Author: aspiringauthor95 PM
There's always been something special about them, but now they find out exactly what kept them together.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 765 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-22-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2954718
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Author's note: I had actually written this as a weekly assignment in my creative writing class, but I decided to post it on here as a one-shot story to maybe give people something to read while waiting on the next chapter for Near the Chapel. If you're reading this and you haven't read my other story, I'd really appreciate feedback on that one as well. Hope you enjoy! :)
She had been driving for hours with nothing but the soft purr of the engine, the slow jazz music gently floating from the speakers, and the deep peaceful sound of Jackson breathing in the passenger seat. She was driving along a foggy back road somewhere in the middle of Louisiana. They were on their way to New Orleans, Jackson's idea of a big adventure before they had to start college in the fall. Suddenly, she came upon a sharp fork in the road. She instinctively pointed the car to the right and kept on driving through the fog. About five miles or so down the road, the fog cleared and she saw thousands of tiny pinpricks in the distance, as if some great force had gathered up the stars and threw them to the earth. Every mile brought her closer to these earth bound stars and within ten minutes she was cruising down the main road. There were so many cars around her now, and she started to feel a little claustrophobic. She looked for a way to escape from this cluster of cars and spotted the perfect place. She pulled into the parking lot of an antique looking restaurant, the kind of place that was really rare in the days of fast food chains. The second the car was off, Jackson was awake, looking around in a daze as if the bright lights and the lack of motion had left him stranded.
"I pulled over so we could get something to eat." She said, hoping to reassure him that he was where he was supposed to be.
"Okay." Jackson murmured, and got out of the car. He stood by the front of the car and stretched while he waited for his companion. She stumbled out of the car, shaking her legs and rubbing her hands together trying to work the blood back into her tingling limbs. He offered her his hand. She took it and they walked with their hands clasped together into the restaurant. It was mostly deserted except for an older gentleman at a table in the middle with an open paper and the employees. Their hostess showed them to a table and no sooner had they got their drinks, their waitress was there to take their order.
By the time their food had arrived the aroma had gotten them hungry enough to eat the whole menu. They ate quickly, not having much conversation, as their mouths and minds had been hijacked by their stomachs. They paid for the food and left a generous tip for the waitress and came sauntering out of the restaurant, his arm draped lazily across her shoulders and her arm tightly around his waist. You would have never guessed that one of them wasn't entirely human. There were only slight differences that marked one as abnormal. The appearance, the complexion, the way they carried themselves. The fact that they ate, slept, even feinted bouts of clumsiness would convince anyone that they were both human. They climbed back into the car, this time it was Jackson who was behind the wheel.
Just as they pulled onto the road their car was hit by a truck that had been going down the wrong side of the road. The driver was too inebriated to realize this, however. He survived the crash, but died of liver cancer three years later. The girl was rushed to the hospital. They hooked her up to every machine possible, but it wasn't enough. She died that night with a smile on her face, a smile that puzzled all the doctors. Jackson made it through the night in the ICU, but might as well have been dead when he found out that she hadn't made it. That night he went to sleep. The next morning the doctors found the bed empty, with nothing but a note lying atop the pillow. They found the girl's body missing too. The note was no more than two sentences scrawled on a scrap of paper in black ink. It read: Don't worry; I'm with my Angel now. My guardian angel.