Fallen~ A Novel in Progress

[kadoodlebird]

Readers~ mildly mature content. If you are younger then 14, I would advise caution.

Tess/CS Board~ If this is too heavy or inappropiate or anything, I will of course remove it. Please just let me know, and I can remove/edit. I want to save this before you delete it, so if you could let me know/give me a warning, that would be wonderful!

Chapter One

I clicked the "New Post" button and began typing up a new blog entry, aware of the muted sounds of my parents arguing downstairs. I drummed my fingers on the keyboard, wondering what I should write about. I already had more then thirty followers, and this was only my first blogging month. I had briefly wondered why they wanted to read my crap, but I didn't really care. I mean, whatever. It's kind of like when you wonder why people buy a certain brand even though there's a cheaper one right beside it. Whatever floats their boat, I guess. I stared at the keyboard, hoping inspiration would strike me. After a few moments of thoughtful silence, I stood up and stretched. Maybe I wouldn't write an entry tonight. Instead I clicked "Publish" and exited out of the tab. I went up to the address bar I typed in facebook.com. It took a mere second to load. I love modern technology. I logged in and scanned my notifications. My heart skipped a beat. Nick had commented on my Wall! I smiled to myself and went to my profile, scanning eagerly for his post. When I read it, I felt a swoop in my stomach. Meet me outside A la Bistro, 6:30 tonight. I rested my hand on my chin. What was that all about? As far as I knew, he didn't have any romantic attraction to me. But you never know.... I bit my upper lip. Technically I was supposed to be grounded. But what my parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right? Ever since that incident in 9th grade, my parents had been way overprotective over me. Like, seriously! I wasn't a baby anymore- I could take care of myself. I'll just tell them I'm working on a school project. They can't restrict me from "schoolwork," I thought.

Well, clearly I was wrong. My mom set her hands on her hips, her eyes squinted. My dad pursed his lips. "How do we know you're going to work on a project with Lissa? How do we know you're not going to just mess around, or go somewhere else?" I gave them a practiced eye-roll. "Uh, you don't. But I was kind of hoping that maybe my parents would trust me enough to let me go to a friend's house to work on a freaking project." That's right. Play on their guilt. Maybe that would soften them. "Don't you dare say we don't trust you," my mom snarled. "You lost all of our trust last year." I grimanced. So much for 'softening them up.' If anything, that seemed to remind them about my little possesion back in 9th grade. I shrugged as if I didn't care. "Fine," I said coolly. "Let me fail school." I turned away, smirking to myself. That always seemed to work on them. There was a heavy pause. "Fine. Go. But I'm calling Lissa's house every hour to make sure you really are working," my mom said. I turned away, not even bothering to thank them. I know they expected me to jump around like some puppy, but that was the last thing on my mind. I went back to my room and perched on my desk chair. I quickly re-logged into facebook and clicked, "Compose New Message."

To? Lissa. Subject? Parents will be calling- be prepared. I clicked the body and hastily typed, "heyy girly! my overprotective parents are going 2 be calling to make sure im working on a 'project.' actually im going to meet nick at the bistro over on 134th. can you tell them we're working? thx, love ya!"

I logged out and strode to the garage, where I jammed the key into my beat-up Honda. I drove to Lissa's house and clumsily parked my car. I stuffed the keys into my tight jean pocket. I knocked loudly on her door. Within seconds her face, somewhat anxious looking, appeared. She opened the door and looked at me. "Abigail I don't think this is a good idea. You don't know what Nick's up to- it might be anything. Especially something bad." She looked at me meaningfully. I rolled my eyes, the second time in less then 10 minutes. "Ommigod, I'll be fine. It's not like he's going to try and rape me or something," I said. Her face still didn't lose it's concerned expression. I sighed in exasperation. Lissa was such a worrier! "If you're really that worried, just call me later or something. Oh, and did you get my message about my parents?" She nodded, her expression deepening. "I don't think it's right to lie to them," she said awkwardly. I put my hands on my hips and arched an eyebrow. "So you're going to bail?" She stood there in her doorway, her auburn hair spilling down her shoulders. "Of course not," she murmured. I grinned. "Thanks! See ya later!" She waved back, still looking un-convinced. As a back my car away from her house, I glanced back at Lissa again. Sometimes she was so annoying- almost as overprotective as my parents. Honestly, I'm not that stupid. I learn from my mistakes, and, well, 9th grade was a lesson learned. It began to drizzle lightly, improving my mood by 99.9% I loved rain, and my greatest fantasy was kissing someone in the rain. And if this did happen to be a date... it suddenly struck me that I probably should have put on fancier clothes, or at least nicer pants. I glanced down at my jeans, which had been through a lot. It was really starting to show. I made a mental note to go to Marshall's and buy me some new jeans.

