My first original story posted online! I am so proud of myself! Go me, go me! *happy dance* If anyone wants to read some of my fanfics, I'm DelusionalFun. Now...enjoy!
Chapter 1 Just A Feeling
In just one week, Aria 'Nightshade' Maxwell would be sixteen. In any world that was a big thing, but in hers it was the biggest. On the eve of her sixteenth birthday, Shade would have a dream. And that dream would show her who her soul mate was.
The teenage girl knew she was submissive, she hid the truth from a world that viewed her as a dominant but she had all the characteristics. She was sensitive, nurturing, caring (not that anyone outside of her closest friends and family could tell; she was also a master at hiding behind a mask). She hid it behind false-arrogance, real-sarcasm, and an aloof expression.
She was worried though...what if her dom hated her? What if they weren't actually suited for each other? WHAT IF IT WAS A GUY?
Shade was a lesbian, so the likelihood of her mate being a guy was improbable, but not impossible. The idea frankly disgusted her. Her perfect other half may have a dick? Bleagh.
She was torn from her thoughts by arms slipping around her waist. Panicking, Shade slammed her elbow into her assailant's toned stomach and crashed the heel of her Doc Martins into their knee. "Fuck, god dammit!" a familiar voice yelled, yanking away from her.
Shade spun around, her forest-green eyes narrowed and dangerous. Until she saw who had 'attacked' her, then she blushed furiously. It was her best friend, Alexander 'Vinyl-Scratch' Johnson. "Fuck, I am so sorry, Vinyl!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were going to molest me!"
The punked-out albino gave her a thumbs-up, even as he was crouched over in pain. "Good job, Nightshade," he grunted.
She smiled sheepishly at him. "Gods above, I really am sorry."
He uncurled himself, rubbing his stomach. "It's cool, Shade. M'fault," he said, shrugging. She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his middle. He chuckled and hugged her back. "Y'know, you may be a bit bipolar," he said nonchalantly.
Shade giggled, her face buried into her honorary brother's chest. "Perhaps," she admitted.
Pulling away, she grinned at Vinyl. "Where's Mac?"
They turned to see Mackenzie "Mac" Wilder, the last member of their trio and the non-punk. She was tall and slim with wavy light brown hair and chestnut-colored eyes. She was the one who kept them from getting arrested. ("That's illegal! We can't do that! No-Vinyl, ugh!").
Then there was Shade. She had short dark purple hair that covered her left eye, catlike dark green eyes, and a tiny frame. She was the one who kept getting them in trouble. Finally, Vinyl was tall and lean with spiky blue hair and burgundy eyes he hid behind sunglasses. He just went along with the ride. Combined, they were a strange combination.
Yet somehow, they were like brother and sister(s). Mac was the uber-protective eldest who would kill anybody who even looked at Vinyl or Shade wrong. Vinyl was the flirtatious younger brother who pissed everybody off but was still thought of as adorable. And Shade was the trouble-making rebel who would be happy telling you all your faults.
Mac wrapped her arms around Shade and pulled her in for a hug. "Back to school..." she began.
"...Back to hell," Shade finished.
The brunette released her and tugged Vinyl into the next hug. "Get over here, cutie," she said with a bright smile. "I missed you both."
Vinyl chuckled and embraced the girl, kissing the top of her head. "Missed you too, Kenzie."
Suddenly, Shade felt her pocket buzz. She slipped her thin phone out of her pocket and read:
Get ur ass 2 school, Night. I got big news.
Shade chuckled and quickly typed back:
Anything 4 u, beautiful. ^_-
She slid her phone back into her pocket. "Come on guys. We have school and Vee's on my ass, apparently she has 'big news'." Vinyl chuckled and slipped his arms around her shoulder.
"Okay then. Let's go."