[Prologue >>>>>>>>>>> His knuckles were white from his tight grip, sweat dripped from the right side of his face. Jami's was pinned against the blood stained wall by his apposing hand. Her skin showed fear by the paleness yet Jami's face was emotionless. She had only found out a few hours ago that this was going to happen. It was enough time to face the inevitable. She would never truly understand why he was doing this, he wasn't one to follow orders. Although his intentions all along had been bad he showed her his true self. He had to. Deep down he didn't understand either, but he was too secretive to show his emotions, confusion. It simply wasn't his 'thing'. Oh, how much strength he had to conceal his intentions to Jami. But that doesn't make it a good strength. The ninja star his fingers were wrapped around dropped to the floor. And the rest of the world faded away, a spotlight on them only... >>>>>>>>>>>> Jami's POV Loud dings sounded around me, I stood up from the grass green chair and laid my paper down on the glass coffee table. I twisted the doorknob, where the red paint was peeling. Standing in front of me was a broad shouldered man, his ash blond hair fell just above his eyebrows, a cheeky grin on his face. Who is this stranger?
Danny's POV Jami stood confused, yet I knew she had too much of a big heart not to let me in. Or is it a foolish mind? As planned I tried to look as appealing as possible, yet this tight indigo shirt is showing my chest off too much. Like she cares. "May I?" I gestured inside. Her slender body moved partially out the way. She was quite pretty really, much like Olivia Wilde. Her hair flowed past her shoulders and settled on her chest, strands dark with a mauve glow to them. Icy turquoise eyes, bright but not luminous like a snake. She was quite tall and an average weight, see she wasn't fat, but she wasn't a stupid 'size 0 I way 100 oz' either. We'll make a good fake couple, but only half of us will know that detail…
Danny's POV Jami stood confused, yet I knew she had too much of a big heart not to let me in. Or is it a foolish mind? As planned I tried to look as appealing as possible, yet this tight indigo shirt is showing my chest off too much. Like she cares. "May I?" I gestured inside. Her slender body moved partially out the way. She was quite pretty really, much like Olivia Wilde. Her hair flowed past her shoulders and settled on her chest, strands dark with a mauve glow to them. Icy turquoise eyes, bright but not luminous like a snake. She was quite tall and an average weight, see she wasn't fat, but she wasn't a stupid 'size 0 I way 100 oz' either. We'll make a good fake couple, but only half of us will know that detail…
Jami's POV "So… What are you here to say?" I asked with a quizzical look on my face. "Well…You're brother sent me." he replies, slightly hesitantly. "What do you mean?" I say with genuine confusion. "Why, I'm moving here your brother said I could stay here for a while." he answers. His arm leant against the doorframe, again paint was peeling. Crimson flecks and shavings crumbled to the floor, I watched this before answering. "That's just like him… Well make your self at home, I'm Jami, which I suppose you know. By the way, where's your stuff?" "In my car..." "Oh…Uhh…right...duh" I stutter. He laughs warmly and flicks my chin with the tip of one finger. "Cute." I stand, dazed by his mysteriousness for a moment. Until he moves outside and starts hoarding things out of his car boot. Still perplexed by him, I make my way outside to help him. I carry four heavy bags, now it's his turn to admire. "How can such a little thing be so damn strong?" he questions. I smirk and reply with: "How can one guy a) have so many bags and b) practically fill them with rocks?!" he smiles. "Funny too, I can tell I'm going to like you." he smiles and pokes me in the stomach. He shuts his car door and returns inside. It's then that I realise I still have no idea what his name is…
Jami's POV "So… What are you here to say?" I asked with a quizzical look on my face. "Well…You're brother sent me." he replies, slightly hesitantly. "What do you mean?" I say with genuine confusion. "Why, I'm moving here your brother said I could stay here for a while." he answers. His arm leant against the doorframe, again paint was peeling. Crimson flecks and shavings crumbled to the floor, I watched this before answering. "That's just like him… Well make your self at home, I'm Jami, which I suppose you know. By the way, where's your stuff?" "In my car..." "Oh…Uhh…right...duh" I stutter. He laughs warmly and flicks my chin with the tip of one finger. "Cute." I stand, dazed by his mysteriousness for a moment. Until he moves outside and starts hoarding things out of his car boot. Still perplexed by him, I make my way outside to help him. I carry four heavy bags, now it's his turn to admire. "How can such a little thing be so damn strong?" he questions. I smirk and reply with: "How can one guy a) have so many bags and b) practically fill them with rocks?!" he smiles. "Funny too, I can tell I'm going to like you." he smiles and pokes me in the stomach. He shuts his car door and returns inside. It's then that I realise I still have no idea what his name is… Ugh I always forget something
Ohhh… What a lovely selection of bree I know every single line off Angus, Thongs and perfect snogging