Fallen (Fallen 1)

“Goodbye, principessa.” He said.

“I’ll see you later.” I said walking closer to Diana.

“Diana by Kylie whatever she wants!” Jonathon hollered.

“I will!” She yelled back.

“I love you,” said Jonathon. I stopped in my tracks and turned back around to look at him.

“I love you, too.” I said. He smiled big and happy. With that he turned back around and started once again towards the motorcycle.

Chapter Twelve: Shopping

Diana was already in her car. I climbed in.

“You don’t need to buy me anything.” I said.

“Oh come on, Kylie. I’m so buying you stuff. We’ll have so much fun! Plus, no offense, but do you have any designer clothing?”

“No, I said.

Diana sighed as if my lack of designer clothing was the greatest disaster to ever occur.

“When was the last time you went shopping?” she asked.

“I can’t remember I said.

“Well then just enjoy the day and have fun.” Diana said.

“I’ll try.” I sighed.

“By the way, I’m buying you anything you want. No arguing because I can already tell you’re going to argue with me. And, no I’m not saying that Jonathon asked me. I’m doing it because I want to. Plus, I don’t have any friends to shop with. I think we could be friends.”

“I think we could be friends too. But why don’t you have any friends?” I asked as we came to a stop behind Jonathon trying to leave the school.

He looked so sexy on the back of the motorcycle. His back muscles stood out beneath his shirt.

“We aren’t allowed to have friends.” She said simply.

“Why not?” I asked.

“It’s too dangerous.”

“Then, how come we can be friends?”

“Because you know about us.” She said turning right out of the school. The street was lined with trees. Their leaves were oranges and reds.

I felt so bad for Diana. She hadn’t had friends in so long. Just her family.

“So, if you guys don’t have friends won’t people think it’s strange that you’re friends with me?”

“People don’t pay much attenti

on to us. But now that you’re hanging out with us people will talk. But don’t worry about us. They’ll forget about it soon enough.”

“How come they don’t notice you? You are all insanely gorgeous.”

“Humans notice us at first but since we can’t really become much more than acquaintances with them they forget about us like last season’s Jimmy Choo’s. But also, I think it’s that they know we’re different. They know enough to be afraid. They don’t know what we are; they just feel that we are something sinister, something despicable.” She spat the word.