By the time the school day finished my head was still reeling from my heated encounter with Ashley. Making sure my wings were secure beneath my clothes, I got on my bus and found a seat. I was ignored by the other kids on the bus, but this wasn’t a surprise. I leant my head against the window and closed my eyes. My imagination was drawn immediately to Ashley. Everything about him made me feel hot all over, especially in my pants. I found myself with the desire to rip his clothes off and let him have whatever “fun” with me he had hinted at that day. A jolt from the bus woke me from my daydream. I glanced around, glad the bus driver’s crappy skills had woken me as I was close to my stop. Wow, thinking about Ashley it seemed was an entertaining way to pass time.
Once I was off the bus I started the walk home. Yeah I know, ‘why is an angel walking home?’ In my experience when the neighbours start seeing one of the local kids flying around with huge gossamer wings they call the cops and it’s a pain in the ass to explain away what you were doing. The cops are also rather uninclined to believe an old lady is high on ice or something similar and that’s why she thinks you were flying around the neighbourhood. So we resign ourselves to human transport and while I can drive the 4 cars I totalled means I’m not allowed a car until I’m 19 and understand “risk taking”. Like I care, we angels are fairly indestructible. According to my folks humans, and their society are less well built meaning their quite easy to injure.
It took me about 10 minutes to walk from where my bus dropped me off at to where my house is. I pulled a set of keys out of my bag and unlocked the door. The house was so quiet as I entered. I walked down a set of stairs into the large basement I had converted into my bedroom. I had painted the walls black and they were covered in posters of all sorts of things. Different bands, comic book heroes, lots of batman, and photos of me with the few friends I’d had at my last school. It was the only school at which I’d had friends. I had met Jake, CC and Jinxx in music class, and we’d had a ball. We would listen to music on the web, then try and play it and we even began to try and write our own stuff. However my parents had decided that we had to move again. So I’d been forced to move away from my friends in Hollywood and move to Los Angeles. It was close enough that my parents said I could visit them a few times a year if I wanted to. I stared at the photos for a few moments before sighing and dumping my bag on the floor. I let myself fall against my bed, sprawling across the well know. I shut my eyes and brought up thoughts of Ashley, the way he smelt, how his voice sounded, how warm he had felt when he had been pressed against me. I shook my head to snap myself out of my fantasy. Fucking hell, how was I already so obsessed with this guy. I only met him today. But he had captivated my mind, heart and other more physical areas, but how could he ever want me. He may have said I was pretty, but he came across as a fuck and go type. He wouldn’t want to stay with me. Not the way I want him to. I could feel him holding me late at night, letting me fall asleep in his strong arms. Snap out of it Andy, not going to happen. I sighed once more and pulled my iPod out of my bedside locker and put my headphones in. I unlocked it and began to scroll through my songs. I scrolled down until I found From First to Last’s Waltz Moore. I pressed play and let the music wrap around me, letting myself drown in my own misery. I moved slightly on me bed, resting my head on the pillow and getting more confortable before letting myself drift off to sleep.
I woke a few hours later to the sound of footsteps above my head as one of my parents got home.
“Andrew!” my mother’s voice rang down from upstairs.
“Ughh” I muttered as I dragged myself out of bed. Sitting up, I pulled my headphones out and stuffed the iPod back into the draw it came from. I climbed to my feet and walked slowly up the stairs. Mum was working in the kitchen, so I sat down behind her at the breakfast bar.
“What’s up mum?” I asked, she turned and handed me a cup of coffee.
“I wanted to know if you were home. How was your first day? Make any new friends?”
“It was fine, the kids at school are okay.” I said, taking a sip of my coffee. It was sweet, and hot just the way I liked it.
“Did you make any friends?” she asked giving me a harp look. I glanced up meeting her eyes for a second before returning my gaze to my coffee.
“No.” I shook my head as I spoke, making my long hair fly around my face.
“Well.” She said briskly, turning back to the stove to start cooking. “I’m sure you will eventually.” I rolled my eyes and went back to drinking my coffee. The front door opened and after noises from the hallway my dad walked into the kitchen.
“Hey love, Andy” he said kissing mum on check and messing up my hair. I growled and yanked my fingers through my hair attempting to pull it straight again where my dad had messed it up. While my parents started cooking together I took my coffee I sloped off downstairs to my room and took solace in my music once more.