Storybird

We got on the subway that was heading to down town New York. Tiffany stood next to me, continuously glancing at Jase. Jase kept turning his head towards us, but he didn’t seem to be looking at Tiffany.
“Isn’t he cute, Ange? He’s so perfect!” She whispered, slightly bouncing on her toes. I nodded smiling widely. “Absolute perfection.” I sighed, relieved that for once this was going to work.
Jase began to make his way over to us. Once he was right next to me, he flashed a pearly white smile at us. “Hi. I’m Jase. What’s your name?” I smiled, just waiting for Tiffany to respond. She didn’t. Instead, she was giggling, nudging me with her elbow. Jase repeated himself. “What’s your name?” I stood there, completely confused.
“Angel.” I blurted.
NO! I just told a human that I’m an Angel! How am I going to cover this up? What do I do? The boss is going to kill me!
“Angel-ina! Angelina! That’s my name.” I laughed nervously.
Jase smirked. “Well, that’s too bad, because from now on I’m going to call you Angel. So, Angel, are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.”
Tiffany was squealing her head off. I stepped on her toe. “Ow!” she whispered. “Stop.It.” I muttered through my smile.
“Yeah, I’m new here. Tiffany was just showing me around.”
On the outside, I was smiling. On the inside, I was screaming, “NO! DON’T CALL ME ANGEL! NO NO NO NO NO!”
Jase leaned a little closer to me. I leaned back, falling into Tiffany. Tiffany stumbled back into the arms of Tyler. Tyler smiled down at her, and she smiled back. They left Jase and I alone in a matter of minutes.
Wait, I was wrong. Jase wasn’t Tiffany’s soul mate. Tyler was. Does that mean...
“So, would you like me to continue the tour?” Jase wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I looked down at his hand, which was draped perfectly on the right shoulder. “I-I’m sorry, Jase. I have to go.” I rushed off at the next stop, leaving Jase behind.

I met Tiffany at the diner. We chatted over hamburgers and sodas. Tiffany just kept going on and on about Tyler. I know I’m a Love Angel and all, but when they talk this long about one boy, it can get annoying.
“Oh, and his eyes! They’re just so...so...,” she slumped down on the table, a faraway look in her eyes, “Perfect.” She immediately popped back up. “So, how’d it go with you and Jase?” She said “Jase’ extra long, her tone increasingly getting higher and then lower again, like a hill on a roller coaster.
I sighed. “Fine.” I said abruptly.
Tiffany looked at me like I was a mad man. She slammed her fists down on the table. “Fine? Fine! Honey, Mama don’t do “fine.” I need all the juicy details! Now, spill.”
I pulled the turtleneck of my white sweater over my mouth. “Ilefthim.” I mumbled into the cotton. “What?”
I took my matching white beanie off my head and put my face in it. “Ilefthimonthetrain.” I said a little louder into the hat. Tiffany began to look angry. I put my wavy brown hair in my mouth. “Isortofkindoflefthimbehindonthesubway.”
Tiffany screamed in frustration. Luckily, we were the only ones in the restaurant. “I swear, if you put your foot in your mouth I will turn this table upside down!” I threw a fry at her. “I left him behind on the train, okay?”
She flipped the table. “What! You did what! I can’t believe you would dump a perfectly good boy like that! I can’t be with you anymore, Angelina. I got to go.” she shoved her sweater on, and huffed out of the restaurant. I sat there, staring at the mess she made.

Once I got to the house my mother and father were staying in for the month, which was a very large house, I ran to my room and flopped onto my large bed. “Arrrrgggghhhhhh!” I moaned into my satin pillow.
You see, when angels come to earth, they have to act like humans. That means living in houses, no flying, and no fancy angel outfits. But, living on earth does have its priorities. Angels are always rich. No matter where they are, they always live in fancy houses and have fancy things.
My mom came up to my room. She’s a Nature Angel. Her dress was covered in dirt. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” she said soothingly, rubbing my back. “I. Am. Done. With. Boys.” My mom was a bit surprised by this. “You’re a Love Angel, you can’t be done with boys.”
I rolled over onto the floor. I landed on my soft zebra print (no live zebras were harmed in the making of this rug) rug. “I’m not talking about boys for other people, Mom. I’m talking about boys and me. I always end up freaking out and messing up.”
My mom walked over and laid on her stomach across from me. “What happened this time?”

I finished telling her what happened.
“I can’t stop thinking about him, Mom! His chocolate brown eyes, bright ginger hair, that smirk. Man, that smirk drives me crazy. I just can’t stand it. Do I get a soul mate too, Mom? What if my soul mate is human? I’m immortal.” My mom sighed slightly at my last comment. “You’ll find out soon, dear. Dinner will be ready soon. Be down in 10.”

After dinner, I received a text from Tiffany:
Hey. Sry bout dinner. I gave Jase your cell number. Kay?”
I texted back “Kay.”
Inside, I wanted to say: “NO! ARE YOU CRAZY! JASE WILL FIND OUT!”

The next day I got a text from Jase:
Are you okay?
I stared down at it for a while. I responded:
Not really
Jase replied almost immediately:
It’s me, isn’t it.
I was in shock:
What? No! It’s totally all me.
He apparently took that as sarcasm:
Well, if you feel that way...
I nearly screamed from worry and excitement:
No! No! Don’t leave! Please, just meet me at the diner at eight?
It took him a while to respond:
Okay

I arrived to find Jase sitting on the staircase the lead to the basement. I sat down next to him. I noticed he was wearing earplugs, so I decided to surprise him. I jumped in front of him.
“AH!” he screamed and fell down a few steps. He scrambled back up next to me. “You could’ve just said Hi!” he whimpered. “My way was more fun.”
After a slightly heated conversation, we finally sorted out the issues. Jase forgave me.
“So, Angel, have ever told you that you look like you’re glowing?” I held my breath. Then I smiled.
What I said:
“No.”
What my mind said:
“OMG PLEASE DON’T FIND OUT PLEASE!!!!!!”

Anywho, he continued. “You do. It’s almost like....there’s a lamp behind you at all times.” I sighed. “Really? That’s....inventive.”
I’m glad he didn’t say angel, but come on, he could of came up with something better than a lamp.
I put my head on his shoulder. “I get really confused about this stuff.” he jumped up, and my head fell to the floor.
“What? You seem like you know all about it!”
I sat up. “Firstly, OW! Secondly, I normally help other people with love, not myself.” he gasped so loudly I could swear he sucked all of the air out of the room. “You should always save time for your own love life!”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have time for that.”
“Well, I’m going to change that.”
“No, really, I don’t have-“
“Tomorrow. My house. Five A.M. Be there.”