Hopeless

Chapter 9

Acheron woke up, looking at the clock. 8:23 am, it read. It was a Saturday, and Saturdays usually go by quick, but Acheron felt like today would be a long day.

Acheron put on some fresh clothes, and went downstairs. Nobody was awake except for him, so he went over to the living room, and sat down on the couch.

There were family pictures on the wall, and some wonderful paintings, too.

They were beautiful, and Acheron walked up to one of them. It was a painting of a colorful building in Paris, and the artist's name, in the corner, was Kyla Lance? "I didn't know she was an artist!" Acheron thought to himself.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" came a voice from behind. Acheron turned around, and saw Kyla standing a few feet away from him, looking at all of the paintings.

"A-are you a professional artist?" Acheron asked. "No," Kyla answered. "At least not yet. It's what I have always wanted to do. It's lucky to find out what you want to do with your life, early."

"Or who you want to spend it with." Acheron added on.

He couldn't stop staring at her, like she was an angel, that decided to come back to Earth to live another life. She noticed, looking back at him.

"I think I've found who I want to spend my life with." Kyla said, looking at him, smiling.

Acheron came forward, kissing Kyla, the world being just focused on her. He didn't care anymore, that he had a terrible childhood. What he knows, is that from now on, his life would be better.

He pulled away, heading towards the sofa to watch TV. She followed, sitting down next to him. "I don't know what to watch," Acheron said. "Freeform? SyFy?" He asked, going through the channels with the remote. "Uh, SyFy is good." Kyla replied.

They watched through a movie that was currently on, not even knowing the name until the end. By the end of the movie, they thought it was good. "That was better than I thought it was going to be!" Kyla said, surprised. "Yeah, it was." Acheron said.

He wasn't sure if he was ready, but he couldn't wait much longer. "We just met about a week ago! It's crazy! Just think about something else..." Acheron thought. But he couldn't. He just had to ask.

"Kyla, I'm not sure if I have to ask, but I still will." Acheron said, getting up from the sofa. Kyla got up, too, to hear what he wanted to say.

Acheron cleared his throat, taking her hand. "Kyla Lance, will you, gladly, be, my, girlfriend?" He asked. "Yes! Of course! Yes! Yes!" Kyla answered, smiling crazily. She hugged him tightly, thinking how wonderful of a person he was.

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A tall boy, with bright hazel eyes, and blonde hair, stood in the line of the airport. "If only he knew..." the boy thought, looking down at his airplane ticket to Chicago.           

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They headed into the kitchen, Kyla getting the plates out, and Acheron sitting down at the table. "No, blink-182 is soooo much better." protested Kyla. "No! As much as I love them, My Chemical Romance will always be the best." Acheron said.

They had been arguing over bands on their way to the kitchen, and the argument was still going on.

"Well, at least blink-182 still exists!" Kyla said, giggling.

She gave Acheron his plate, with two pieces of toast on it.

Acheron's face immediately turned red. "YOU DID NOT JUST- UGGHHHH!!!" Acheron yelled, the both of them bursting into laughter. "I don't care if they won't ever come out with another album, they will always be the best!!!" Acheron said.

Kyla sat down next to him, with her plate, two pieces of toast also on it.

Acheron was still trying to calm down after the statement she made. He took a bite into his toast, remembering when Jake and him used to go to the city's famous bakery, "Floriole Cafe & Bakery" and eat toast after school.

His smile immediately turned into a solemn frown. Kyla noticed almost immediately, taking his hand. "Hey, Acheron, what's wrong?" Kyla asked, making him snap out of the memory that was now considered sad. "Oh, uh, nothing." He said, looking back down at his piece of toast and taking another bite into it.

"Acheron, please! Tell me what's wrong!" Kyla said, her caring eyes looking into his. "I, uh, had this friend, years ago, he was my only friend I had, and he died in a plane crash on his way back from a vacation in Paris. We used to eat toast after school at a bakery. And, I noticed I haven't eaten toast since he was still alive." Acheron started to cry, saying it.

Kyla pulled him into a hug, also starting to get tears in her eyes. "I also need to tell you something." She said, wiping her eyes.

She pulled out of the hug, taking a deep breath. "Last month," Kyla said, multiple tears rolling down her cheeks. "My father was murdered in St. Louis, Missouri, on one of the main streets. Once me and my mother heard what had happened, we wanted to move right away. Get away from there. And, so we did. We decided Chicago was the best place for us. However, I got something fortunate out out of the unfortunate. I got you, Acheron. I wouldn't have met you if I hadn't moved. And that, would have been just as bad, as losing my father." After the emotional moment, they sat together, right there, and talked for hours, about their lives, favorite things, and more.

Acheron, for once, did not feel hopeless.

A/n: I'm back!!! What has it been, almost a month since I updated? Wow, I really haven't noticed. I am also sorry for the VERY cheesy romance in this chapter, lol. What did you think of this chapter? Who is the new "mysterious man"? And, do you think that Kyla and Acheron's relationship will last? All questions will be answered in the next few chapters! Vote if you enjoyed!