Apart from the chapters and writing, the characters who mak up Sunday are
Demi
Parish
Lake
Weatherly
Lemar
Edaline
Lloyd
Parker
Carly
Cole
Beth
Jimmy
Libby
Neuton
Shelly

There's quite a few, but you'll learn about them soon enough !


Comments are WELCOME of course!(;
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'Fake is the new trend. It seems like everyone is in style.'
It was just a quote to me. Just another saying that's true about people. Just something I found interesting. It's just that when you find the person, after digging up dirt, you find the real them, what will attract you more? Fake or real? It's not always cool to be real. We may say things like that, but what everyone is, is just another fake kid. It wasn't until I realized how sincere and thoughtful the first person to think of this was. Why would anyone want to learn that everyone you know is a lie?

"Is this thing Mechtronical?"
Weatherly found my cell phone and pressed on the buttons continuesly. I loved it when she said 'wrong words', they're cute little or big words that children tend to say before they are actualy taught how to say it.
"It is, Weatherly."
I looked down at her, sitting on the floor, little legs spread as far as her little muscles could go. I remember this postion. My sister, Lake, always used to do that when she'd babysit me. Only, she was older and I was younger. I guess it's just a mother daughter trait.

As far as being at home alone could happen, a tall slender looking person stepped foot up the stairs. Scrish. Scrash. Scrish. Scrash. And very slowly, "Demi."
He stood at my door, with it covering half of his body. Parish is- No, he's not even adopted. My father found him in a box taking a walk to the Coffee Stop down the street. It was strange, this young boy hiding in an old UPS box being delivered to someone named Howard. He just stays here for a house and place to sleep. He's got other places to go. And honestly, we could be dating. I just don't have the courage to say anything to Parish. He's too intimidating...
"Demi."
I fiddled with Weatherly, gently pulling my cell phone out of her hands.
"Pari?"
I always call him that, 'Pari'. We have so many jokes, just between us. The name Parish sounds french to me, so sometimes we talk in frech accents.
"No. Stop it."
His eyes were intense... I guess you could say I get lost in them.
"What is it...?"
I stood slowly, and moved backwards, landing on my bed.
"I have buisness I need to finish downtown."
He moved his eyes around, tilting his perfect head downwards.
"You need to be here alone until I come back. Your mom won't be home until tommorow morning."
I stared, dazzled over his seriosuness.
"Oh...Do you think you could tell me...what kind of buisness?"
He looked me in the eyes, exactly, so I must have looked surprised.
"Demi, you know better than to make me feel guilty."
Guilty...I think I just word raped him.
"Oh, no, no, it's okay. I don't have to know Parish."
He smiled a smile I only rarely get from him. The sides of his lips curl, and the front stay completely intact.
"Good."
He came over slowly to Weatherly, and took her little hands.
"Weatherly, darling."
She giggled and looked at him like he was about to give her a lollipop, her wide eyes glistening.
"I'm going to work right now, but I'll be back late tonight, alright?"
She smiled and gave him a sweet reply of,
"Oh, alright! Pereesh, I yuv you."
He gave her a hug, and stood up. As he did, I caught a glimpse of his golden eyes.
"Demi..."
I was a little startled. I didn't expect him to keep talking, but just leave.
"What?"
He smiled an innocnet expression that I loved, one that he always gave to Weatherly.
"I'll see you tonight."
As he walked to the door of my room, he stopped so sternly, his shagged dark hair flung in front of his face and practically stuck there.
"I'll tell you...When I come back."
With that, he shut the door and left.

"Demi!"
Weatherly ran down the stairs and latched on to my leg.
"Demi! When is mommy coming to get me?"
I smiled, and bent over a little, ruffling her hair.
"She'll be here any minute Weath."
She opened her mouth wide and yelled,
"Okay!"
With that, she ran off to the TV room. I heard a click of the TV buttons, and Barney started to sing. I dropped my head behind my shoulders and moaned. I didn't like Barney. No one's ever that happy. Not even a big purple dinosaur.

I sat up, after hearing Knock Kncok Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock.
"Weathy!"
I called for her and she screamed,
"Yeah?"
"Your momma's here!"
I heard her feet stomp and the buttons again. She ran upstairs and came back down with her Barbie bag. I opened the door, and Lake smiled and put her hand up.
"Hey there."
I tried to smile. But I couldn't I didn't even look at her, I just squated and hugged Weatherly goodbye. I was always close to my sister. She just disgusts me, that's all. Getting pregnant at a very young age, and dumping the child with a younger sister is sick. Everything about that is. Lake looked at me, her teal eyes glistend back at my teal's.
"Thank you, Demi. I'll give you the money next time I see you."
She leaned in and kissed my head. And I closed the door when Lake buckled Weatherly into her booster seat down the driveway in her silver mersades.

