if the lights go off, baby would you ever change?
i was never on my high horse from the fame
i could never get mistaken for a lame
know i love it every time she calls my name
pluto to mars - lil uzi vert
[pt. 1 - cloud nine]
"You're a bounty hunter, but you're scared of heights? Ain't you from New York?"
"JUST BECAUSE I WAS RAISED IN NEW YORK DOES NOT MEAN I WAS ALWAYS ON A SKYSCRAPER- oh shit-"
Abel's grip tightened on the metal railing in front of him, his friends laughing maniacally at his sides. Below them, the festival glowed bright orange from every window, lamp, and light in the land below. Despite what his face said, he was having the time of his life here. The town's annual October festival had started this week, the sheer volume of people surprising Abel. Taking in the photo, he sat in the corner, admiring the view from above. Is this what cloud nine felt like? Abel thought so.
"So," Joanne began, after the three got off the ferris wheel, trademark smile plastered on her face, "Where next?"
"I heard they set up a laser tag court in the cornfield. Winning team gets a stuffed animal." said the girl next to Joanne, hands clasped around each other, who Abel found out was called Silva.
He also discovered that Joanne called Silva hers.
"Oh my god, totally! Abel, you gonna join us?" Joanne practically squealed, squeezing her girl's hand.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, just give me a minute.."
Of course, the moment he felt something resembling 'being in the moment', they took him out. Here he was, in all his proud glory. Electric pink jacket? Wild black hair? Rose tint star shades? ̶A̶n̶n̶o̶y̶i̶n̶g̶l̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶?̶ Surrounded by a legion of other kids dressed in black, but looking at you, you and only you, ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶s̶ ̶w̶a̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶
Of course, it was Cyprus.
"Hellooooo? Earth to Abel?"
"W-what's wrong?" Abel snapped out of his trance, looking around him for the slightest sign of danger. The two girls looked at him, laughing amongst themselves.
"You okay there?" Silva asked, looking at the boy in shock. Abel nodded almost a pace too fast, shaking his head a̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶l̶u̶s̶h̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y̶ and swallowing. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it."
Abel walked towards the cornfield, double time, trying (and failing) to ignore the fact that Cyprus was still there and still fucking looking at him. Why was Cyprus looking at him? He wasn't even that cool, he didn't have that absolute aura that Cyprus had, he didn't attract the people that Cyprus did.
How did he do that, that thing that makes people love him, and yet he ignores them, for someone who definitely, absolutely, 100% hates him? Didn't Cyprus hate him, like everyone else he insults?
"Abel, get ova' here!" Abel walked towards the two girls, the girls looking past him. "And here I thought Cyprus was obsessed with him, but he's even worse..."
"I'm gonna pretend you never said that-- but what now?" Abel whisper-shouted, causing a quick glance (this boy was falling HARDDD) between the two girls before turning to Abel.
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NIGHTCRAWLERS.
Teen FictionDO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THEY ARE? WHAT THEY ARE? Werewolf bounty hunter Abel Xavier, on sick leave all the way from New York to mysterious, cozy little Forks, Washington, takes up a little job that nobody is to know about. Capture every single vampire...
