Last First Kiss

Michaella just wanted to spend the rest of her life with her true love. But who knows how long that will last? Every minute is a mystery in her eyes. She just wants him, and he just wants her. Will he be Michaella's one and only, her last first kiss?


1. The Crying Rain

    I was walking out the door trying to avoid the rain so my mascara wouldn't run. Its been five weeks since I actually got out of the house and hang out with my best friend, Jane. But then again I've only been living in London for a week, plus I was still moving on from my past. 

    "Hey, are you excited to go out for dinner tonight?" Jane asked just so the awkward tension would disappear.

    "Umm...I guess,"I replied while looking out the window. The rain was slowly dripping from the dark night sky. The rain reminded me about all the crying from the past. I just wish that I would forget about it, but that just makes me want to replay all of the thoughts again and again in my head. I was bullied in high school for being skinny and blonde. They would say terrible things. I just didn't understand why. My mom always said that they were jealous, but the insults were just hurtful. No boy wanted to date me because of all the terrible lies. Well except for one, Daniel. Every weekend he would bring me a bouquet of my favorite flowers. roses. And we would text all night, nonstop. I was actually shocked that someone as popular as him would love me. He was the perfect boyfriend, or so I thought.

    We finally made it to the restaurant. I couldn't make out the name since it was dark out. We sat down at a window seat, and once more I looked out the window. The scenery was just beautiful. The waitress took our orders and left. It felt like ages while waiting, and conversation was starting to run dry. I looked out the window a few times, but this one time seemed a little different. I saw a figure, out by a park bench, just across the street. It gave me shivers. I felt like I was in a horror movie. But that's what my life is, a horror movie. I heard thunder and looked at Jane as I almost jumped out of my skin. When I looked back out, it was gone. 

    A few minutes later I heard a scream in the kitchen. It sounded like the waitress. Then all of a sudden, the lights went out. The whole building went black. At that point I felt like I was dead. The fear was controlling my body. 

    "Michaella," I heard Jane say, she reached for my hand. I could here people running and screaming. I took Jane's hand so I wouldn't let lost, besides she was my ride home. We managed to get outside, the darkness was everywhere. I let go of Jane's hand, telling her it was okay. The street light was off too. Everything felt really suspicious. 

    "Jane?" I said, but there was no response. 

    "Hello darling," I heard a familiar male voice. It sounded like it was coming from the nearest street lamp. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. I just froze and Jane was gone. The light was turned on. I felt a hand go on my shoulder. It was Daniel! I told him to get away from me, but he didn't listen. He grabbed me by the wrist, I felt like he was going to break it or something. The pain was unspeakable. I asked him where Jane was. He wouldn't tell me. He pulled me to the back of the restaurant, and he turned those lights on, so it would look like the thunder turned it off in the first place. I saw Jane hiding in the corner next to the building. I saw the kitchen door open, it was our waitress. Of course. Daniel ran away, as I helped Jane up.

    Jane brought me back to my flat, and came in. She was just going to stay for an hour or so. Plus she still didn't get her dinner. I walked in, and went into the bedroom. I wanted to get some p.j.'s on. After that I went into the bathroom to take my jewelry off. I froze and dropped my necklace to the floor. The mirror had red lipstick on it. It read : I knew I would find you darling. 

    I knew who wrote it, Daniel. I was about to faint, I was sick and tired of him ruining my life. I left America after graduation so I would be free from him. I guess wishes don't actually come true. I told Jane that she had to help me pack up my bag, because we were leaving this flat for good. I looked in my drawer that held all of my casual t-shirts. Half of them were ripped, and at the bottom was a note. This read : Don't think I won't find you again darling. 

    Jane and I finally finished packing and we left, but not out of London. We were going to hang at a hotel until I find a new place to call home. For some reason the hotel was crowded with teenage girls. Little did I know that my true love was in side those doors, on floor 5. 


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