In the kitchen I poured water in a teapot. Heat, medium. I walked over to the stairwell. I stood there for a few minutes. I was bored. I wished that Parish would come home soon. I started to climb the stairs, and I moved my body forcefully to his room. I opened the door, and took a step in. There were a lot of strange books on a table by the window. His laptop was half open on his pillow. The bed wasn't made. I could smell his odors. They were sweet scents, almost like a baking smell. Not a normal man smell like sweat and dirty clothes. I sat on his bed. I couldn't help but look around. In the same places over and over again. I felt like I was walking on air in this room. If only Parish knew how I felt. I stood up and leaned over, walked to the large table. His large bedroom. Those large books. The dank, yet good smelling aura of this room. I felt safe enough I could depart in there.

I lifted up one of the books. It had a green and brown leather design. It was buckled shut, and had a padlock on it. I couldn't open it. I guess what's his is for his eyes only. His gorgeous, golden eyes...
"Looks like you made yourself comfortable."
I gripped the book, leaving my thumb indents in the soft leather. A voice so gentle and yet so longing. So lovely and deep. The door shut and snapped closed. I turned my head, my entire body to face him. His shirt was tucked lightly with black pants pulled up. His thumb slipped out of the rings around the pant's waist. His legs started to move slowly toward me. I didn't move. I couldn't. It felt like my legs were cemented in place. Now he was in front of me. Where he was only an inch away from his body leaning into mine.

His hair drafted from the top of his head to his face. It fell in a strip on the side.
"Did you find something...?"
The book was still in my hands, thumb dents and all. When he pulled the book from my grasp, I had no force to grab on to it. He just slipped it of my reach, and tossed it on his bed from behind.
"You're in a bad situation. I said clearly to you, to never come in here unless I invite you."
One hand was stuck in his messy tut of hair.
"Do you feel guilty."
It was more of a statement than a question. Yes, I feel guilty...

I could feel my body heating up, my insides turning into rubbery goop. The pressure in my head was unbarable. My feet were sweating. I didn't know what happned after I said "Yes, I feel guilty." I think I passed out, really. An odor was obsorbing the covers I was under. The pillow smelled like shampoo. I've never had this smell on my pillow before. Unless...

I jolted up, my legs still limp, laying under the sheets of his bed. My elbows quickly numbed and burned, leaving me no choice but to flop back down onto Parish's bed. So many things whipping my head at once. So many questions. So many- Now there's a hand on my back. My back is... No. I'm not naked. It felt larger than my mother's. It felt good. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Hair stroke. Hair stroke. Hair stroke.

My eyes were still heavy, and my bangs hung down in front of my eyes. The bed churned, the body of the one I love lay next to mine. I don't understand what's going on. I feel guilty. Parish, I feel guilty. Breathing, Beathe. Hold. Breathing, Breathe. Hold. Breathe. I could feel the tension in his hands, I knew there was tension built up behind his serious eyes. I knew they traced my outline. By now, I was scared. I wanted my mom. I wanted her to come home right now. I wanted to sit up, and leave this room. I wanted to run away with Weatherly. And I'd come back for Parish. For this moment one more time.

His voice sank in my mind. His twinds of hair suddenly touched my face, and his breathe had no scent. No scent...
"Demi..."
I don't want to look at you right now. Parish, you're scaring me.
"Are you frightened." There it is again. He made another statement. Yes, I am frightened. You have scared me.
"I'm sorry..."
Sorry. I hate that word Parish, and you're the one who knows why.
"I didn't mean to do that to you. Last night. Make you pass out and all...But you know you can't come in here without me. You shouldn't. I thought you knew better."
His voice had a hold of anger. A light whisp of sadness to it. No one could tell, but me.
"Demi, will you ever forgive me."
I groaned as quietly as I could, but he still heard me,
"I ask you this..."

I took my sleeping arm, and placed my hand against his soft cheek. For awhile there was silence. This was the first time we've had contact so close. So loving. I've always waited for this. I've always wanted to know how Parish knew how I was feeling. He knew things that shocked me. Parish, do you know that I'm in love with you. Yes Parish, I've made your statement.

His movement told me he was getting up.
"Demi."
Yes, Parish...?
"I love you."
I threw my body so it was straight. What stood before my very eyes, was not Parish. This thing. It wasn't him. But then he moves this hair. This face. His golden eyes. I have wronged you again, Parish. What have you done to yourself? What is wrong with you. You are hurt. You are bleeding. Your legs. There is blood on the sheets.
"Parish... You... What...?"
His face lifted, his chin rose to align with mine. He stood on the wooden floor, the bloody wooden floor. A foot from me, this arm with a hand extended to my own.
"Will you come with me?"
His voice, today, seemed more raspy then usual. I sat up, and my feet slowly were placed in the puddle. This beast before my own body was beautiful. His hands, pasted with bands of skin like elastic and feathers, took mine, and he lifted me into his grasp.

