True Fallen Love

Chapter One1

Redemption2

My dreams have always been déjà vu hell for me, but this night was different, and completely unexpected. He was dressed fashionably, he looked extremely cute, and besides the paleness of him (or a serious overdose of face powder), he was gorgeous. The dream consisted of a party; the drinking, the people, the socializing, and for me, him. 3

I was pushing my way through the mob of people (looking pretty good) searching for unopened doors. My curiosity always got the better of me. What can I say? I like to explore. After a few minutes of vain searching, looking for a moderately interesting room, I begin to think my expedition is a lost cause. But then, there it was, I don’t quite know what drew me to it, nor do I know why I didn’t see it before, but I found my hand turning the knob, slowly opening the door. And just as I am about to see what lies beyond the door, a light flashes on, momentarily blinding me. As I begin to regain my vision, I see him, sitting in the corner on a cushiony red chair. Slowly, like a cat about to pounce, he stands. He has a seriously wicked grin on his face. I almost faint from fright, but then, without any warning he makes his way across the wide expanse of the room. I guess I tried backing away or blinked or something, because when I opened my eyes again, he was right there before me. Since I knew in my subconscious that this was just a dream, I stood my ground, planning to savor the moment. That’s when it happened. He spoke, his voice tantalizingly perfect, I could feel myself melting, falling into that voice. 4

“What’s your name?” A spark of interest lit up his amazing eyes. It felt like I had run a mile, because I was suddenly breathless, standing there, practically drooling on the carpet. God, I must have looked like a complete imbecile. Apparently, the strange man was used to this kind of reaction, because he just smiled rather demeaning like, showing off his brilliant white teeth. He raised his hand to my face and touched my cheek. 5

“Shy I see?” He chuckles deeply and grins. I was beginning to think screaming was a good idea. Instead I just stood their, mesmerized by him. Maybe an intuitional trust had occurred. As these thoughts swirled in my head, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, his breath cool. “I see no reason for it though….you do trust me don’t you?” It was not phrased as a question. His words lingered in my ear, and then disappeared into my mind where it combined with all my other thoughts about this stranger. 6

I looked into his mysterious green-gray eyes and felt my legs weaken. Normally if a strange guy was this close to me I was have upped and ran, screaming the whole time. Nevertheless, this….this guy was…..different. Slowly, but surely he pulled me closer to his beautiful face, and leaned down….his lips touched mine, gently opening, coaxing mine to do the same. He pulled me closer…and then even closer…..just then, everything faded. 7

I wake up irritated, with sweat running down my forehead, my lips feeling as if they’d actually been kissed by the stranger. I never even learned his name. I closed my eyes and try to fall back asleep, hoping I’d fall back into the dream with the stranger. Then, just as I put my head on my fluffed and plumped pillow there was a load knock on my door. BAM-BAM! I jump off the bed and swing the door open, livid at being interrupted in such a manner. And even more so when I see my annoying brother Trevor. 8

“What!” I say wrathfully, I fold my arms and glare. He takes a couple steps backward, smirks arrogantly and saying, “Sorry, your breath blew me back a couple steps.” He looks around as if expecting applause. He does not get one. I put my hands on my hips and stare angrily at him. I am not amused. 9

“What do you want?” I barely restrain myself from cursing every inch of him out. I derive a little pleasure from imagining my eyes shooting daggers at his body. 10

“Hey! Don’t kill the messenger! Your stupid friend Allyson just called, and like, she wanted to tell you that there’s like a second before the last ‘day’ of the summer party…..DUH!” Hr says this in a mocking tone, sneering at me. 11

I stare at him with a vicious look, “I don’t speak like that.” At that moment, it hits me, and I finally realize my déjà vu hell is becoming my déjà vu reality. I stare at him in horror; this was how the dream started! Or at least relatively close. 12

“Well, are you going to call?” He says, holding up our wireless phone in his left hand, “You know, everyone doesn’t wait on you, people don’t have all day!” His lips thin, as if I did something personally offensive to him. 13

