Is this the end? I'm afraid so, my loves, and I know it looks like a cliffhanger but I'm giving you the chance to choose an ending you want. All of them together as things once were. As friends. Or just Paris and Marcos. However you'd want it. You can imagine it as that, but till when next we have a chance we meet, I bid you all my reader's, farewell. And do not forget, V loves you. All of you.
"Look how the mighty has fallen." Alex Parker couldn't help the smile coming on her face as she stared at the raven haired male in front of her who had the stupidest look on his face."You're making it a bigger deal than it really is."She heard herself snort as she pressed a finger on his sports jacket. "You're one to talk. I mean, you literally never talk to me, remember? And now you want to be my boyfriend? I'm not exactly sure that's how this works."Paris Holmes heard an hiss leave his lips. "Why does it have to make sense?"Alex rolled her eyes. God, boys were so stupid. "'Caaaaause, stupid Sherlock, I can't just date someone I don't know."He folded his arms together. "You do know me. We have been in the same class since sophomore year."She rolled her eyes and moved away, now playing with a stone on the ground with her feet. "Well, duh. But we don't like talk, you know, that sort of stuff. Besides, you were banging my ex best friend." Then she sighed and shrugged. "Not that I
Alex Parker couldn't sleep.Not like it was the first time that this was happening. She barely ever was able to sleep at night, and when she eventually did, she found herself awake in the early hours of the day.Her head would pound like hell, and she knew she could stop it. Could make the pain go away.All she had to do, was finish the book she was reading.It sounded so easy, didn't it? Except it really wasn't. What she had to read were unnecessary because she had read them time and time again. She could barely take anymore.Yet her anxiety kicked in. Telling her 'just one more page. It'd be fine. Everything would be fine.'But she knew giving into that voice was pointless. She'd never feel safe, and everything wouldn't be fine, so Alex did what she always did every night when this happened. She took her pills and sat beside her bed, head buried into her hands while she waited for her alarm clock to ring.As she did so, her eyes stayed lm the book on the table that seemed to be taun
Marcos Gomez woke up feeling cold. He had always been a light sleeper so the fact that when he reached out to his side of the bed and found it empty, woke him immediately.His heart raced all of a sudden, but quickly slowed as he spotted her at his desk, back bent over a book as she read silently.It wasn't like he didn't know about her compulsion to read every time, but he still founded it soothing for him. It was one of the moments when she didn't look happy or sad, she just looked stuck in a place, but at peace, sort of.Marcos gathered the blankets around his body and stared at her, head rested on his shoulder. Minutes passed and neither of them moved until he heard her sigh and shut the book close, her hand quickly moving to her head as she rubbed it before she put her hand into her pocket and brought her pill bottle.Marcos' eyes slanted as he watched her put six pills on her hand and was about to throw it in her mouth before he coughed.She shook like she was just waking up fro
Paris Holmes woke up with his leg burning like someone had just set it on fire.Cursing, he sat up on his bed, clutching the stupid thing before crawling off it and waking to his wardrobe, opening the drawers.He was quite sure that he hadn't broken his bone and that this was a sprain, but the way it was currently hurting made him want to reconsider his diagnosis.Finding a compression bandage in the third drawer, he took it out and sat on his chair, raising his now bruising leg.Paris winced at the way it was beginning to have a purple tint to it and it definitely was looking worse than yesterday but he knew him going to a hospital would risk his Father finding out and the man would do anything to make sure he never held a basketball in his hand again.Now biting hard on the handle of his hair brush, he began to wrap the bandage around his calf tight, but not too much, grunting as the pain made sweat form over his forehead before he finished and used a clip fastener to keep it in pla
Alex sighed and moved away from her boyfriend and walked back to her chair. "Alright, the big bad wolf is gone.""The big— What?"The cookie smelling boy was standing beside her special classroom, special not being an exclusively comforting term, while she stared at the new textbooks she brought.Yes, they were relatively new but because of her habit, she kept rereading them. Alex hated it, but it was sort of comforting sometimes when she found herself studying her biology textbook all over again."Alex, —.""Someone followed you, Eros." She flipped open the book. "And they stood there for a while, so they probably listened to what I said to you.""You knew that?" She could hear him stand erect now. "How—?"Alex bent her head backwards and watched him upside down as she said with a smile on her face, "You have this sugary smell on you every time, but this time, after you came, there was something stronger and it lingered there for a while. So therefore, someone was standing at my door
