The Phoenix by Bianca Gray (best classic romance novels .txt) π
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Mel always tried to find herself. Always had the same friends. Always had the normal life. Until one day...one sleepover will change her life forever.
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over at me. He cocked a grin, his dark green eyes twinkling. I kind of smiled back at him, too distracted by his deep eyes. I stared into them, the liquid green eyes searching into my very soul, creeping into my mind. My heart started to pound in my ears. Is it really that loud? I asked myself. Finally, he turned his searching eyes away from me. I took an intake of air. He was beautiful. So very beautiful, and I wanted him to be mine. All mine. What was wrong with me? I thought. I so badly wanted to smack myself. He's just playing with my mind, I thought. He does this. He does this. I don't love him. I don't love him. I don't- I saw his beautiful liquid never ending green eyes in my mind. I love him. I thought suddenly, defeated. I was about to cry. I could feel it.
"James, pull over," I said slowly. He looked at me. I glared at him.
"Ok, ok, ok," he said putting his hands up. He pulled over. I reached across Michael to unlock and open the door. He looked at me startled. I gave him a cold, indifferent stare.
"Go, get out," I said pushing him along. He stumbled out of the car and I got out with him. Aria looked like she was going to say something but I gave her a look which I hoped was saying I'm giving you a chance with my brother. She fell back against her seat, defeated.
I pulled Michael along. I knew he could stop suddenly and pull me back with him but he didn't. I didn't stop moving until we were far away from the car, from people. I looked around and stopped, pulling my sweater around me tighter. I suddenly felt cold, I started to cry, silently. Michael looked startled and then after a long moment he took his hand and brushed away a tear. I looked up at him. He grumbled and jammed his hands in his pockets.
"Why did you bring me out here just to cry?" he asked looking away from me. I wiped the last of my tears.
"That's not...I don't know why I started crying ok?" I snapped. Then I took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I'm just-" And that's when he leaned in to kiss me. I was surprised. Then I felt myself slowly melt against him, living in the kiss, breathing it like oxygen. I needed this. I needed this. I kept thinking in my head. Then he pulled away.
"What's it you wanted to tell me?" he asked after a moment went by. I looked at him and didn't say anything. I just stared at those beautiful green eyes. I didn't need to say anything. I had nothing to say anymore. Then I finally looked away.
"We should-" I started to say.
"Yeah," he said. We started to head back to the car, our hands in our pockets. Just looking where we were going, no where else. Then I remembered why I needed to talk to him. I grabbed his arm and jerked him back. He looked at me surprised.
"I can't...I can't...do this," I said trembling with emotion. He looked at me, searching my eyes, questioning them.
"You can't do what?" he asked. I wiped my face as tears streaked down it. God, I'm emotional today, I thought.
"I can't love you," I said quietly. Michael looked startled then he smiled slowly.
"Who said anything about love?" he asked with a sly grin. I frowned at him.
"You kissed me. I thought..." I said suddenly confused.
"It was an...experiment of mine," he said slowly. I felt myself bubble with anger. Then I pushed him with all my might.
"YOU JERK!! I HATE YOU! WHY DID YOU KISS ME IF YOU DIDN'T FEEL ANYTHING FOR ME??!" I yelled at him. I felt the sun beat down on me and I felt myself soak it up. The heat concentrated at my palms. I pushed him again. He fell to the ground and I saw handmarks on his jacket. He quickly took it off before the handmarks burned through his shirt and, potentially, his skin. He looked at me in wonder but in a "I knew it" way. I looked at my hands, somewhat dazed. Michael laughed kind of coldly.
"And that was my experiment, my dear Phoenix," he said smiling. I looked at him in surprise. He knew, I thought. But his experiment...oh...I thought in my head.
"Your..." I said slowly.
"Part of a long line of phoenix hunters? Why, yes, I am," he said with a grin that didnt express that he was happy.
"How do you know I'm the phoenix?" I asked crossing my arms. He looked at me like I was dumb.
"The melting hand? I just witnessed it," he said slowly. I saw Aria suddenly behind him holding his jacket. She winked and then she disappeared with the breeze.
"Um, what are you talking about?" I said my eyes widening slightly.
"You burned my jacket..." he trailed off looking for it.
"What jacket? You weren't wearing one," I said slowly, acting like he was dumb. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"I saw it," he stated slowly doubting it.
"Really?" I asked my eyes widening. He glared at me.
"So I don't have proof. But I know what you are, Phoenix," he said smirking.
"OH. MY. GOD. MICHAEL! My name is MEL. MEL FIRE! Not frikin' 'PHOENIX'! Ok?" I asked.
"Whatever. I'm still gonna kill you. Before you turn 16," he said. I threw up my hands and then I opened them up. Letting my arms out, I threw my head back and then looked back at him.
"Then do it, Michael. I'm the phoenix right? The one and only. And you're Michael, the phoenix hunter. Kill me now. What are you waiting for?" I asked him cocking my head. I saw him look panicked a second. Then he shrugged.
"Fine, whatever," he said. He took out a knife and walked over to me.
"Just....put your arms down. No need to be overly dramatic," he said. I put them down and looked him straight in the eye.
"If your not a cruel person. Just please kill me quickly. And don't harm anyone else," I whispered. He nodded keeping his face hard and his eyes cold. But no one could lie with someone looking straight into his eyes. He likes me, I thought, and he's sad about having to do this to me. Michael walked closer to me. His knife hanging loosely to his side. Anyone could tell he was trying to keep his cool. I looked into his dark green eyes. He finally looked at me in the eye. His eyes softened and I could see through into his soul. I knew it, he's in love with me. But now I'm going to die...
"Mel," he whispered. I looked up at him. He was inches away.
