Snippet #1452610

Alejandro blinked, he cursed Lady Gaga silently. He really did catch hell for that in his unit, especially when the song was first written. The angels he used to serve with found it hilarious, for whatever reason. "Um, yes I actually do." He muttered in response to her. But when she began to pout, his own face dropped. For only a second, he looked sad. Like seeing her do anything but smile broke his heart. Pull yourself together, Alejandro. This girl is your assignment. She doesn't care about you and you shouldn't care about her.

He was a little hurt by the fact that she was so...Cold to him. He thought her art was fantastic, himself. She should be as proud of it as he was to be a solider of the light, in his opinion. "I-I wasn't sneaking..." He stammered out. He wanted at that moment to tell her the truth, but stopped himself. It would be ludicrous, giving himself up that way. It wouldn't help either of them. "I have never spied on you." He said, a scowl on his face. He didn't want to be cruel to her, but he was more than willing to stand up for himself, if she forced him to.

Then, as quick as she had become hostile, she stopped. Her phone had gone off, it was time for her to get to school. His eye twitched when she called him "Al" and he called back, "You're welcome! I'll see you around later...Angelina." Though, he said the last part more to himself, really. He noticed her sketchbook, then. She had left it behind. He grabbed it and looked at the page. He let his own wings free then. He wondered why there was the misconception among humans that all angels had white wings. Well, He thought to himself, Most guardian angels have white wings. You only have red wings because you were never intended to be a guardian.

He knew then that he would get to see Angelina again. His heart swelled at the thought, he would get to speak with her again. He almost swooned, though he knew she wouldn't share the feeling, the excitement he felt from the very thought of another chance to speak with her. He looked up to the heavens, not able to conceal what he was thinking. He had fallen in love with Angelina Novacheck and refused to admit it. He would never say it, he wouldn't even think it, but it was oh so true. He loved her more than he ever thought he could love anything.

And he wouldn't admit it.