Fallen Angel
Megan Cox

Do you believe in angels? No? Why not? Oh, I guess I'll stop asking questions. But it's hard for me to believe, that your believe angels don't exist. I mean, when your time comes, where are you going to go?
Well, I guess there are the skeptics out there, who believe in reincarnation, and that's fine with me. But myself, I believe in angels. I don't know why, but I guess I kind of have to after a friend of mine told me something that had happened to a friend of hers a couple of years back.
What happened you ask? Well, I guess I'll tell you . . .

"Pass it here!"
"No! Over here!"
"JC! You're not even on my team!"
"Just pass it to me anyway!"
The boys from the group *N Sync had decided to take a break from Playstation, and go outside to play b-ball. Of course, as we all know, Justin and Chris are the only really good players!
Surprisingly, Justin passed the ball to Joey, who had no clue what to do with it.
"THROW IT AT THE NET!" Justin yelled, pointing at the net. Joey tossed the ball, and it actually went in! "Holly smokes!" said Justin. "We won! We won! In your face JC!"
"No fair!" Chris pouted. "We got stuck with Lance!"
"Hey!"
"Sorry. No offense!"
"Whatever!" Lance said, walking over to the bench. Joey picked up the ball, and just dribbled it around the court a little. The whole group was silent.
They listened to the calm sounds of the Floridian night. Like the chirpping crickets, and the rushing water in a near-by stream.
"This is so beautiful," Chris sighed.
"Yeah," JC added.
The calm silence of the night was loudly interupted, by a shrill scream coming from over the hill.
"What the hell was that?" Lance asked, looking up.
"I don't know," Joey replied.
"Think we should go check it out?" Justin asked.
"I guess," JC said. "I mean, if someone is hurt or something, we should help them, right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and walked out of the court. The walked over the grassy hill, and looked out onto the field below them.
"Whoever screamed is gone," Chris said softly. Everyone looked around some more, then came to the conclusion that Chris was right.
"Hey wait!" JC said. "What's that?" Everyone looked to where he was pointing to see someone, or something, laying on the ground in the middle of the field.
"Let's go check it out!" Justin said. Everyone ran down the steep hill, and came to a stop when the stood only meters from what they had all seen.
"What is it?" Joey asked. Chris stepped up, and looked at it.
"I . . . it's a girl."
"Is . . . she alive?"
Chris knelt down, and placed his hand on her neck to try and find a paulse.
"Yep," he replied. "She's alive."
Chris was breathtaken by her beauty. Her hair was long, and curly, and in it were two sparkling white butterfly hair clips. She wore a short, slightly tight white dress, that was cut just a little above her knees.
She stirred slightly, which caused Chris to take a step back.
"She's waking up," Lance said. She opened her eyes to reveal the almost crystal blue color to them.
"Ar . . . are you okay?" Chris asked.
"I . . . I think so," she replied, sitting up.
"Do you want us to take you back to our place?" JC asked.
"Well, sure," she replied. "But, I can't stand up."
"No problem!" Joey said. "I'll carry you."
"Well, thanks a whole bunch!" she said. "That was quiet a fall!"
"I'll say!" Justin said. "We heard you scream."
Joey smiled as he bent down to pick her up. But as soon as he did, everyone seemed to go into a state of shock.
There were a few white feathers on the ground. And on her back, were two white, feathered wings. Trying to forget the wings on her back, they all walked back to Justin's place. Joey set her down on the couch, as JC went to go get an ice-pack.
"So," said Chris, "um--"
"Yes," she said. "I do belong to the divine. I'm an angel."
