Previously Patient (Rated M for later updates

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

A young girl dies in a car crash and goes over her last few days in heaven with one of God's closest angel's, Chris. She becomes a fighting angel, and goes back down to help save the human race, but gets distracted by her ex-boyfriend...

Summary

A young girl dies in a car crash and goes over her last few days in heaven with one of God's closest angel's, Chris. She becomes a fighting angel, and goes back down to help save the human race, but gets distracted by her ex-boyfriend...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Previously Patient (Rated M for later updates

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A young girl dies in a car crash and goes over her last few days in heaven with one of God's closest angel's, Chris. She becomes a fighting angel, and goes back down to help save the human race, but gets distracted by her ex-boyfriend...

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Submitted: January 02, 2012

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He said he wanted a night under the stars, a midnight picnic when no one would be there to disrupt us, no screaming infants or barking dogs, loud seagulls and the birds like them would all be sleeping. So we both snuck out, he did so at two and I snuck out thirty minutes after in my blue sweats and white beater he lent me one night when I was staying at his house; it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, I just had to shut my dog in the downstairs bathroom so he wouldn’t wake my parents as I left, and I just stepped out the back door. He was waiting for me on his bike, a couple blankets in the basket he had fastened to the back of his bike, a neutral face quickly turning into a white smile, contrasting against the dark light around us.

I laughed silently to myself about his smile, I ran up to him, bare feet and all, jumped up and wrapped my wiry legs around his waist, hugging him around his shoulders and kissing his neck over and over again as his hands went from the small of my back to my upper thighs, his slow whisper brushing at my ear, “I have missed you an inconceivable amount since I saw you at church.” he sighed, slowly putting me down, holding me close to his warm body for half a second longer than what was needed.

I can remember biting my lip, trying to contain all the hormones that were rushing through my body. We hadn’t kissed each other on the lips yet, and I was dying to mold myself into him so that we would become one. He nodded towards his bike, mouthing the words, “Let’s get out of here.” Something he would say to me every time we were going to a place better than we already were. He sat down and I went on the front, sitting on the handle bars.

We arrived at Leo J. Ryan Park in about ten minutes of riding through the cool air, not enough to make you cold, but enough to want to be close to someone. It was like God was trying to push us together, though I know that’s not what it was.

He set the blankets out over the dewy grass and set up the food while I stood by the bike, a red knitted blanket draped over my own shoulders as I looked up at the sky, looking for the only two constellations I knew, which were the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper. They stood out among all the other stars as they always had to me, shining down on the lagoon and creating a large reflecting pool, for the water was like glass right now, no wind or animals to shatter the mirror.

“Babe.” I heard him call me, I did, but it took me a second or two to tear my eyes from the perfection laid out before me. It was completely silent out tonight, even though the park is right next to a three way intersection; no cars were traveling right now.

When I had finally looked down, I smiled at him and walked down the slight slope to reach the blankets he put out, “Look at this,” I whispered, “It’s perfect.” I was looking at the sky, but as he was always trying to be the cheesy romantic, the only thing he was looking at was me.

“Perfect.” He commented, his head tilted just slightly, his brown eyes seeming to penetrate right through me. That was the moment when I had just realized what was going to happen tonight, and I wasn’t sure whether I liked it or not. I mean, we hadn’t even kissed. But in that moment, I closed my eyes, and told myself that I would enjoy the night, whether I had to be myself or I had to be someone who acted like myself, but made different decisions.

We did enjoy the night, it was absolutely perfect, and I didn’t even have to be someone else for most of it. But the time that I did have to transform into someone else was after we had finished my favorite meal, cold Costco pizza. I was laughing from a story he was telling me about one of his closest friends, how they had tried to charm a girl but ended up spilling his pasta over her lap somehow. I had lain back, smiling now at the stars, feeling like nothing could go wrong with the night. 


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