I've never been in an airplane before. So being in Parish's arms, his feathered arms wrapped around my body. It was scary at first, mostly when he bursted through his window and wood panels and glass shards shot out everwhere. More blood flung from Parish's arms, and I knew right then, this wasn't going to be a 'fun filed trip.' As he flew higher and higher, I felt us slowing down. Almsot floating. I was worried that when I would look down, there would be thorn bushes, and Parish would drop me into them. But do you know what I saw? I saw something so magnificent, so strange.

This is what Parish has better to do. He can come here when he's bored. He comes here to do what, though?
"This is my buisness, Demi."
I look back at him, I'm still in his arms.
"What? Buisness? I don't get it."
The land below us was magical. There was no one else here. But a few cottages.
"Did you teleport us here?"
He smiled, and floated down toward the ground.
"No, I think it was just that you were so overwhelmed, you couldn't tell what time it was."
He laughed lightly, but I didn't think that this was very funny.
"I want to live live here again someday. This place is where I come from. But, do you remember my box?"
I started to feel sick. Remembering this boy walking through the door, holding my father's hand. His face was coated from tears and sweat and rain. A single flow of blood came from his eyebrow, and over his bruised lip. His eyes were swollen, and his arms were lashed and scarred. Those stained ripped clothes... A UPS box in dad's hands...

"Demi?"
I shuddered and turned my face to his.
"So you do remember."
I nodded gently, and he took my hand and held it to his chest.
"Don't worry. You've got nothing to worry about. That is, as long as I protect you."
He looked up into the cloudy sky, and the sun was breaking though.
"What are you talking about?"
He let go of me, and I backed up so we were face to face.
"Parish, what's going on? Is there something bad happening right now?"

He looked down at the grass, weeds and dandelions were waving in the crystal air. His cheek was marked, with grease and sludge. I looked down at my hand, and the grease was on my palm.
"There is a war."
I didn't know what he meant by war. There was no war going on between any of our countries right now. There shouldn't be.
"Technically, we're not in America anymore, Demetria."
I didn't like being called my full name. Only when there was trouble, and I was involved, was when people called me Demetria.
"What do you mean, we're not in America anymore? We're in another country? Continent?"
He shook his head and crossed his arms. His head slumped back onto his shoulders and relaxed.
"I mean, we're in another world."

I realized that when you're with someone you're madly in love with, you really can't think of anything at all. The only things you pay attention to are his smiles and his glittering eyes. Just imagining him is good enough. But to be here in front of him, him holding me whenever he feels like it. It's all to good to be true. And it really is, becuase what good is that when he's flown you over here, with massive bloody birdie wings by the way, and lands you down in a beautiful little filed and basically says "Sorry Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore." Except it's not Dorothy it's Demi. And the little dog ToTo would probably be Weatherly.

"Demi."
I dragged my eyes away from a distant tree house in a willow tree.
"What do you mean another world?"
Except I couldn't help it; I just couldn't take my eyes of that tree house.
"There are different dimensions you, see..."
Wait. There's a cross next to it I think.
"...And I just happen to be born in this world..."
Does Parish know that tree house over there?
"...But my parents couldn't take care of me, so they dropped me off by the sewer they traveled out of and left me in a packing box.
"Demi?"
I can't help it. Now my legs are moving towards the tree. And now they're running... "Demi!" I can't stop running, I've just got to know what's so strange about that tree house!

"Demi..."
I've reached it and Parish won't let go of my shirt collar.
"Please... Don't come near this..."
I turned around and Parish's face looked dreary and scared. He's staring at the cross. It says, 'In memory of the most gifted child around, Lemar'.
"There's no last name."
I sputtered under my breathe, huffing for air.
"Huh?"
Parish let go of my shirt and stood beside me now reading the cross.
"Oh."
I look over and a smile curls around his lips.
"Lemar. She..."
He started to laugh, but I yanked on his shirt and he stopped.
"Well, you see, Demi... Lemar was sort of my girlfriend."
A big blow of wind hit my back so hard I fell into the cross and knocked it over. The wind stopped and the roots holding the cross snapped like rubber bands.
"Dammit..."
I spun my head around and parish was looking the oppositte direction. I stood up with him and stared off. Nothing.
"What...is it?"
He didn't move.
"Lemar. She's not dead...?"

He sounded like he knew all along but also surprised as though he would have never known.
"AHHHHH!!"
I fell down again and looked over my shoulder and this gorgeous young woman with red-pinkish hair drew a curtain from the tree house.
"My cross!"
She jumped down and yanked off the ground, snapping roots.
"What have you done?"
She looked me square in the face and her expression changed dramatically from anger to astonishment.
"It's YOU!"
Just then Parish laid his hand on her shoulder and shoved her away.
"Parish! My love! This wench! For her? Not me? UH! How could you?"
"Shut up."
She mellowed out and had no expression.
"Are you Lemar?"
I looked at her and I was still amazed by how beautiful she was. How could Parish leave her at all? She laughed bitterly and flung her hair back. Aha, that's why. She's a *****.
"Yes I am you trashy little human."
Human? Then what the hell does that make her? An anti-homophobe?
"And I,"
She turned her attention over to Parish and flung her arms around his neck.
"Have been waiting and waiting for you lover."
He pinched her hands off and stepped back, looking at her as though she weren't Lemar at all. Umm... Was she?
"Oh, baby. Why do you push me away? Becuase of this insulent little cry baby?"
I was amazed how she went from nice, to *****, to slut, to armegdon heap. I was one tenth of a centimeter away from smacking the chap off her lips.