"But--"
"I fell from heaven."
"Wh--"
"Because I have a duty to do."
"Wha--"
"To bring someone true happiness."
"Wow!" said Chris. "That was pretty--"
"Freakish? I know."
JC walked over to her, and placed the ice-pack on her leg.
"Thank-you, Joshua."
JC's eyes widened.
"How did--"
"Over there is young Justin, to his left his the forever caring James, beside him is the flirtatious Joseph, sitting by me is the playful Christopher, and standing in front of me is the mature Joshua," she said, pointing everyone out.
"Well, we just go by Justin, Lance, Joey, Chris and JC," Lance said.
"I shall remember that," the angel said.
"Can we ask questions now without you answering them before we can ask them?" Chris asked.
"Yes you may. But I shall be brief, not too many questions. For I am very tired."
"Understood," Chris said.
"So," started JC, "what's your name?"
"Up in heaven, I am called Chandaila. For reasons I do not know. But, I like to be called Megan when ever possible."
"Megan it is then!" Joey said. "So, what are you doing here?"
"God believes that I have not done any good for the world in the past three hundred years. So he told me to go down to Earth, and find someone to bring happiness to. And I cannot go back until I do," Megan replied.
She glanced at all of them, and rubbed her leg.
"Are any of you in need of happiness?"
"I can't say that we are," JC replied. "We have everything we could possibly want."
"Are you sure of that?" Megan asked.
"Absolutely sure," Lance said.
"Well then," Megan said, "I shall be going then soon after my leg heals to find someone to give happiness to."
"Why don't you just stay here?" Chris asked. "I mean, we don't mind!"
"Thank you ever so much, Chris!" Megan said, embracing him in a hug. "I hope I will not be a problem for you."
"Think nothing of it!" Chris said. Megan smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled back. He couldn't help but wonder if he himself was happy enough, but he also couldn't help but think of how beautiful Megan was. Megan had fallen asleep on the couch, while everyone else was in the kitchen.
"What are we gonna do?" Lance asked.
"What do you mean?" Joey asked.
"We can't keep her here!"
"Why not?" Chris asked. "She's got nowhere else to go."
"Did you ever suspect that maybe she's not an angel? She might be a fan, just out to get our attention," Lance said.
"I myself believe she is truely an angel," JC said. "Think about it for a second, Lance. She's got wings!"
Lance sighed. "I suppose," he said. "But, why would she fall near us?"
"Because of the laws of gravity?" Chris asked sarcastically.
"Very funny," Lance said. "But, why wouldn't she just fly down?"
"I think one of her wings might be injured too," Joey said.
"Might be," Justin said, shrugging his shoulders.
Chris looked over at her as she stirred, and then sat up. She looked over at Chris, and smiled. He smiled back, almost blushing.
"Hello, Chris," she said.
"Hi," he said back. He stood up and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up off the couch, and looked into her eyes. "Need help standing up?"
"No, but thank you. I think I shall be fine now," Megan replied.
"Great. Is your wing hurt at all?" Chris asked.
"It appears to be fine," Megan replied. "But thank you for asking."
"Great," Chris said again. Chris could feel the redness coming to his cheeks as Megan smiled at him, and held his hands.
"Chris, you are blushing," she said.
"That's because you're so pretty."
"Thank you," Megan replied. "But I must warn you, do not get attached to me."
"Why not?"
"Because you know that I can not stay."
"You don't use contractions, do you?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Never," Megan replied. "Why must we?"
"I don't see your point."
"Do not worry, no one ever does."