I wait, contemplating, my stomach rumbles hungrily, “After breakfast.” I grab the phone from his hand, ready to make a dash for it. Blocking my doorway he strokes his chin with his left hand, he’s smiling his evil older brother grin. 14

“So dear sister, (he says this in a patronizing sort of way) did this….stranger of yours ever find out your name?” He waits, knowingly. 15

“Oh my freakin’ God! I’ll kill you!” Stay out of my room! And stop listening through keyholes! Couldn’t you be anymore mature you moronic freak!” I chase down the stairs running after him, screaming obscenities left and right. I’m at the end of my leash. He laughs, “You talk in your sleep and I’m the freak? Now that’s a new one. Real funny.” 16

I almost kick him, and I would have too, but just then the doorbell rings. I look around for the nearest clock, it reads: 1:00 pm. I scratch my disheveled hair, “How long was I asleep?” I take a quick peek in a nearby mirror and groan, whoever is at the door is in for an unpleasant surprise. As I start toward the door, ever idiotic Trevor trips me, causing me to fall heavily with to the floor, my face going first. I curse, and make a ground dive toward him. He just steps and jumps over me and politely answers the door, as if he hadn’t just been such a jackass. 17

To my great relief it’s just Allyson. She smiles at the sight of my brother (who she says is quite a hottie), then looks over his shoulder. 18

“Oh my God, Anastasia, what are you doing sprawled on the floor?” She bounds to my side, looking worried, but still manages to plaster a smile on her face. She has no idea what an asshole my brother is. I really hate him sometimes, and with no guilt or remorse. Seriously, if he had been born a girl, the correct term for him would be a “Witch with a capital B.” And that is being particularly polite. 19

Trevor steps to the side of Allyson, with what I call his flirting look on. “Hey Allyson.” His eyes travel over her well sculpted body, yep, defiantly has the flirtatious glint in his eyes. I frown and hate him all the more; he is still staring at Allyson as if she is a piece of meat. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to notice, or still worse, she likes it. I don’t pretend to deny it, Allyson is really pretty (no I’m not lesbo), actually, all my friends are prettier then me. At least from my point of view, but maybe we are our own harshest critics. In addition, all of my friends have had way more boyfriends than me. In fact, they had had boyfriends that I had never even seen! Dazed at the thought of being a social imbecile I almost pity myself, but Allyson, my ego savior, interrupts me. 20

“So, I hope that’s not what you’re going to wear to the party?” Allyson laughs. 21

“Oh no, don’t worry Allyson, she’ll look much worse.” My brother smirks and gets a playful smack from Allyson. I almost gag, making a fake choking sound in the back of my throat. Allyson laughs at my antics and moves away from Trevor, I sense a sibling murder being plotted. Just then my sister Rose walks in, she looks like she has a bone to pick with my brother. 22

“Hey everybody look! It’s Scary Mary #2!” He thinks he is such a God. 23

“Ha-ha,” At the tone of my sister’s voice I know she is pissed. This won’t be pretty for Trevor; I contemplate leaving so as to not get caught in the messy-ness. But I dismiss the idea. If my brother is going to get a good ass-kicking, I am not about to miss it. 24

My sister continues, “I didn’t think dumb-asses like you could be funny. I got a joke for you too, no, take it as a threat. Use my car again and I’ll show you what’s funny. Jerk.” She stalks away, leaving a terrified Trevor in her wake. He scratches his head, “Well….that’s my que.” Thankfully, he walks away. 25

I pick myself off the floor, “So what’s up?” Allyson tucks her curly black hair behind her ear and smiles charmingly, “Damn, your brother is hot!” God, she’s so fooled. I manage to smack on a fake friendly smile to my face. Not that I don’t love Allyson as my best friend and all, but sometimes she is so stupid. 26

“So they say.” I reply, eager to change the subject. “So what time is the party?” I straighten out my rumpled clothes. 27

“5:30 sharp!” She chirps. 28

“So….I heard that there will be senior collage boys!” I wink at her and soon where headed up to my room. 29

“So, whatcha gonna wear?” Allyson asks, drawing it out. I exhale air from my nose and reply, “May I take a shower first?” She nods and heads over to my computer desk, grabs a magazine and plops down on my bed. “Sure, sure, just don’t take forever, beauty can’t be rushed.” I admire her look, kind of like a back-to-school thing that you would find in a Cosmo girl magazine.30