"I knew you felt something for me," I barely whispered. He smiled a little.
"I'm going to kill you. Maybe that something is hate?" he asked.
"No," I said looking at him into his eyes, "it's love." Michael looked astonished for a second. Then he grabbed my shoulders and slowly looked into my eyes.
"That won't change a thing. Destiny is destiny, Mel. And this is mine," he whispered.
"I know. So do it," I said. He got his hands off my shoulders. He looked at his knife. He brought it up quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt him
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"James, pull over," I said slowly. He looked at me. I glared at him.
"Ok, ok, ok," he said putting his hands up. He pulled over. I reached across Michael to unlock and open the door. He looked at me startled. I gave him a cold, indifferent stare.
"Go, get out," I said pushing him along. He stumbled out of the car and I got out with him. Aria looked like she was going to say something but I gave her a look which I hoped was saying I'm giving you a chance with my brother. She fell back against her seat, defeated.
I pulled Michael along. I knew he could stop suddenly and pull me back with him but he didn't. I didn't stop moving until we were far away from the car, from people. I looked around and stopped, pulling my sweater around me tighter. I suddenly felt cold, I started to cry, silently. Michael looked startled and then after a long moment he took his hand and brushed away a tear. I looked up at him. He grumbled and jammed his hands in his pockets.
"Why did you bring me out here just to cry?" he asked looking away from me. I wiped the last of my tears.
"That's not...I don't know why I started crying ok?" I snapped. Then I took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I'm just-" And that's when he leaned in to kiss me. I was surprised. Then I felt myself slowly melt against him, living in the kiss, breathing it like oxygen. I needed this. I needed this. I kept thinking in my head. Then he pulled away.
"What's it you wanted to tell me?" he asked after a moment went by. I looked at him and didn't say anything. I just stared at those beautiful green eyes. I didn't need to say anything. I had nothing to say anymore. Then I finally looked away.
"We should-" I started to say.
"Yeah," he said. We started to head back to the car, our hands in our pockets. Just looking where we were going, no where else. Then I remembered why I needed to talk to him. I grabbed his arm and jerked him back. He looked at me surprised.
"I can't...I can't...do this," I said trembling with emotion. He looked at me, searching my eyes, questioning them.
"You can't do what?" he asked. I wiped my face as tears streaked down it. God, I'm emotional today, I thought.
"I can't love you," I said quietly. Michael looked startled then he smiled slowly.
"Who said anything about love?" he asked with a sly grin. I frowned at him.
"You kissed me. I thought..." I said suddenly confused.
"It was an...experiment of mine," he said slowly. I felt myself bubble with anger. Then I pushed him with all my might.
"YOU JERK!! I HATE YOU! WHY DID YOU KISS ME IF YOU DIDN'T FEEL ANYTHING FOR ME??!" I yelled at him. I felt the sun beat down on me and I felt myself soak it up. The heat concentrated at my palms. I pushed him again. He fell to the ground and I saw handmarks on his jacket. He quickly took it off before the handmarks burned through his shirt and, potentially, his skin. He looked at me in wonder but in a "I knew it" way. I looked at my hands, somewhat dazed. Michael laughed kind of coldly.
"And that was my experiment, my dear Phoenix," he said smiling. I looked at him in surprise. He knew, I thought. But his experiment...oh...I thought in my head.
"Your..." I said slowly.
"Part of a long line of phoenix hunters? Why, yes, I am," he said with a grin that didnt express that he was happy.
"How do you know I'm the phoenix?" I asked crossing my arms. He looked at me like I was dumb.
"The melting hand? I just witnessed it," he said slowly. I saw Aria suddenly behind him holding his jacket. She winked and then she disappeared with the breeze.
"Um, what are you talking about?" I said my eyes widening slightly.
"You burned my jacket..." he trailed off looking for it.
"What jacket? You weren't wearing one," I said slowly, acting like he was dumb. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"I saw it," he stated slowly doubting it.
"Really?" I asked my eyes widening. He glared at me.
"So I don't have proof. But I know what you are, Phoenix," he said smirking.
"OH. MY. GOD. MICHAEL! My name is MEL. MEL FIRE! Not frikin' 'PHOENIX'! Ok?" I asked.
"Whatever. I'm still gonna kill you. Before you turn 16," he said. I threw up my hands and then I opened them up. Letting my arms out, I threw my head back and then looked back at him.
"Then do it, Michael. I'm the phoenix right? The one and only. And you're Michael, the phoenix hunter. Kill me now. What are you waiting for?" I asked him cocking my head. I saw him look panicked a second. Then he shrugged.
"Fine, whatever," he said. He took out a knife and walked over to me.
"Just....put your arms down. No need to be overly dramatic," he said. I put them down and looked him straight in the eye.
"If your not a cruel person. Just please kill me quickly. And don't harm anyone else," I whispered. He nodded keeping his face hard and his eyes cold. But no one could lie with someone looking straight into his eyes. He likes me, I thought, and he's sad about having to do this to me. Michael walked closer to me. His knife hanging loosely to his side. Anyone could tell he was trying to keep his cool. I looked into his dark green eyes. He finally looked at me in the eye. His eyes softened and I could see through into his soul. I knew it, he's in love with me. But now I'm going to die...
"Mel," he whispered. I looked up at him. He was inches away.
"I knew you felt something for me," I barely whispered. He smiled a little.
"I'm going to kill you. Maybe that something is hate?" he asked.
"No," I said looking at him into his eyes, "it's love." Michael looked astonished for a second. Then he grabbed my shoulders and slowly looked into my eyes.
"That won't change a thing. Destiny is destiny, Mel. And this is mine," he whispered.
"I know. So do it," I said. He got his hands off my shoulders. He looked at his knife. He brought it up quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt him
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