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Now that's out of the way...HELLO! This is my first M/M fiction EVER! So be nice please and enjoy!
Forbidden Fruit
Chapter One- I hate Humans…
(Night’s POV)
Man, that dude is a tosser! Which dude you ask? God, duh! All I did was punch Gabriel on the nose, breaking it, and broke a few of his ribs…four to be exact. It’s not my fault the goody-goody is loosing his touch. Pussy. But rather than send me to hell like Lucifer, ‘He’ sends me to Earth…with these…humans. Pathetic, useless humans until I ‘learn to respect others’. Pfft, whatever. So anyway, I guess I should introduce myself to you, huh? I’m Night, six foot even and around five hundred years old, but I look sixteen. I’ve got soft, shiny blonde locks and deep, clear ocean blue eyes. I’m slim with a medium build and long black wings (they used to be white). I suppose you’re wondering why an angel of…God is called Night? The answer: I don’t have a fucking clue, never thought to ask. But I have always been the black sheep of the flock.
Now that the intro is over, it’s time to tell you why I hate ‘them’ so much. It’s a long story, so sit tight.
I was dumped in England (of all places) in the Yorkshire region, where it rains…a lot. (Seriously, it’s like Niagara Falls or something!) Now I’m looking out the window of my flat, on the third floor, in a building full of drug addicts. Weed, crack, hearts, you name it, they’ve probably done it. It’s quite early in the morning, eight AM. I had to be at college in an hour. Sneering at the thought of being around humans, I pulled myself out of bed and stretched, the tip of my wings spreading so wide they just touch the walls at either side of me. A lovely three meters in length, yes I sleep in a box. My wings disappeared. I ran a hand through my blonde locks and changed into full black attire, topping it off with a spiked collar and wristband to match. Up yours God, no more white for me. I ate, did the whole wash and brush routine and was out the door for about half eight. I took the stairs down, holding my nose because it stank of piss, and stepped out into the rain. It was just drizzle, but enough to get you wet. I set off, taking the route I made from my flight the night before. Straight up to the train station, left up a little alleyway, down into some small tunnel and then a right up some steps.
“Yes?” Her wrinkled old face scrunched up into some sort of facial expression.
“My name is Night Smith, I’m new here.” She tapped away after giving me a skeptical look (probably about my name), printed something off and pointed to a door behind me.
“Your first class is that way.” She slid the paper to me from behind her glass panel, was it a bank or a college. ‘Forgetting’ to thank the moody bitch I headed to my first (and long) class, English. Remind me to do something to God when I get back. He’s not all that perfect y’know, he picks his nose. Eventually I found my class and apologized for being late (that’s how lost I was).
“You must be Night.” The teacher smiled. She had long black hair, light green eyes and was dressed in a long black skirt, white blouse and black shoes. “We’re having a debate about gays and their rights.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sounds exciting.”
“It should be.” She continued smiling and pointed to an empty seat. “You can sit next to Sam.”
Great. I thought and strolled to the desk; the girls were drooling over me, and sat next to Sam. Short brown hair, honey brown eyes, wearing faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt. We didn’t look at each other, or speak. Not that I wanted to talk to a human.
“God made Adam and Eve, NOT Adam and Steve!” One debater began. I rolled my eyes, what a looser.
“Yeah, but if God created everyone, then he created gays.” The other shot back, touché. “If he allows suffering, death and hate then he allows his children to be gay and live life how they want.” She continued, clasping her hands together in a praying fashion. My brow arched. He doesn’t allow it, some idiot broke the bottles they were in and it caused…well…mayhem that the ‘Mighty Lord’ couldn’t fix. Well…the guy had no comeback, he just stuttered and then…
“They shouldn’t be allowed to marry!”
“Marriage is about love not gender; if two people love each other then they should be allowed to marry, even if they are homosexual or lesbian.”
Damn that girl was good. Next to me Sam had shrunk in his seat and twirled a pen in his hand, looking like he could leap out of his skin at any moment. The teacher stopped the debate when an argument broke out; she then turned to the class and looked to Sam.
“Sam.” She said softly and he jolted upright so quickly I imagined his bones hitting the ceiling as they tore away from their skin prison. I missed the question, but Sam stuttered and blushed. Eventually he shrugged.
“C’mon Sammy-boy!” Somebody yelled. “You must want gay marriages legalized, you’re gay yourself!”
Whoa! Gay!? I turned my head to look at him as he sank into his chair to hide himself. The teacher sent the guy out, giving him a glare that could strip paint. She must be pro-gay. All I saw was his short black hair and his ‘boyish’ good looks. Looked like a tosser to me.
“Hey Night!” The girl from the debate ran up to me, dragging Sam with her. She was a long haired brunette, one thick strand was curled on her left side, she had grayish eyes and was wearing a short skirt (way above the knee, can’t remember what colour, I’m a guy after all.), a white blouse, a pink bra (hard to miss) and black knee high boots. I glared, but she chooses to ignore it. “Hey, I’m Jen, not Jenny.” She pulled Sam closer. “And this is my step brother, Sam.”
“Uh huh.” I gave her my best bored tone. She ignores that too.
“Want to hang with us?”
“No.” I stated and walked away. She latched onto my arm and I tensed. The human-was-touching me!
“Oh, c’mon. Please?” She batted her eyelids and I caved in with a sigh.
“If it’ll get you to let go of me.”
“Great!” She smiled and, thankfully, unlatched herself from my person.
“Sorry about her.” Sam mumbled, not looking at me. “She means well.”
“I’m sure she does.” I watched her as she latched onto another person and quickly gossiped. Why God made people like her, I’ll never know. I shoved my hands in my pocket and followed the bubbly brunette outside. I had stopped raining but black clouds still loomed. We headed towards the steps that led down to the tunnel.
“Sammy-boy!” The guy that was kicked out strolled over with two lackeys at his sides; one had a gray hoody, the other a baseball cap.
“Leave him alone Gary!” Jen stood in front of him and stuck her chest out (which was pretty big).
“But I just want to be friends.” He smirked.
“Yeah, sure.” Jen rolled her eyes. “And the sky is green.” Next to me, Sam shuffled from one foot to the other. My brow arched, this guy had no back bone. “Just go away!” She snapped. Gary grabbed her wrist.
“Let go of her!” Sam stepped forward. What do you know, he does have a backbone.
“What you gonna do to stop me Sammy-boy?” Gary teased. “What’s the gay boy going to do, huh?”
I guess something inside him snapped because he lunged at Gary. Humans are so stupid. There was some sort of three on one scuffle and Jen begged me to help him.
“Please Night!” She gave me a pleading look and squeezed my arm. I sighed. Bloody girl! I took a step forward when Sam suddenly stumbled back, trying to regain his balance but was failing miserably and heading to the steps. “Sam!” Jen screamed and dived for him, grabbing one wrist. I grabbed the other and held the banister so we wouldn’t go with him. He stared at us as we pulled him up and Jen hugged him tight while he stared over his shoulder in disbelief. I stared at my hand, wondering why I had done it…why had I saved a human? The heavens decided to open and we were drenched in seconds. I remember looking up and thinking; gee, thanks.