I arrived at A la Bistro with five minutes to spare. I stepped out of the car, keeping my head down to avoid the splashes of rain. The warmth and dim lighting of the resturant was welcome, and within seconds I spotted Nick, lurking in a corner. A smile lit his face when he saw me, with predictable heart clenching results. I strolled over to him, feeling really self-conscious in my ripped jeans. "Hey," he said, his dark eyes searching my face. "Hi." I wished I had said something more interesting then just 'hi,' but my brain was sort of on an auto-pilot mode. Before I knew it he had slipped his arm around my waist. It didn't occur to me to be surprised- instead we drifted further into the resturant, coming up to a booth. The smiling waitress gestured to the seat and handed us fancy menu's. I glanced down at it and frowned. The cheapest thing on this menu was $10.54. I vaguely wondered if Nick expected me to pay for myself. Of course, it all depended on whether or not this was actually a date. I quickly decided on lasagna with a sweet tea, and sat there awkwardly as Nick's eyes pored over the menu. I studied him carefully for the first time since I came to the resturant. He had grown his hair longer, and it fell in a wave over his eyes. He was wearing a black hoody and some casual jeans. At first I felt relieved to not be too casual, but then I realized that this didn't mean anything. I mean, this was Nick we're talking about. The smiling waitress came back, and I noticed her looking at Nick with interest. I felt a twinge of annoyance. Rule #34 for Waitress'- Don't flirt with your customers.

I cleared my throat loudly, and the waitress' attention snapped back to me. "Hi," I said in a snappy sort of voice. "I would like lasagna, but make sure that's organic cheese. And also, I need freshly peeled mint on it. And make sure it doesn't have any onions. They give me a severe allergic reaction. And I would like a sweet tea." I looked away from her, so she couldn't see the smile that crossed my lips. Nick smiled, but quickly smoothed his expression. The waitress looked slightly flustered. "I'm sorry, but could you repeat that?" Before I could open my mouth and say something rude that I would probably regret later, Nick came to my rescue. "She wants a lasagna with organic cheese, freshly peeled mint, and no onions." He paused as the young women wrote frantically on her little pad. "And I'm getting a grilled salmon, with a side of lemon rice." I looked at my menu again. They served lemon rice here? What the heck? Who's even heard of lemon rice?! The waitress raptly took his order. "Do you want anything to drink with that?" Nick brushed his overlong hair aside. "An iced lemon water." She nodded. "That'll be out in a second," she said breathlessly. Nick glanced away, making sure she knew he wasn't interested. But this waitress was an oblivious one- she beamed at him and whisked away. I sighed loudly, looking at the little card they put on that paper holder thing on the table to keep myself busy.

NOVEL IN PROGRESS! Please feel free to leave comments, questions, concerns. Thank you for reading! :-)

[Dexter's Gal]

This is great! I was flitting round CS in a bored state, and came across your novel. Not much yet, but it is very good! Keep going!

[Whiteclan]

More

[strawberrysighed]

Really GOOD.

[aleisa2]

(( I really liked tis story please keep going, I want to read more...))

[CaveyCave]

Awesome, i love it XD

[Luna~tic]

Love it so far.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

Awesome. c:

[Pumpkinheart]

AAAAAAA PLEASE ADDDDD