"My Grandma just found out that being gay isn't a bad thing and just came to terms with it. How am I supposed to make her understand that me being asexual is totally cool?""Aromantic.""What?""You're an Aro, not an Ace.""Oh. What's the difference again?"Marcos sighed as his best and only friend stared at him through his phone screen. "Asexual means you don't exactly feel sexual attraction for anyone while Aromantic means you don't exactly feel romantic attraction to anyone.""And I'm what, exactly?"The male put clothes into the washing machine and set it into rinse before replying. "You are Aromantic. You feel sexual attraction but nothing romantic.""Oh." Ace said as he ran a finger through his hair and relaxed back into his bed. "That actually sucks now that I think of it that way. Can I get married?""Of course, you can get married." Marcos replied, chuckling. "But you don't have to. Do you want to?"Ace stared at the ceiling for a while before saying in a small voice. "I want
Marcos had no idea when he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. All he remembered was hugging a pillow, and then a second after, a finger was trailing itself across his cheek. "You look beautiful when you sleep, Eros."His eyes opened first, meeting her dark ones that stared back at him with a smile on her face. "Baby."Relief flooded him at that moment. All Marcos wanted to do, was jump into her arms and squeeze the air out of her but if it meant nothing had happened to her, it meant she had deliberately been ignoring him.He slowly sat up, his voice low. "I'm sorry, Mommy."She reached out for him. "For what?"He studied her face, and he knew. Alex wasn't in the slightest upset. Infact, she looked... Excited, for some reason. "You're not— You're not mad at me?""You aren't naked, yes, but—" Her eyes moved down his body. "I'm in a good mood today."Marcos should have been happy that she was in a good mood. He knew that. But he was her happy pill. School always had her grumpy. So
It was common for the Holmes to have dinner together. Not that Paris had a problem with it since the table was about ten metres long and he was far away from his Father and Mother, was still locked in her room.The only problem he had, was when Sebastian felt it was alright to actually talk to him during dinner because he had really hoped they had both entered a vow of silence by now.But it was Sebastian Holmes. He never kept to anything."I called your school today."He paused. That was new. His Father never cared to check on his school activities, unless the school called him themselves.Which also meant, what ever he was about say would not be pleasant to Paris' ears. "And your grades are... Still quite remarkable."But, Paris mentally added."But this girl, this— ." Sebastian wiped his mouth with a napkin and put back his cutlery in place. "This Parker girl. She is still the best student, and you're number two."Paris felt the veins on his forehead began to appear, but he said no
Alex... Marcos found himself shuffling through the book, panicking. This couldn't be the last one. If it was, that meant that she had died, a-and he didn't want to imagine that. Still, he found nothing. Crazily, he flipped through the pages again, this time, watching only one fall out before hurriedly picking it and skimming through the pages. This time, it was from his Abuela, telling Alex that it was probably the last time she was going to send her later as she felt her time was running out and asked to be cremated while the female would be the one in charge of her ashes, pouring it in a place that she treasured most, that day being today. It was a copy of the original one, as that version had already been sent to Alexandra. Immediately, Marcos was off the floor, the letter in his hand as he hurried down the stairs and entering the kitchen, startling his Mother, Elise and Paris, but he ignored their looks focusing on Maria, saying in spanish so they wouldn't understand, "Where
"And the Prince and Princess lived together happily ever after, the end," The little boy's Abuela said, her old eyes twinkling as she stared down at the boy on her laps, saying in spanish, "What do you think, my treasure?"The boy, even at a tender age, was able to make people stop and stare at his beauty, though his Abuela was quite aware that he was unaware of it now, the feature would be too hard to ignore in the future. "But didn't the Prince get hurt?""Hurt?""Yes," He nodded, twisting his body around so he could stare at his Abuela, brown innocent eyes staring with worry and concern. "When he was fighting the dragons and trolls to save the Princess. I don't remember her saying she would help heal his wounds,"She smiled kindly at the child, her voice soft as she said, "Not all Princesses care for that. All they care for is being free from their Castles."A pout appeared on his face. "That's bad."She chuckled now. "Well, when you're a Princess, you can try changing things."The
They got to his house after three hours, the whole ride being completely silent before entering into his home, the heeled boots male staring at the compartment, his voice small, "This place lacks life."It was a mansion of a house, with every area drenched in white, save for other things like flowers, the TV, the coffee table but everything else was plain and dull looking for a colour like that."I'm barely ever here," Paris answered gruffly, now at the bar area section as he asked, "Would you like to drink something?""Red wine, do you have a bottle of Le Chapeau?" The amber eyed male didn't know if Marcos had asked that question to mock him or because he truly wanted it because a Le Chapeau bottle was truly one of the rarest and most expensive bottles in the world.Thank God he was a partner of the company that believed in having a bottle of it for good luck. "Yes.""Mhm," Marcos kept walking around, his arms folded, "I bet you've never brought anyone here before."Paris popped ope
