My Angel: Chapter Five
Riley's Point of View
Riley sat at his desk as he watched Ian's breath, slowly, return to normal. It had really freaked him out when Ian hadn't been able to tell him what was wrong.
'At least he could type.'
Riley spun around to face his computer and popped in a game. He sat playing when he heard movement on his bed. He turned around as Ian turned over onto his stomach, his rust colored hair falling to cover one of his eyes. Riley was glad that Ian's breathing had almost settled. Riley was just about to start up his game when he heard the front door open and close. He smiled to himself and headed down stairs.
"Hey, Gram. How'd it go?" he asked when he reached the kitchen.
"It went just fine, dear. All the doctor did was give me more medication for my arthritis." answered Riley's grandmother.
"Riley, do you know who's truck that is parked in front of the house?"
"New kid in school."
"I'm afraid I'll need more then that, dear."
Riley smiled at his grandmother.
"He gave me a ride home. Ha
My Angel: Chapter Four
Ian's Point of View
"So where are you going?" asked Josh.
"Music room. I'm meeting Riley and Mr.Ellis to talk about the recital." answered Ian as he slammed his locker.
Josh watched as his new friend shouldered his backpack. "You like Riley." it wasn't a question.
Ian's eyes went wide and a slight blush warmed his cheeks. All he was able to do was stare at the brunette.
Josh nodded. "I knew it!" he said with a grin.
Ian blushed a little more. "What does it matter?"
"Oh, it matters my friend." Josh said with a wink.
"Wait, you mean..."
"Riley's gay?" Josh cut in.
"Yeah, found out a couple years back. Or, at least I think he is..."
"What do you mean, you think?" asked Ian.
"You'd think the guy would share things like this with me. I mean we've known each other since we were five. But noooo! The kid hardly talks to me!" said Josh as he crossed his arms.
"Yeah, well. The guy doesn't even like me."
"Hey, don't worry about it. It may seem like he doesn't like you, but that's beca
What is Love
What is the thing we call love
It is the rain that falls on our homes
It is the wind that blows through our gardens
It is music that reminds us of our loved ones
It is the way a hug feels when we've been crying
It is the way a kiss from a grandparent feels
It is the way the snow falls as we watch from a window
It is the way we laugh at a friend's not so funny joke
It is the way we cry a a wedding
It is the way we morn the passing of a loved one
It is helping people who are in need of it
It is the way the candles on a cake glow
It is the feel of embracing a long miss friend
It is the sun on our skin during the summer months
It is the sand under our feet while walking on a beach
It is the fireworks that boom loudly in the night sky
It is the smell of an old book well loved
It is the smell that comes from the baking of bread
It is the gathering of those you care for most in the world
What is the thing we all call love
It is and always will be all of the little things that make us who we a
Flowing on in a never ending stream
The sound of our lives following paths
That we ourselves help to forge
Each of us having our own unique sound
It shows it's self through the way we talk
Through the way we move, the way we live
Through the way we care, the way we love
Our own way is the true way, the way of our hearts
To always be true to ourselves is the way we should live
To always follow that special sound that is yours and yours alone
The sound that is your Music Eternal
My Angel: Chapter Three
Riley's Point of View
Riley watched in disbelief as Ian's fingers flew across the ivory keys. He had heard the song played by the last pianist that had left Lawrence the year before. But that kid had never played it like this. The melody flowed in a gentle way that made Riley close his eyes as he listened. The song spoke volumes to Riley. He felt so many emotions wrapped around every notes as the song played. Joy and laughter, sorrow and loss. It felt as if Riley's heart was being broken open by another emotion that was hidden even deeper in the melody. The more he listened, the more he felt himself relax. Riley glanced over at Josh and saw that the teen had his head laid back with eyes closed. When he looked at some of the other students, he saw the same reaction in them. At least two girls had tears in their eyes, and even Tommy was looking at Ian in shock. Mr.Ellis was also captivated by the beauty of the song that he had heard many people attempt before. He was sure that the compos
My Angel: Chapter Two
Ian's Point of View
After he had introduced himself, Ian smiled a little when he heard the gasps of every girl in class. He didn't even care that some of the guys were laughing at him. He was used to it by now. The only thing that bothered him was the look he was getting from one of the boys towards the back of the room. The blonde was giving Ian an extremely dirty look. Ian let this go. He wasn't the type to let things bother him for to long. If any trouble came up with the guy later on, well, then he would just have to deal with it when he did. Besides, there was something else that took priority over the blonde. Ian looked back to the second to last seat in the room. The boy who was sitting there was trying to look out of the window, but was failing horribly. The two met each others gaze, and Ian had to stop his jaw from dropping. Violet. The guy had violet eyes. And his hair was, was.....beautiful. There was just no other way to put it. Before Ian could admire the boy anymore, his
Dark clouds roll with a thunder over head,
Bringing the child out of her warm bed.
To her mother's side the little one does go,
Who is watching the rain on the window as it does flow.
A tug on her shirt brings her to look at the girl,
Lifts her to her lap and runs a finger around a curl.
'Why does it have to rain' asks the little one,
'Because with out the rain we could not have spring time fun'.
'Why does there have be lightning?' she asks in fear,
'So we can watch the rain at night and not shed a tear'.
'Why does the thunder have to be so loud?' her voice a little sad,
'So we can tell how far a storm has come and gone, so we know its not so bad'.
'Were you afraid of the storms when you were little,too?'
'Yes, but mother told me these same things so that the things I feared would be few'
The child sat on her mother's lap and watched out the window as the storm still came,
A little smile on the mother's lips and she and her child watched the now gentle rain.