"Oh, Edaline."
Parish sighed, and I gaped, looking over at Parish.
"How awful of you to fake you're own sisters death."
He laughed bitterly. Lemar/Edaline looked marveously surprised.
"Parish, there is not trace of me...I mean Edaline anywhere."
Her face was serious now.
"Shut up, Edaline."
I scoffed under my breathe, my smile growing bigger and bigger as I could feel my cheeks curving.
"Don't make me smack you!"
A larger gust of wind smacked me on my bottom and parish flung to my side.
"Ugh, the nerve of you, Parish."

He helped me up and brushed me down. I could feel my face exposing of my well known pink cheeks. He smiled tauntly at me. If this... Edaline or Lemar wasn't here, I'd probably have to grab hold of Parish and make out with him. There was no telling whether or not he felt the same, though.
"Edaline, I know it's you. There's no use in morphing. I know Lemar's scent far too well."
The frilly Edaline or Lemar smiled and ruffled her hair, every touch exposing it of silver and black curly hair. I stared in awe, her curls and gorgeous face were so stunning. Her beautyosity was an exact match for the replica of her sister, though.

"Oh, my dear."
Edaline took my hand and kissed my middle fingers knuckle. She flashed her teeth and pretty face at me.
"I am sorry to startle or abrupt you!"
Who was this perosn? Who does she think she is? Oh my lord...
"I'm so sorry for what I said."
She looked over at Parish, raising her eyebrows. Obviously wanting him to tell me why she was like that. I had a sixth sense, god only knows why I am so terribly gifted.
"Edaline is bi-polar."
He frowned and shrugged.

Edaline flashed me her pearly white again, posing her body in an innocent baby form, hands twined behind her back, chest facing outward. It was rather annoying, I'll have to admit.
"My sister!"
She exclaimed so suddenly I leaned back so far I almost fell again. Parish rested his hand on my waist and whispered in my ear,
"Clutz."
I smiled, getting red hot blush all over my face again.

From the corner of my eye I could see Edaline's expression chane drastically.
"But, Parish..."
Her voice was high picthed now, and Parish raised his head from my locks of hair and stared her down.
"What about Lemar?"
She had a whimpering tone in her voice, strutting the same kind of snobbosity with it.
"I've moved on, Eddie."
She frowned, now angry and not depressed.
"Well if you think it's so easy for you to totally switch to this toilet seat cover, why don't you come speak with her yourself?!"
I felt utterly ashamed. Parish drew his hands over my ears, and all I could hear was loud muffling sounds. Beautiful of course, coming from his wonderful lips. Moving drastically and widely, his eyes began to narrow slowly. I watched as Edaline's expression faded again.

The muffling stopped, and parish brushed his long slender hands down the sides of my hair to my shoulders. I shaked almost, not used to his attention really. He seemed to notice, loosening his grip and silence continued. Edaline turned her back and trotted away toward a very large three-story cottage.
"She'll be back..."
He muttered under his breathe. He seemed almost disgusted by her behavior. I would be too, but I was so curious about what he was yelling at her.

I stepped away, able to face Parish now. He looked at me as well, looking entriuging. He wanted to know what was bothering me. Curse my sixth sense... Shut up, Brain!
"Parish..."
He drifted towards me, and grasped my hands, little shocks zigned through my finger tips as his hands twined with mine.
"Hmm?"
I was looking at the grass, swirling my foot in circles. Our hands lifted my chin up, as he wouldn't let go of my fingers.
"Why did Edaline disguise herself as Lemar?"
He sighed, seeming anxious enough as I was.

"I have a feeling she's a little obsessed with me,"
He smiled again, his lips grooving in all perfect ways.
"She's always been a little up tight when it came to us. Together...as a couple."
He seemed to have to force the words out of himself. He obviously was a little embarressed to tell me.
"So she's too shy to face you right now?"
"No,"
I looked at him, more stunned but more curious all at the same time.
"She's mentally ill."

The wind gathered my thoughts and poured them into place as it settled my hair back where it was.
"Um, Parish."
I wasn't as curious to know why Lemar had brain problems or whether that's what Parish meant at the moment. I was too frusterated with Parish and his bird feathers. Still clinging to some of his pants and shirt.
"Oh."
He noticed right away. And as if by magic, they sucked back into place, covered now by his flawless skin. I stared in amazement but shook my head from loss of concentration.