I walk toward the bathroom, and stare at my ordinary complexion. Straight, but slightly wavy brown shoulder length hair, a small little nose, clear complexion, and something other ‘white girls’ didn’t have. Full luxurious lips. And with all that, I still have the ‘little girl look.’ I sigh and turn on the water. Soon hot steam emits from the small room, cleansing my pores. I slowly turn on the faucet and brush my teeth, after about ten minuets I finally step into the shower. Warmth spreads through my body, relaxing tense muscles. I reluctantly make a grab at the shampoo, squeeze about half the bottle onto my head and begin to wash my hair. I stop as the last of the shampoo runs down my body, leaving wet clean hair clinging to my shoulders. I look down to my size A breasts, another feature that made me look so little, I used to think maybe I’d at least hit a B, I gave up that hope long ago. 31

As I finish shaving my legs and soaping my body, I turn off the water. Wrapping myself in a soft white towel, I step out of the shower and head out. (Or so I think) I tug at the door and turn the knob but it won’t budge. It takes a couple more tries before I decide to panic. I start to yell for somebody to open up the door. That’s when I hear someone laughing on the other side. 32

“Trevor! Trevor!” I yell, “You’re such a sick ass! Open the damn door!” It swung open so fast it barely missed swinging into me and giving me a concussion. I regain myself and yell at the immature dog, but before I could do him any real damage a bright light flashes and through my own screaming, I hear my asshole brother say, “I can’t wait to put this on Myspace!” And as I am recovering my eyesight and shock like the wimpy coward he is he runs to his room and locks the door. I stare at his door; it has done me a great offense. Two minutes tick by and I’m still staring at the door the bastard was hiding behind, I finally snap out of it and head to my room. 33

“I told you not to take forever.” Allyson sighs, turning another page of the magazine. 34

“Bite me.” I snap back, thoughts still reeling. She laughs and heads toward my closet, taps her perfectly sculpted chin and mutters, “Now what will Anastasia wear?” She is contemplating something, and before I end up looking like a Polly-pocket doll I push her out of the way. “Whatever the hell she wants to wear!” I am having the worst possible day ever. 35

“Oh, someone’s a little feisty today.” She laughs and scolds me like a mother hen, laying stomach up on my bed. 36

“Oh shut-up.” But I’m smiling now, we both laugh. It takes about an hour and a half to pick out my cloths, especially since my closet is fashion-less. Or so says Allyson, I bow to her superior fashion knowledge, me, I just pull something out of the bottom of my drawers. Slowly Allyson watches me model for her; this is what we came up with: A mid-arm length black shirt with a gold metallic print, it went a little above my waste (Showing a fashionable amount of skin, so says Allyson) and that says “Infamous Beauty.” We also picked out a pair of light faded jeans with black belt chains at hip length, it was cute and so not emo. Next, I had my black sandals (not caring about the purple nail polish that adorned my toenails, and all I had to do next was fluff my hair up a bit and let the wavy texture take charge. I put on a gold cross necklace that my Aunt had given me and add on my gold bangles. I have basic makeup on, it complements me well. Somehow in my subconscious I wondered, would the stranger be there? Of course it was only a dream, but still…..I couldn’t help but hope. 37

As I start for the mirror in the corner of my bedroom Allyson grabs me. “Wait!” She says, pursing her lips. I stare at her like she is crazy; she rolls her eyes at me and reaches into her pocket of her pants. Pulling out a pink tube of lip gloss, and she hands it to me. “Here, put this on.” She has a slightly impatient look to her, “To complete your already perfect look.” I smile at her and apply it to my lips before heading to the mirror. I step in front of the mirror and am confronted by my reflection, I am shocked by how amazing I actually look, and thoughts of my brother left far behind me…..for now. 38

I smiled, and swore it could have gone from my bedroom to Mexico. Allyson looks just as pleased by my reaction. I am about to applaud her when I hear a ringing sound, I assume it is my phone. Stepping away from my now lovely reflection I start searching for mine, but soon Allyson announces that it is hers, her ringing cell phone in hand. 39