Chris sat in his room, reading a book, when there was a light knock at his door.
"Come in," he said softly. The door opened, and there stood Megan, smiling at him. Chris smiled back at her, and blushed yet again. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing," Megan replied, "I just came to see you."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Megan replied, walking up to Chris, and sitting on his bed. "It may seem a little straight-forward, but I know that you are in need of happiness."
"Me?"
"Yes, you," Megan replied. "Something is missing in your life, and I intend to help you find it." Megan placed her hand over Chris's heart, and closed her eyes. "You need someone to love. Your heart is crying out for something or someone. You need love."
"We have a song about that," Chris said. Megan smiled and looked up at him.
"Tomorrow, I shall take you out, and help you find someone."
"But won't everyone be a little freaked when they see an angel?" Chris inquired.
"Oh!" Megan laughed. "Oh no! I shall be invisible, so only you will be able to see me."
"Sweet!" Chris said. Megan giggled, and stood up.
"Remember, tomorrow shall be a new day, and we will find you someone to love," she said, as she began to walk out of Chris's room.
"Alright," Chris said, as she left and closed the door behind her.
Chris fell down on his bed and couldn't help but feel . . . wrong.
'Is it just me,' he asked himself, 'or am I truely in love with an angel?'

The next morning, Chris awoke to the sounds of singing birds. He turned over on his back, and looked around. Megan sat at his desk, looking at her nails.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, sitting up.
"You do not remember?" she asked, standing up. Chris looked her up and down.
She was even more beautiful today then she was yesterday! At least, he thought. She had the same outfit as yesterday, only her cheeks seemed brighter, and she wore a pair of white high-heels.
"Of course I remember," Chris said, kicking the covers of his bed off his body. "But I just woke up, why do I--"
"Because we need to get a head start. And it is also eleven o'clock."
Chris looked at the digital clock beside his bed, and laughed.
"I must've slept in," he said.
"Yes, you did," Megan said, pulling him up. "Now get dressed. I want to make you happy."
"Uh, before I do, I have a question for you."
"And what might that be?"
"Well, actually, two questions."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Um, how old are you?"
"Three hundred and twenty four."
Chris's eyes widened.
"But, I am only twenty four. That's how old I was when I died."
"Uh, that's my second question. How did you die?"
"It was an act of courage, Chris," Megan said, walking up to him. "I lived with my mother, father, sister, and pet dog, Rascal. One evening, there was a fire at our farm. My sister, Christine, would always go to the barn late at night, and write poetry. The fire was caused by a thunder storm, and Christine was in there. I took it upon myself to go out there and save her. I got her out, but I never made it. A rafter fell on top of me, and burned me alive."
"Oh god," Chris said softly.
"But, to tell you the truth, I have enjoyed being an angel. There are so many things that happen now that never would've happened then," Megan said.
"Like what?"
Megan walked up to Chris, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I never would have met you."

Chris walked down the street, trying to ignore the fact that someone was walking beside him, but yet, was not.
"See anyone yet?" Chris asked.
"Not anyone worthy of your love," Megan replied.
They continued to walk a little more, until Megan grabbed his arm, and looked him in the eye.
"Over there," she said, pointing.
Chris looked over to see a beautiful young women. She had long blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. She had a nice figure, and long legs.
"Forget it!" said Chris. "She wouldn't like me."
"Just try it!" Megan said.
"Well, alright."
Chris casually walked over to her. She was sitting on a park bench, reading a book.
"Um, hi."
The young lady looked up at him, and smiled.
"Hi," she said softly. "Wanna sit?"
"Uh, I guess."
Chris sat down next to her, and smiled.
"I'm Chris."
"I'm Autumn."
"Nice to meet you, Autumn," Chris said, shaking her hand.
"Likewise," Autumn said.
"Um, are you free tonight?"
"That all depends. Are you asking me out?"
"I guess so."
"Sure," Autumn said. "Here's my address," she said, pulling a small card out of her purse.
"Gee, thanks!" Chris said. "Pick ya up at seven?"
"Okay."
Autumn got up and walked away. Megan sat down next to Chris, and smiled.
"She seems really nice."
"Yeah. She does, doesn't she?"
Chris knew he was lying. He didn't like her. He didn't like her at all.
He knew he loved Megan . . . but he knew that she wouldn't let him love her.

It was late that night, and Megan, JC and Justin were watching televison.
"Well," said JC, "I'm going to sleep."
"JC, are you forever going to go to sleep at only ten o'clock?" Megan inquired.
"Maybe," JC replied, shrugging his shoulders and going upstairs to his bedroom. Megan laughed a little, and sat back. Justin looked at her, and smiled.
"How will you know when you've made somebody happy?"
"God will send a shooting star across the sky late the night that I have done my duty."
"Bitchin'!" Justin said. "I wanna be there. Shooting stars are so pretty."
"You are more than welcome to come then," Megan said, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Just then, the door opened, and Chris walked.
"Chris," Megan started, "how was your date with Autumn?"
"Terrible!" Chris yelled. "She dumped me before we could even get to the movie theater."
"That is so cruel!" Justin said.
"And the freaky thing about it was that we were gonna go see 'Cruel Intentions'!" Chris said.
"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that," Megan said.
"It's alright," Chris said. "It probably wouldn't have worked out anyway."
Megan and Justin watched silently as Chris walked upstairs to his bedroom.
"I am going upstairs to talk with him. See you tomorrow, Justin."
"Buh-bye!"