"Why are you like this? I mean..."
He started walking off with me and my hands were still lapsed in his.
"Parish, wait! I just have to ask you this..."
He stopped, and faced me, his eyes glazed and forbbiden, not to be mourned over. I think I had harmed him by about what I was going to say.
"I just wanted to know why..."
I lost his gaze again, and tugged on his chin, pulling him to face me now.
"How come you wouldn't tell me sooner?"
He didn't wince or flinch. I hadn't asked him yet.

"How is it possible, to be different in such ways."
That made him flinch, his eyes shook and glistened.
"It's a deadly secret..." He whispered, and tugged me along again, the oppostite direction from Edaline, the treehouse, the cottage village. I had no idea where he intended on taking me, but maybe it was a good place.

Has it been strange enough for him to lead me into a really dark and creepy forest, or not because he is trying to answer me alone...? I can't think straight anymore. Being lifted up and flown across to another alternate universe really screws with your head. I fell down several times on the way to where parish was dragging me to, yes, literally dragging me. He held my hand very tightly. He was intense, that's for sure.

I lifted my head from looking down at the dirt and grass. It smelled so good in the forest. As we got further into it, sun beams were shining through the tree tops.
"Demi,"
He turned around and stopped immediately, casuing me to slam into his chest. He held me there for a minute, his long arms wound around my waist. It could have been hours before he finally spoke.

I could feel his breathe sweet and gentle on the top of my head.
"I know you're thinking I'm insane and that the people you've heard about so far may seem a little ab-normal, but I need you to know that I'm not trying to hide anything from you..."
His voice softened and got quieter. He turned me around in his grasp and sat me down on a stump. I didn't know it was there, so I sort of panicked as he set me down.
"What's wrong?"
His voice was like candy. You could eat it, it sounded so good.

I looked up into his eyes. They looked as though someone poured glasses of apple cider around his pupils. They glittered and shined, he looked so mesmorizing right now. It took me a minute to gather up my thoughts and answer him.
"I don't think you're insane,"
He looked at me cautiously.
"And I don't think that Edaline or Lemar are ab-normal or anything."
I put my hand on his cheek and traced his jaw with my fingers.
"I just think you might be having a hard time trying to find the right words to say to me."

He was looking into my eyes even more intense now, the pressure built up behind them couldn't go unnoticed.
"I like your sixth sense,"
He grinned.
"Then I don't have to explain so much to you, because I already know that you can read me like a book."
His laughter tickled my face and I couldn't help but smile too. He touched my hands and drew them up to my face. He looked at me for what seemed like forever, and he leaned into my face slowly...

"Whadda feck?"
Parish's lips brushed against mine, missing the kiss half way. His head whipped to the side so fast his hair stuck in place. I turned my head to face who had spoken. A tall slender male stood against a pine tree, amazement filling every corner of his face.
"Who..."
He urged his eager self forward, but stopped every few inches.
"Parish, mang. Haw long hes it bean? End why is thes lil' gal all tangle up in yo ahms...?"
He sounded drunk. And slightly high. From ten feet away I could smell the weed and alcohol spewing off his clothes.

Parish made a scoffing sound and released me from his arms. I was dissapointed. I was really looking forward to this moment... Ugh, later I guess.
"Oh, Lloyd."
He sounded bothered, but I knew he had seen him this way before.
"Yaaaah maaan."
Lloyd looked like a very querky new age hippie. I could see him holding a sign, 'Make love not war, hit the bed not the floor.' Hah, he'd make war with the girl's parents in that case.

Parish made another nasal sound, and walked over to Lloyd, helping him walk. It took awhile for Lloyd to adjust being partially handicapped. Although I had the feeling this wasn't his first 'run'.
"Demi, um, this is, ah...Lloyd."
Parish seemed embarassed by Lloyd's drunken behavior. He stuck his hand in front of my face, so I shook it lightly and let go right away. His arm flung to his side and he burped, it was the most vile smell ever. Like vodka and some weird other smell unknown. It was so repulsive, I could have sworn I almost saw Parish pass out.
"Parish, she's a niiice looking gal..."
Lloyd's sentences had the attendency of trailing off and silence would follow.

"Here, Demi,"
He took my hand and held it for a while.
"Let's take Lloyd back to his place..."
He started walking us both out of the forest. Some branches whacked Lloyd in the face, and by the time we had left the trees, his face was scratched up and some blood was on his coat. God only knows where that came from...
"Parish," I looked up admiring his face.
"Where does um...Lloyd live...?"
I knew I sounded shocked. I was though. How could someone like 'Lloyd' have decent home?

Apparently this time I am right again. His home is a volkswagon, non the less. Little flowers are smashed and painted on the doors and headlights.
"God dammit, Lloyd. You told me months ago you moved."
Lloyd lifted his head, all groggy and drowzy as I could see.
"Feck you...Parish..."
I kind of laughed really, it took him awhile to remember Parish's name.
"Shut up, Lloyd."
Parish laughed lightly under his breathe and dragged Lloyd into the back of the bus.

