Owlings and Demons - T. Richardson (best ereader for students .TXT) 📗

He sighed. “I’m not breaking up with you.”
I shrieked in relief. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” I yelled. I jumped into his arms. He pushed me away. My happiness fell and shattered to pieces, “What’s wrong?” I said unpleasantly. His tears were as red as his eyes. “What’s been bothering me,” I said “Is I don’t know why your eyes have been red if you don’t want to kill me.”
He yelled and covered his eyes. “Because!” he said hesitating. “I want to kill myself!”
My eyes had widened more than they had before. “Than why haven’t you?” I asked.
“Because,” Johnny said once again, “I don’t want to live or die without you.” I stood still.
“Johnny, I’m not dying for you.” I said calmly. “Let’s go home.” I took his right arm and walked him to my babysitting service. Children were aligned over by the walls while Johnny sat in a corner. “Johnny stay here unless any child needs help.” I slowly kissed his cheek.
I began role call. “Cassidy?”
“Here.” She said
“Ryan?”
“Here.” he said.
I went down through a whole entire line of 28 children in my home. A little girl named Josephine yelled out in the middle of class, “Why does that man have red eyes?” she asked pointing to her own.
“I am not a man.” said Johnny slowly. “I am only 16, wait another year and a quarter.”
Josephine looked stupefied. “Who are you and why do you have red eyes child?!” she yelled.
Johnny chuckled. “They are contacts.” He said.
“And I am Eri-“I cut him short to whisper, “Ms. Erica.” “I mean Ms

. Erica’s best friend.”
A girl from out of no where came along and said, “You mean boyfriend.” Everything felt so difficult with a 12 year old knowing everything. “Ewww!” The whole younger class shrieked.
Johnny looked at me and smiled. “It’s ok,” the twelve year old said. “I have a boyfriend too.” I sent her an OH REALLY? look.
“Ok,” I murmured, “Multiplication time!” The class booed.
At the end of the day, the only child left was the 12 year old girl. “So have you guys kissed yet?” Johnny seemed to be getting annoyed with a little girl getting in the middle of our relationship.
“Bug off.” He said.
“Johnny!” I yelled.
“Issues…” the girl whispered. Johnny some way took control of his temper. “You’re pretty good looking Johnny.” She said.
“I would refer you calling me Mr. Johnny, and I will let everyone else call me whatever they want.”
The girl laughed and sat on his lap. She could here her mother pull up into the driveway to pick her up. “Ok,” she said. She picked up her bags and gave me a hug. She gave Johnny a piece of paper and kissed his cheek. “Call me Mr. Johnny

, bye Ms. Erica.”
She walked out of the door and Johnny’s cheeks got red with amazement, his eyes still red. “Don’t worry Johnny, I know you’re afraid of me getting jealous, but I’m not jealous of seventh graders.”


We sat down on my living room couch watching sports. “I got kissed today.” He said.
“I know.” I said plainly. “I saw you get kissed, and you said it a million times. Did you like it?” I asked nervously.
“No.” he said. “It was too weird and unusual.”
“Good.” I said. We watched TV until we got bored.
“You wanna go somewhere?” he asked.
“Sure.” I said. “Hold on a minute.” I dug deep into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone and called my mom. I had her on speed dial.
“Hello?” she said.
“Mom?”
“What?” she asked.
“When will you be coming home?”
“Tomorrow.” She said.
I hung up. “Let’s go!” I yelled. We walked to Wal-Mart and sat on a bench.
“I’ll do anything, anything to get out of a house.” He said.
“Me too.” It was getting dark and three gang members walked up and sat next to us on the bench. “Get a room.” One said.
“I don’t kiss in public.” Johnny replied.
“Oh, ok neither do I. Beautiful night ain’t it?”
I nodded. “You’re invading my personal space.” I said. In one second I could see Johnny’s one hand swing all of those guys of the bench except the two of us. One guy rubbed his head and looked at Johnny.
“Demon aren’t yuh?” asked one of the guys. “Both you guys demons?”
“Satisfactory.” Johnny said crossing his legs with his arms around me while I sat on his lap leaning back.
“Have ya’ll been recently attacked by any owlings?” We both shook our heads. "Then what’s with the scratch on the arm?” he asked me.
Looking at Johnny I had just realized his eyes were brown once they turned red again, then he looked down. I sat up and brought the gang members to a part of Wal-Mart that they had never seen before.
“Whatcha gonna do? Kiss me.” demanded a gang member. I extended my long nails, and the three guys were scared for their lives. As soon as I was about to strike for their faces, a hand held my arm back. I turned around to Johnny’s sad apologetic face. He held my hand while the guys remained untouched.
“That wouldn’t have ended up well.” He told me. “Demon’s are not aloud to fight with their same kind. They could’ve reported you.”
I sighed. I truthfully knew why Johnny hadn’t reported me, because he loved me. “I’m sorry,” I said.
“I don’t like it when you feel this way.”
He chuckled. “It’s fine!” he yelled pretending to be happy. “I’ll handle myself.” The gang members watched as we talked. He kissed my lips more passionate than ever. He held my hands and closed my eyes for me because I hadn’t. I did and went along with it.
“Now get a room!” said the gang member as they walked off.
Johnny looked into my eyes and bit his bottom lip. “I Love You.”
We sat back down on the bench and slept there for the rest of the night. I never thought I’d find someone like him, I never thought I was going to end up like this. I can’t even remember how we met. I remember all the questions I asked. Why would some one so beautiful want to be friends with me? Go out with me? Kiss me? Love me? Think I’m beautiful? Dream about more days to spend with me? Why?

Note: thanks to all of those who've actually read up to this far! I made this story a couple of years ago. A LOT of messed up spots. I also can't find my next chapter. -__- Ugh. Tell me if you want to know about updates. :)

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Text: @pastandpresent, inc.
Editing: Brae911
Publication Date: 06-20-2012

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