Chris sat in his room, thinking about the past night. He didn't really care that Autumn had dumped him. He deep within his heart that he loved Megan. Even if she was an angel, he still loved her.
There was a knock at his door, just as he was getting ready to go to bed.
"Come in," he said softly.
The door opened, and Megan walked in.
"Megan. Hi," Chris said.
"Hello, Chris," Megan said, walking into his room. "Chris, I sense that there is something you are not telling me."
"Well . . . yeah. I guess."
"Are you going to tell me?" Megan asked, sitting down on Chris's bed.
"Well, I guess I should. But you have to promise not to be mad."
"I shall try."
"I . . . I . . . I think I'm in love with you."
"Me!?" Megan asked, stepping back. "Why on Earth would you be in love with me!?"
"I don't know!" Chris said, taking her hands in his. "But I am."
"Chris, you know we can never be."
"I know, I know! I've told myself that over and over! But my heart just doesn't understand," Chris said.
Megan felt tears come to her eyes as she hugged Chris. She had never been loved before.
"Oh, Chris," she sighed. "I think I might be in love with you too."
Chris sighed as Megan's arms incircled her.
"Please, don't go," Chris said.
"But you know I have to once I have made someome happy."
"You've made me happy just by being here," Chris said. "I don't want you to go."
"I am sorry, but that is not for you to decide. I am dead," Megan said.
"I know, but I just . . . don't know what to do."
"Save it," Megan said, putting her finger to Chris's lips. "We can never be, you knew that before now."
Chris pulled her close, and placed a sweet, tender kiss on her lips.
"Chris, no!" Megan said, pushing him away.
"No, please. Just let me."
Megan said nothing, and just let Chris kiss her again. Chris pushed her down to his bed, still kissing her. Megan moved her hands up Chris's back, and pulled him down on top of her. Chris ran his fingers through Megan's hair, and took out the two butterfly hair clips. He set them down on his nightside table, and continued kissing her.
Megan slowly pulled Chris's shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. She moved her hands down his torso, and undid his belt buckle. She broke the kiss, and looked into his eyes.
"This is wrong," she said.
"I know, but I can't help myself."
Chris began kissing Megan again, as she pulled his jeans down his legs. Chris somehow managed to take off Megan's dress, but it proved to be a hard task. With the wings and all . . .
Chris pulled away from Megan for a second, and looked into her eyes.
"You're beautiful."
"Thank you. I don't think I want to go back anymore. I love you too," Megan said.
"You just used a contraction," Chris said.
"Like I care."
Chris smiled at her, as she began to slide Chris's boxers off his legs. Chris kissed her again, and began to undo the straps of her bra. He tossed that aside, and then began to pull her panties down her legs.
"Is everything you wear white?" he asked.
"Either that or light beige," she replied. Chris smiled and kissed her again. Megan pulled Chris even closer to her, and looked into his eyes.
"I'm sure I love you," she said. Chris gently kissed her nose.
"I'm sure that I love you too," he said.
Megan sighed as Chris's lips gently touched hers again. Megan pulled Chris even closer to her, if possible, and ran her fingers through his braids. As they both continued with their kisses, Megan could feel Chris's erection brush up against her leg. She broke the kiss, and looked into Chris's eyes, which were clouded with passion.
"Now," she said softly. Chris nodded, and kissed her again. As the kisses continued, Megan could feel Chris enter her. "Oh! Oh, Chris!" she cried. Megan dug her nails into Chris's back, causing him to yelp slightly. "I'm sorry!"
"No, no, it's alright," Chris said, running his fingers through Megan's hair. Megan smiled, and kissed him again.
"Chris, I love you."
"I love you too," Chris said softly. They both kissed again, and again, and again, until Chris reached his climax. Megan did as well shortly after he did. Chris collapsed on top her, and breathed deeply. Megan ran her fingers through Chris's hair, and gently kissed his forehead.
"You've made me happy," Chris said.
"I'm glad. Because you've made me happy too."
Chris and Megan both laid there, gently carressing eachother. Chris moved his hands to Megan's back, and gently carressed her wings. He then remembered that she had to go back after making someone happy.
Now Chris wished that they hadn't just made love.

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