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I feebily stuck my quivering hand in the air, and tried as hard as possible to manage somewhat of a grin. To be honest I'm sure it turned out to be more of a lop-sided smirk, but Carter, and I really did have trouble acknowledging him as that, seemed to get what I was going for. He then pulled his navy blue backpack on, which seemed to be shielding his angel wings, and jogged over to where i was frozen on the side walk, with my arm still shaking violently in the air, and the same stupid look on my face. My heart sped up so fast as I realized he was coming towards me, I was sure it was about to sprint on out of my chest and keep going for a mile or two.

"God, Karleigh. Get a hold of yourself woman! This is just a boy. And he's probably not even real! Now get your arm down to the side of your body, this instance." My arm did as I had told it to. (Great now I was talking to parts of my body...just great) "Now, wipe that idiotic look off your face and for God's sake girl,  look like you're mentally compitent, whether it's true or not!"

I did as I had told myself to do. I quickly gained composure, and managed to not let my knees buckle underneath me, luckily a metal post was nearby holding up the canopy, it turns out it was good at holding me up too. Carter had finally arrived at my perch. And now I was sure that sheer humiliation was coming my way. This is how I saw it, either A. this Guy, or God rather, was real, and I was about to pass out in front of him again, assuring him that he was deffinetly the reason of my lack of mental stability. Or B. he was fake, and I was about to go un-concious once again for absolutley no reason. This was just my luck, great. Just great.

"Umm, Hey! How are you? Are you okay? I know you just fell out yesterday morning, and I felt really abd, I mean I wanted to come check on you, but then I thought you might think I was creepy. So I didn't and so here I am now, Oh. Wow. I'm rambling. I'm sorry." He was rambling. And I didn't care, the more he rambled the less I talked, and the mor I got to listen to his angelic voice, and stare into those magnificent eyes. But of course I couldn't stare in his eyes. It hurt too much. It's strange, I'd never experienced something so beautiful that it hurt before.

"QUICK!" I thought to myself, "SAY SOMETHING!!! ANYTHING!!!"

"Uhh, uhh...Oh, yeah I'm fine. thanks." I managed to stutter out.

"Well that's great! I hope you don't mind me asking, but uhh did they ever figure out why you passed out?" He inquired.

"Umm, I skipped breakfast, I always do. i guess it just caught up with me." I lied.

I was a horrible person. How could I lie to an angel. I LIED TO A FREAKIN' ANGEL. WHAT IN THE HECK WAS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?! I was talking to myself, Imagining perfect people with perfect cars, and THEN I lied to an angel! I was such a screw-up.

"Oh well, you ought not do that. You'll keep passing out, tell me did you eat this morning?"

I couldn't bare to lie to his perfect face, his perfect voice again, "No. I didn't eat this morning."

He stared at me in disbelief, "Well then C'mon." he sighed. He took my hand which sent electric currents through my fingers, down my arm, and into the very core of my being. It was tingly, and shocking, but not painful, it felt good. My body had never fel that way before. He dragged me through the crowd of people on the side walk. by this time I figured out that he had to be real, his body was warm to my touch, and also because people seemed to be in disbelief that he was touching me. Which i didn't blame them, I was in disbelief as well. When we finally stopped at the vending machine he got me a bottle of apple juice and a pack of peanut-butter crackers.

"Now, these are no where near acceptable for breakfast from now on. You must eat at home. Please Karleigh?" Carter pleaded.

It seemed so wrong for someone that perfect to have to plead for anything, which really it was unneccesarry but he did never the less.

I managed to shake out a nod, but I was in a daze. He was real, my Greek God. Who was i kidding? MY Greek God? Not a chance. but I mean, Carter, was real. I didn't imagine him, I wasn't sooo crazy afterall.

This much I knew was true:

• Carter was real.
• I wasn't crazy.
• He touched me.
• He worried about me.
• And, he had an AWSOME car.

 

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