“You look so hot!” She says before flipping her phone open. The next second Allyson is on the floor laughing, her head off and rolling around on my floor. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes are tearing up. I was almost convinced she was having a seizure. I run to her side, but instead of helping, I grab her phone. One look at it and I begin to laugh, I take a second glance at her phone to make me stop dead. As soon as I realize whom the girl in the towel (that was practically falling off her body) was. With her eyes glaring with hate at an unknown figure and her mouth his getting ready to cuss someone out I nearly cry in rage and shock. I drop the phone and run to the bastard’s room, I find it un-locked and I step in, more then pissed. What made it even worse was when he wasn’t even there. I am ready for cold-blood murder now. 40

With an evil scheme hatching in my mind I grab his I-Phone and head downstairs, he is not in the living room, the office, game room or computer room, but finally I see him in the kitchen fighting with my sister Rose. As I make my presence known, he begins to laugh in my face. Until, without hesitation, I threaten to break his most prized possession. Aka, his I-Phone. As soon as I show him I’m for real he stops yelling at Rose and looks directly at me. He steps forward; I step back, not giving one inch. He comes forward again, and I yell, “STOP!” Rose is staring at me now, her eyes filled with questions that demanded answers I don’t bother answering. Instead, I stare straight at the stupid boy who has just ruined my night. He stares back, not intimidated by me or my threat. I hear Allyson clambering down our stairs, I’m guessing by now she has figured out it was me in the picture and is probably coming down to apologize. 41

She is searching for me, and I see out of the corner of my eye her entering the kitchen. She stops when she sees us, all obviously posed and ready for battle. I’m the first to break the tangible silence. “Fix it and delete it now, or prepare to see this phone in pieces!” I hiss. He smiles like he is still in control. 42

“No point baby sis, it’s already been sent.” I stare at the life-ruiner in disbelief, but still prepared to follow through with my promise. Rose is the next to speak. 43

“What the hell is going on here Anastasia?” Allyson approaches wordlessly and opens her phone, her glare at Trevor enough to indicate who was responsible. Her silence seems to say, this is what the hell is going on. Rose’s eyes widen and flare with anger at Trevor. I can tell she wants to cuss him out and beat him down. (Her specialty) 44

If there is one thing Trevor fears, it’s Rose. 45

“Let’s not be drastic little sis.” He looks at Rose, his eyes close as there ever get to pleading. 46

“Shut-up stupid! Don’t you hold back on him! And don’t worry Anastasia I’ll give him the beat down he deserves. Just you wait!” And with those words Rose storms out of the kitchen. Making sure Rose is out of hearing range my brother steps forwards. 47

“Well then, I guess I’ll just take that!” My brother moves even closer, attempting to grab the phone. I retaliate by returning his advance with a threat. “Just you try!” I grimace, folding my arms. “I would really hate to ruin such a nice phone, but you know, anybody can just have an accident, I was just carrying this to give you because you left it in your room. But I came downstairs to find you, and it accidentally fell under this water faucet and broke.” I practiced my voice, “I’m sorry Mummy, Dad, I was just trying to help Trevor…..I barely see him now….” My lower lip starts to tremble. I grin, just giving him a taste of how easily I can turn the tables. I move closer to the sink, turning on the water, my thumb on the screen, pressuring just enough not to break it. 48

Trevor smiles and backs away, hands up, “You got me- How about a compromise?” 49

I raise my eyebrows, “What do you have in mind?” He puts his hands down, “I’ll tell my friends that it is a pic I found online, and I pasted your head on it. That way, if they ever see you, they won’t be suspicious. But only in exchange for my phone.” 50

I stop, trying to see if he was serious. “No.” I say. He looks at me in shock. “What the hell….! Don’t try to pull a Rose!” I’m about to answer when Rose steps in again, apparently she had been in hiding. 51

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She swoops in, glaring at him. He starts backward toward me, ignoring Rose. “Give me the phone.” He says, I step back- cautious. 52

“Whatever.” 53