Time: Seven years after the incident with Alexandra. Location: Italy. A company belonging to the Sicilian Mafia.The muffled sounds of someone screaming got his attention.Paride Casio raised his head slowly, a distasteful look in his eyes. His raven hair covered his left eye as looked over the round glasses he had on at the blond make tied on the chair in front of him, his Halo ring glowing.With the years that had passed by, the softness of his face had morphed into hardness. High cheekbones. A sharp chin. Pronounced jaws.And the tattoos. The tattoos couldn't be ignored.Black ink decorated every part of his neck, trailing down to his back that held the mark of the Order while his chest held the one he treasured the most. Some part of the tattoo even showed as the first three buttons of his shirt were off, his black waistcoat hugging his perfect figure.Paride looked like the Angel of Death.Slowly, he placed the book with the name 'A Thousand Ways to Torture A Person While Keepin
He watched as Alexandra played the violin resting on her shoulder, her movements soft, teary even with a stoic look on her face. The song could have moved anyone to tears, if she had put more emotion into it, and as she stopped, waiting for an answer from him, he told her the same thing."Hmm," Had been her reply as she returned the violin back into it's case, standing to stretch her body before Paris heard himself ask, "What did you really want from Marcos?"Alex paused, her eyes staring up at him. Empty. Soulless. "Did he not tell you?"It had been the first time he had spoken to her without being told to, but he didn't care. He needed to know what exactly her plans were. "I'm supposed to believe what you told him?"She stared at him. Even now, wearing a tank top and sweatpants, it was clear that she had honed her body into perfection. She was healthier than she had ever been. Beautiful. "Do you know those are the longest sentences you've ever said to me? I should take Marcos out on
Paris Holmes was not the same as he was at the beginning of his Senior year and he still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad one. Once upon a time, his only problem had been self absorbed, completely empty brained people and a man that towered over him, reminding Paris that he belonged to him and there was nothing he could do about it.But now, his problems had changed drastically, one of them being more adamant than the others and this came as a person with the name of Alexander Parker.Paris had found out within a short period that Alexander had not even been in his real name, just the English version of it and all of his men and women referred to him as Alessandro Casio, the Don of the Italian Mafia and Carnefecina.It would have been hard for him to believe how dangerous the male could be if he hadn't experienced his cruelty himself. Alexander gave off the aura of a weakling, a coward most of the time which made it very easy for people to underestimate him, and most of the t
Alexandra Parker stood, resting on the bonnet of a black sports car. Her head was still short, though now, some parts of it curled around her head, her glasses on while she had on a black shirt tucked into ash and black checkered pants with an ash coat over her shoulder and behind her were replicas of the one beside him.As he got closer, he found himself noticing every single new detail. She looked more... Free than he had ever seen on. Her shoulders relaxed, an uncaring look in her eyes. The aura radiating from her demanding obedience and awe from every single person.She was... Glowing. And he had no idea if that was a good or bad thing.When Marcos was close enough, he realized she had grown taller as well, the look in her eyes showing she noticed she was some inches taller than him. For the first few minutes, all they did was stare at each other, her looking as if she was noting some things about him before she said, "You look different than the last time,"Even her voice was dif
"When did you start caring about basketball?" Ace Danvers asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Finally, they had returned back to their natural state as the weirdo duo, away from the prying popular's, and Ace... Wasn't exactly happy with the information.Marcos Gomez, on the other hand, kept his eyes staring down at the court below him, his face filled with glee. His hair was packed in two pigtails, glittery green eyeshadow and peach coloured lipgloss, wearing a see through shirt, tucked into a high waist plaid skirt.His hair still had it's butterfly clips, his beauty almost blinding lately, though everyone around him noticed it more than he did. He was still... Shy, and uncomfortable with crowds, but it didn't stop him from joining in other school activities. Not the ones that put him in public eye, no, he was more of the community work type.That also, didn't stop people from trying to talk to him.It was no surprise that Marcos was the most beautiful boy in all of Wystwood High, but it w
Lil Nas X ft Miley Cyrus- Am I dreaming?~"Hey," Alex felt a hand reach out for hers. Lighter than hers, but not... White, and when she looked at who it was, the face... Was all blurry, scratchy. The person laughed now. "Always so serious, A. Try relaxing sometimes,"Another one clamped itself on her shoulder, thicker, heavier causing her to look up. This person was... Fairer. Pale, in a sense. Their face was the same with the other person, their voice more mature than the one that spoke first. "Honestly, Parker, I already do enough frowning for both of us.""Who are you?" She heard herself ask, looking back at the other person seated beside her. "And... And why can't I see your faces?"They laughed at her now. "Maybe you don't deserve seeing our faces."Alex started. "No, I don't mean—"The one behind her bent to her ear, whispering, "Oh, Alex, always destroying everything she touches.""What —"Suddenly, they held her head, slamming it into a basin of water. Alex had no idea where