyone out here, I had never seen anyone live this far from people before, and that is saying something.
I just stared at him, not knowing what to answer. 'Hi, I am Frank'?? Nah, do not think so. It sounded stupid even in my own head. So we continued looking at each other. He obviously did not mind the fact I did not answer his question, but what was there to answer?
*Billie's P.O.V*
He didn't answer me. Fuuuuuck, why didn't he answer?? I wanted to know his name. I wanted to know who I was gonna dream 'bout tonight... No! Stop it Billie, he's just another person. No one to think about, and not dream about. Still, he was so fucking beautiful, so stunning... I'd never felt this way before, it was like a book! Just so much better, so real... Focus, Billie, focus! You can't fall in love, you can't trust someone. They're all the same.
I couldn't control myself, I didn't know what I was doing.
So I extended my hand and said "I'm Billie Joe."
*Frank's P.O.V*
Ok... What the fuck?? 'I am Billie Joe'?? What to do now? Better act like nothing... I slowly lean forward and shake his hand.
"Frank," I say simply. When our hands meet, it is like thunder hammering through my body, in a good way. Why is this feeling here, what wrong did I do? I am immortal, I am not supposed to feel this! Have I disappointed the Gods? Please tell me, love hurts, I thought I never was going to fall in love again! I did not want to fall in love... Oh, dear Gods, what did I do? What can I do to make it stop?
*Billie's P.O.V*
I stared at the man, Frank. He was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. His skin was pale, almost white. His hair was black and his eyes were blue... He stared back at me. I wondered what he was thinking. When I'd touched his hand, I noticed how cold he was. His skin was so cold, it almost burnt me! It would've been uncomfortable if it didn't make me feel like flying. I felt an urge to stretch out, and touch his face, and his body. I gave up on trying ignoring my feelings, this was love. Real love. But there was nothing I could do, so I kept on staring.
I was enjoying the evening in my house. No one else, only me. That's the way I liked it, and the way it was always gonna be. I had finished my writing for today, nothing to do. So I lied down at the couch with my favourite book in my hand. Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. I had read it countless times, over and over again. I just couldn't' get enough of it. Then I saw something outside. I swear, something was moving outside my window! I had always been curious, so I got up. It was cold outside; I took on a jacket and opened the door.
Maybe I shouldn't have done it. Maybe I should've gone back inside, carried on with the book, and say that my imagination was fooling me. And if I weren't me, I should've done that. Because no one else would've survived the person, the thing, outside. I don't regret though. If my curiosity wasn't making me, I would never have met Frank. I wouldn't have met the most wonderful, beautiful and yet dangerous person in the world. I wouldn't have met the love of my life.
Cold air hit me as I walked into the night. The moon was the only light, and I couldn't see much. I stood there and got used to the dark. After a minute or so, I could see well. I went down the stairs, and looked around. This was private property, if someone was here I'd get pissed. I never said no to a reason to be pissed, actually I'd love to get pissed. I always feel so good after. A few minutes later I heard a cracking noise behind me. I turned around, and looked into a pair of piercing blue eyes...
*Frank's P.O.V*
Holy fuck! I bounced backwards as I faced the most beautiful man ever walked on earth. His eyes were green, stabbing me. He stared at me, not knowing what to say or do. 'Fuck' I thought to myself. I cursed inside of me. I had not been in love in about 500 years, I thought I was just going for some fast food, but noooo, why did he have to be so fucking stunning?
"I... erm... what...why... who are you??" The man asked, a little shocked I think. He probably did not meet anyone out here, I had never seen anyone live this far from people before, and that is saying something.
I just stared at him, not knowing what to answer. 'Hi, I am Frank'?? Nah, do not think so. It sounded stupid even in my own head. So we continued looking at each other. He obviously did not mind the fact I did not answer his question, but what was there to answer?
*Billie's P.O.V*
He didn't answer me. Fuuuuuck, why didn't he answer?? I wanted to know his name. I wanted to know who I was gonna dream 'bout tonight... No! Stop it Billie, he's just another person. No one to think about, and not dream about. Still, he was so fucking beautiful, so stunning... I'd never felt this way before, it was like a book! Just so much better, so real... Focus, Billie, focus! You can't fall in love, you can't trust someone. They're all the same.
I couldn't control myself, I didn't know what I was doing.
So I extended my hand and said "I'm Billie Joe."
*Frank's P.O.V*
Ok... What the fuck?? 'I am Billie Joe'?? What to do now? Better act like nothing... I slowly lean forward and shake his hand.
"Frank," I say simply. When our hands meet, it is like thunder hammering through my body, in a good way. Why is this feeling here, what wrong did I do? I am immortal, I am not supposed to feel this! Have I disappointed the Gods? Please tell me, love hurts, I thought I never was going to fall in love again! I did not want to fall in love... Oh, dear Gods, what did I do? What can I do to make it stop?
*Billie's P.O.V*
I stared at the man, Frank. He was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. His skin was pale, almost white. His hair was black and his eyes were blue... He stared back at me. I wondered what he was thinking. When I'd touched his hand, I noticed how cold he was. His skin was so cold, it almost burnt me! It would've been uncomfortable if it didn't make me feel like flying. I felt an urge to stretch out, and touch his face, and his body. I gave up on trying ignoring my feelings, this was love. Real love. But there was nothing I could do, so I kept on staring.
