All odd numbers are Raven's pov, all even numbers are Leon's. (like this one, it's #3, so it's Raven's pov!!) It's got SOME Italian in it, but the definitions are in ()s SPECIAL THANKS TO.... *drumroll* @SyStEmOfAdOwN2fan for giving me the motivation that I so desperately needed!!!! and for the idea for part 3 of whatever they decide to name it.. you're welcome my ungrateful brats </3 I NEED IDEAS Story: urUSELESSmha_FAN Characters (names, ideas, etc.): urUSELESSmha_FAN Leon's last name was from Google tho (I srry, I got lazy, and again, LIVING OFF OF ONLY MONSTER ENERGY DRINKS-) @SyStEmOfAdOwN2fan PICK A FREAKING NAME OF THIS SO I WONT HAVE TO CALL IT "MAH LONG AHH 'SHORT' STORY"!!!!!!!!! (pls..)
(At the gala, thx for the timeskip idea, again..) "Nope," I tell Leon, whose arm is currently looped with mine. "Raven... we've been over this. Yes, you are. Please... even if it's only an hour..." He says. Wow, he said "please..." that's new... "No. I don't wanna." I tell him, unhooking my arm from his and crossing it with my other one. "AND, ya can't make me," I tell him, a smirk barely visible upon my lips. I know I probably sound like a toddler but I don't really care, as long as we can keep up our little game of ours we play... He sighs and I can't tell if it's because he knows I can get him fired or not. "Fine," He says and for a moment I think he gave in, until he asks, "How about we stay for forty minutes, and then go to a club?" I still have to walk through the doors in front of us, but I still get what I want. "Deal," I tell him, taking his arm once more and we walk in. The first ten minutes are okay... until some rich kid comes up to us. I already know him, Greg Wilburnt. Age is twenty-three, but he never acts like it. On a scale of one to ten, he's a ten for enemy, and a one to take down. Though, if it was anybody other than me, it would probably be ten. His family and mine have a deep rivalry that goes back for decades. "Why, hello there, Raven and... Pet..?" He asks, looking at Leon in disgust. "'And what do YOU want, Greg?" I spat back at him, my anger growing rapidly. "Whoa, calm down, gorgeous. I just wanted to know if you are free tonight." He says in an obviously fake sweet tone. "Well, that sucks for you, because I'm not." I replied coldly. "And what will you be doing tonight?" "None of your business." "Yes it is." "It really isn't though." "GREG!!!" A voice calls from behind us. "Uh oh, looks like someone's mamma wants her little figlio perfetto (perfect son) back. So go and run back to your mamma, Greg." I watch his face turn red in anger with a sort of sick satisfaction. Though, I have always felt that sick satisfaction. It was almost comforting. I watch him walk away. "Raven..." Leon says, a bit breathless. "Hmm?" I turn around and see a slight blush on his cheeks, making me blush. "I... uhm..." He never managed to get the words out before our lips met. CLIFFHANGER FOR YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!
