An Angel In The Apocalypse

The Flashback

Hey guys!! :) so i know there's only a couple of you reading this story, and by the way, thank you so much for reading it!!! but it would really help if you comment what you think of the story so far! :) i'd like to know if i need to improve on anything? ...thanks! :) (oh and by the way, there's gonna be a flash back in this chapter, and probably others in the future, but the italics are the flash backs!)

I sat in class, staring out the window. I was in social studies at the moment, and don't get me wrong, i love S.S. but the teacher was talking about boring events today, so i kept finding myself daydreaming,...mostly about what had happened yesterday.

i was walking around near the park all by myself. i was mad at my brother, and so i had took a short walk to get some air and cool down, since i have a short temper. i was about to go home, thinking that my mom was probably wondering where i was, until i felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders. i reeled around, terrified, and came face to face with Daryl. His blue eyes looked down at me. He had a amused look on his face, probably since he had scared me so bad. "Don't do that!" I playfully pushed him. i hadn't of even realized i had walked down Daryl's street, which was where the park was.

He gave me a slight grin, and started walking down towards the park, gesturing me to follow him. i did just that, and found myself sitting next to him on the bench.

"I haven't seen you in a couple of days. How comes you haven't gone to school?" I asked him. He didn't reply, but instead, looked away. "Not that it's any of my business. I didn't mean to be nosey. You don't have to tell me." I quickly said. He turned back around and smirked, clearly amused at how i had just backed my self up so fast.

It was quiet for the next few minutes, and i wondered why he had brought me down here if he wasn't even gonna talk to me at all.

Finally he said, "So where are you from? I can tell your not from Georgia."

"How can you tell?" i asked, even though it was obvious.

He smirked. "You don't have a southern accent."

I smiled. "Arizona. but before that, Ohio." i looked at him, and he just nodded.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

He smirked again. "Well you didn't say when we were in class, on the first day of school." He replied.

"Well neither did you."

"18." he said.

"17." I replied.

he grunted and looked at me.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"What question." His eyes sparkled.

i could tell he was just playing dumb. "Why do you want to know." I repeated.

"Just wonderin." He shrugged. "So what do you like to do? Other than softball." He questioned me.

"You ask a lot of questions." I smiled.

"i could say the same about you." I laughed and he just grinned. this is going no where, isn't it?

he suddenly looked down at me. i suddenly felt lost, staring into those eyes. i leaned forward a little, and then placed my hand lightly on his arm. i felt him tense up, but then he relaxed. i leaned forwards more, and then watched as he finished closing in the distance. are lips touched each others, as we began to kiss each other. his lips were so soft.

it felt like we had been kissing for ever, but it had only been a few seconds. suddenly he pulled away. i heard screeching tires, and turned to see a truck zip down the road, and then it turned onto the driveway at Daryl's house. i watched as a guy got out of the car, and started walking towards the house. well, i wouldn't say he was walking, more like dragging his feet, ready to fall over at any moment. I'm guessing he was drunk.

i looked back at Daryl, my eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"i gotta go." he said, not looking at me.

"yeah me too." we both got up, and awkwardly started walking in a different direction, back to our houses.

i touched my lips, remembering the kiss. i barely knew the guy, yet we had kissed each other yesterday. it had been strange, yet amazing at the same time. it was our first kiss together, yet alone my first kiss ever. together? are we technically together? no, we're just friends. but... i was so confused. Daryl wasn't at school today, so i was also confused about that. why does he skip so much school?

"Ms. Yates, are you paying attention?" i turned back towards the front of the classroom.

"yes." i replied.