It smelled awful. Just as I thought. Posters of girls in bikinis, ashtrays full of ash. The curtains and tacky velvet plastered walls smelled so bad of cocaine I thought I was going to have to gag myself.
"I never said that...Ummf..."
I looked over, seeing that Parish had dropped Lloyd onto a big fat tie-dye pillow.
Parish turnd his head slightly.
"Could you close the doors, Demi?"
He smiled and I nodded, completely unable to say no to him. I closed the doors and the van was suddenly dark, blocking out the sun completely.

A light click sound and three lights drilled into the roof of the car lit up.
"Oh dayum, babay..."
I sighed and I didn't look over this time. Lloyd was ruffling around in his spot, and I could hear Parish crawl over by my side.
"Sorry it smells so bad in here..."
He leaned closer to my face now and grinned. I looked him in the eyes and I could tell my face was heating up again. He placed his velevty hands on my face and looked at me what seemed like hours.

He slowly removed his hands and opened the back doors again. He hopped out, and extended his hand to me.
"What about Lloyd?"
I gestured toward the wheezy man in the back.
"I said it's damn night thirty in the room with the sun and the moon and the stars... Oh yeah! And then you take a left on block lane and then you'll see me standin' there all happay and smoking on me weed, baby..."
I had no idea what he just said, but I decided to drop the subject, grabbing Parish's hand and hopping out of the van.

Parish slammed the doors shut and laughed more loudly then I've ever heard him.
"What a screw up."
He grinned in my direction, and he still held my hand. I wouldn't mind him holding my hand until the sweat absorbed it and turned into goop.
"Demi?"
I smiled back at him, looking away from Lloyd's van. I hadn't even realized where his car was. It was just out in a meadow near the forest. All the weeds and vines from plants and grown into the wheels. Ick, it looked like a crack van even.

"Are you ok, Demi?"
I shook my head, not to say no, but just from all my relentless thinking.
"I'm fine, Parish."
He grinned again,
"Come with me," He said as he pulled me along to the other side of the field. Purple and red flowers were sprouted everywhere. The sky was orange and pink, and the sun was setting on the opposite side of the meadow.
"It's so beautiful here..." I finally said, breaking the silence.
Parish took my hand and held it to his hair. I lifted my other hand and placed it on the other side of his head. He grinned again. I could have sworn I almost saw him blush... He started to lean into my face again, taking his hands and placing them against my cheeks.

His face was completely against mine, his camdy-like lips touched mine. His head lifted from my face a little.
"Are you embarassed?"
He grinned, and I started to get goosebumps all over my body. I shrugged and I could feel my legs shaking.
He laughed quielty and stared into my eyes.
"You're nervous," He chuckled.
"Am not." I lied, feeling the tingles in my feet now.
"Yes," He leaned in again.
"You are." His lips pressed into mine, and I knew now that this is what it's like to be madly in love with someone.
I can't even describe how many times I've wanted this to happen, but I never thought it would be so... so... wonderful...
His lips parted and from then on I was lost in thought. I couldn't think of anyone or anything. I was trying to take my mind off his soft candy mouth, but nothing could pull me away from it.
He stopped, and just looked into my eyes again.
He wasn't smiling, but he looked some how happy.
I was too, obviously. I knew my eyes were looking into his like he was an angel.
He was, though. His wings and his gorgeousness were an absolute sign of it.

I had a feeling this would happen. And at the same time, I never expected it to happen like this. The love of my life kiddnapping me and taking me to an alternate dimension, where he knows everyone and some disorderd girl has the hots for him. I never in my wildest... Maybe wildest dreams, imagined him loving me with the radiance he claims. I haven't noticed anything from it, but how proctective he was at the tree house, and how he kissed me in the field...

The pillow under my cheek felt wet and I realized I had been crying. I didn't even know until I had smeared my other cheek against it. Cold and wet, and a lot of it I presumed. I lifted my head slowly, and it was dark. I turned my head to find a dampened light, but there was nothing.

"Mmm, Demi..." He sighed from next to me, and his hand draped around my waist. "Why were you crying?" He sighed again, and scooted closer, snuggling his head next to my arm. His sweet breathe reached my face, and I slumped next to him, placing my hand against his cold cheek.

"I was just thinking." I whispered, closing my eyes, being unable to see his face in the darkness.

I heard him sit up on his elbow. I could feel his intense stare, even if I couldn't really see it. "About what?" He asked, curious, but I found some sorrow burried in his angelic voice.

"You." I whispered back. It was silent for a moment, and then my body shifted. I wasn't moving myself, though. He was picking me up and cradling me in his arms.

"I love you," He said, not whispering like I was. "I love you so much... I've loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you," His breathing was unsteady, and he stuttered some words. He held me closer, but more gently. He was trying so hard not to break my bones.

"Parish," I whispered, shivering. It wasn't cold, I just never knew how long he'd had his love set out for me. "Then why..." I stuttered, not wanting to finish my sentence.

"What?" He asked lightly, nestling his head as close to my face as he could.

"You and Lemar... You were only a little boy when you came to stay with my family," I sighed, letting the words flow out of my system. "I just don't understand. Why would you love two people at the same time," I didn't want to ask him of anything, so I tried not to make it sound like a question.

I felt a rumble in his chest and he sputtered some laughter. "It was my families proclaim. I had to love her, it was by force," He stopped, and began to sway me in his arms. "I knew about my alternate world all my life, I just began traveling when I turned eleven. So when I got back, Lemar and her family waited for me. She grasped my hand and told me how much fun we'd have, getting married.

"I was only eleven, and I felt so pressured. I already had a crush on someone, you see," He chuckled, and stroked my hair. I pressed my face against his warm chest and waited for him to continue.

"I told her I hated her." I gasped and he laughed. I tried to see his expression, but forgot how dark it was. "I didn't like her. She was ugly and selfish. All she wanted was me. Her parents would bring us lunch, and she'd smack them away, throwing the food to the ground. She'd yell at them and say, 'He's mine, mine, mine! I feed him when he is hungry! You can't have him, I said he's mine!'" He imitated a little girls' whiny voice and breathed unsteadily.

"She was horrid, Demi. She would let me starve, I was too scared to tell her I was hungry. At the end of everyday I'd ask if I could call you or your parents. She'd throw a tantrum, and scream at me, accusing that I wanted to leave her. So I screamed back, telling her I hated her so much I wanted to rip her throat out," Parish spoke quickly, and curled his fists into balls against my back.

"She never spoke to me ever again. She nodded and shook her head. She didn't even write on a tablet, she was only silence. I was able to leave, then. And when I came home, to your world, your parents were overhwhelmed and cried when they saw me walking up the porch stairs. I was bruised from her hitting me, and they demanded to know who did it to me.

"I told them the truth, that Lemar, the overly obsessed child in the other world hit me because I wouldn't listen to her. They wouldn't let me out of their sight after I told them the whole story. I never went back to the alternative dimension until just three years ago," He sighed, and I almost heard him hiccup. "People told me she killed herself. That she was so full of sorrow and morose. I never loved her, Demi. I only pretended. I was never her boyfriend," I gasped, gripping his hand. His fingers interlaced with mine, and he breathed slowly.

"I'm sorry I lied, I had to find some way to make Edaline shut up..." I laughed, trying to hide it. But he felt me shake and laughed, too. "Pretty low, huh?" He scoffed and I shook my head. I felt his head nod against my hair, and he continued again.

"When I did come back, and people told me she had died, I felt relief wash over me. It was great. Knowing I could live in the alternate dimension... In peace." He said the last words with disgust and I shuddered.

"But, she wasn't dead," He whispered, and I leaned into him. My heart beats became unsteady. "She faked her death. It's all very confusing, I know. She abandoned her home, and got... Well, she got... surgery." He shuddered and I got goosebumps everywhere, even on my feet. "She wanted to be perfect for me, she wanted me and that's it. She would never give up. But she knew to give me space. She actually talked this time. And she was pleading and taunting all at the same time. She was confusing me, and I hated her even more. Even though I was only fourteen, she had enough heart to say she was deeply, madly, and truely in love with me.

"I told her she needed help. I told her she was sick and twisted. Yet, she still somehow managed to vow her love to me. She would not give in to anything that meant losing me. I wanted her to die," He slowly stopped, and his hands found my face in the black. "Demi, I hated her and I still do. I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world..." He trailed off and his breathe became closer, until he kissed me.

This was different then in the meadow. He was gentle, acting like he'd never kissed a girl before. Now, he was intense. His hands either curled around the back of my neck or around my waist. His lips were crisp and tasted like lollipops. Like a little kid, only much older and knew what to do. I would have never known this before, and he continued to kiss me with such force and... something I couldn't define, really. I knew he loved me. This kiss seemed like he'd never get this chance ever again. Like he was salvaging whatever time he had left with me...

His lips stopped pressing against mine, and a faded misty light shone through a large square on a wall. He sighed, and held his hands onto my shoulders. I put my hands on either side of his face, and leaned my forehead against his. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to badly to even attempt at kissing him back, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

"You're mother is home," He whispered, and started to roll out of the bed, leaving me kneeling there, my hands still acting as though I was cradling his face. "Demi," He was behind me now, kissing my shoulder, and winding his fingers with mine. "You need to get up, Demi." I struggled to find the strength in my legs, and finally loped off of his bed.

I gasped when he swung me into his arms, and carried me to my room. "I didn't even know we were here," I started to say louder now, but he hushed me, and kissed me gently on the lips. "She can't know, Demi. About any of this." He sounded stern, and I didn't want to dissapoint him, so I nodded.

He started to walk out of my room, when he turned his head and whispered, "Sleep well... I love you." He closed the door silently, and I flopped onto my bed. I was dreaming, I must've been. But maybe not, as I could still taste the sugar on my lips. I sighed, and grinned, knowing no one could see me laying here. Being a moron, smiling for no reason as my mom walked in and flicked the light on.

I jumped, literally, and fell on the floor. I heard louder thumping, and Parish was behind my mom in seconds. "Oh," He gave me a querky look, and my mother frowned in disapproval. "Oh, Demi, you knew it was me." She sighed, and stalked off. "Not even a goodnight kiss?" I called after her. I heard a door shut, and obviously my mom wasn't coming back.

Parish's fluttering appearence still stood in the doorway. "I can help you with that," He smiled. "Just one more time, though." He said and leaned over me, kissing me with the same amount of force he had in his bedroom. I nearly fainted, but this time I managed to kiss him back. He seemed surprised as he pulled away. "What was that?" His cheeks looked rosier and I blushed crazily.

"Umm," I stammered, but he laughed and held my chin in his fingers. "I'm just kidding," He kissed my forehead. "I love you, silly." He turned around and tried leaving again. He clicked the lights off as he left, and I was left in my room to sleep alone tonight. "Oh, no fair..." I sighed and smirked at myself, curling up under my sheets.

I felt my body drift, and I was flying. The fur surrounding my ears was irritating. I tried to rip it off, but I screamed, and I realized the fur was apart of my ear. I shook myself, but then I felt itching everywhere, like something was growing out of me. I looked down, and fur rippled out of body, coming from everywhere. I yelped when I noticed I was naked, but the fur acted as clothing.

Feathery black wings shunned from my back and I yelped in pain. The black fur on my body was representing the hair on my head. I felt my face, but there was no fur. It stopped it my neck like a turtle neck. I felt ridiculous, and screamed for help. The fur felt like it was ripping me from the inside out, and I tried to rip it out. Blood flund from my newly sharpened nails, and I screeched, making a hideous yowling sound.

My ears felt like they were stetching into unnecessary shapes. I tried to feel them, and they were taking place of my human ears. they were thin and lightly covered in fur. Like... cat ears... I yelped again, something stabbed my tailbone, and the blood spattered from the air I flew in, knocking me to the ground. I thumped with heavy force, and I long black tail swayed, covered in blood. I yowled and I screamed for help, but nothing came for me...


When I woke up I screamed, too. More thumping, and Parish was already there, drying the sweat from my forehead. "Shhh, Demi, Shhh," He hushed me and rocked me in his arms. 'I'm so terribly sorry..." He murmered in my ears, and I flung my face to his.

"What?" I gasped for air, and I felt hot and cold at the same time, making me want to pass out. "What are you talking... about?" I hiccuped, and he stared into my eyes until he began to explain.

"When... Well, first of all, I knew what your dream was about..." He sighed, and he flexed his arms around me. I didn't take my eyes of his face. Him under pressure or not, I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. "When someone like me, in other words; someone from the alternate world share a love with someone who isn't like them..." He breathed hard and unsteadily. "They transfer their...um, gifts to their mate."

My mouth dropped and my eyes felt buggy. "You mean you love me so god damn much that I have wings!?" I shouted at him, realizing he was petrified to look me in the eyes. I shuddered, and grabbed his face between my hands. "So I'm some sort of mythical beast? What? But my dream! I had fur not feathers!" I stammered and he gripped my hands and rubbed my knuckles that tightened around his hair.

"Demi... The mate gives you an opposite feature. I'm sort of like... A bird of prey." He grimaced. I seemed oblivious to not think he hated birds by now. "And you're like... a panther." I shivered. "It's your black hair, Demi." He sighed, and removed my hands from his head.

"You need to calm down, there's nothing to fret over," He looked me in the eyes now and I shook my head violently.

"No, Parish! I don't know how anyone could handle knowing this!" I groaned and whined, and shook my head over and over again.

"Demi, please! Calm down," He rubbed my hands and stroked my cheeks. I knew he was trying to be patient with me, but now I'm a monster, how is that even obtainable? "It's ok, the transformation process doesn't hurt after awhile..." He sighed, and smoothed his thumb along my collarbone.

I breathed in unsteadily. "Okay...I-I think-think I can handle thi-this..." I stammered, and felt hot tears coat my eyes. He pulled me closer and embraced me in a firm hug.

"Demi, there's nothing to worry about. You know I'll always face these problems with you. Always..." He breathed in against my hair, and he kissed my ear.

Hot tears poured out of my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. Hiccup soundes and sniffles burst from my chest and i hid my face in my hands. He pulled my hands away from face and wrapped them around himself, drying the tears with hands. I just kept crying. There was so much on my mind. What was I going to do? What would people think if they knew baout any of this?

I shuddered at the thought, and my tears finally dried.

Parish kissed my eyelids, and I could feel myself drift again. Fighting to hold my grasp on reality was too stressful for me, so I let my mind relax, and I fell back into my slumber.