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Author's Note: All the names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent party. And yes, the engagement is real. And the title of the story is the song by 3 Doors Down. It is not mine. I am just borrowing it. So don't sue me. I am po' ass anyway! Thank you.

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They say that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder". In most cases, this is true. In others, it is not. Take me for example. Most of the people I have dated are either abusive, addicts, stupid, immature, you know the kind. The kinds that only cares about the other's appearance. If they score high enough on the "Fine Scale", then that is their next property.

I am not one to talk. When I was still naive about the whole process of dating, I use to dream that the perfect partner for me was tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, the works. Which is a mistake, for it only landed me with nothing to be happy about and a bag full of regrets, remorse, and heart break. That is, until I met... HIM.

I was a Freshman in High School and he was, I believe, had just gotten out of college. He finished his degree on Journalism, which he did not really use to apply for any journalism job. I was a girl of merely 14/15 years old and he was 21 I believe. His name is Stephen and well, he had auburn hair, blue eyes, and even though he was good looking, it was not his features I loved. It was the way he was with me.

He was into anime, like me, and one day as I was surfing through the net, I found one of the stories he had written. I was so moved by his stories of love conquering all, prince charming, knight in shining armor that I wrote him a feed back. I had a feeling that he wouldn't reply back, for they normally don't. Well much to my surprise that he did reply back.

From then on, we built a friendship and called each other on the phone at least once a month. At that point in time, he was seeing this girl, whom I had became friends with and her name was Sheila. He was so madly in love with her and I was jealous. Green with envy that she had him for herself. But, then I rationalized, 'why am I getting angry? It was not like I was in love with him or anything.' Boy, was I wrong!

Well, while he was with Sheila, he had introduced me with one of his friends, Ulysses, and I decided 'Hell, Ulysses is hot, why not fuck him for a while?' I do not know what caused me to act this way but I guess I did it because I just wanted to feel... loved. Back then, for me, any type of "PDA" was a signal for "I found love! They love me!" Of course, this is not true.

About a year and a half after me and Stephen had known each other, he mentioned in one of our phone calls that he was thinking of visiting down here in America and he wanted to see if I was free to meet him. The moment he said that, my heart skipped TWO beats in one sec. I was so elated that I finally get to meet him. Of course, my friends tried the whole "What if he was a stalker or something?" routine and I just rolled my eyes at them.

Well the fateful day finally arrived that he was coming in and I was suppose to pick him up. But Ulysses surprised me with tickets to a wrestling match that I had been dying to go to. So... I called and told Stephen a lie that there was a family emergency and I couldn't come... blah blah blah. He was hurt, to say the least, but he put on a strong front. God I love him!

So, I went with Ulysses to the wrestling match and Stephen checked in to his hotel room and spent the rest of the night sleeping and wiping the lag off. As the night wore on, and the wrestling finished, I got in Ulysses car for we were going to eat out in McD. Instead the bastard drove out to the making out point here and tried to have his way with me.

I tried to fight him off but he was too strong and he soon overpowered me. In all the struggle, I accidentally kicked the parking break off the car and it started to roll down the hill. The next thing I knew, there was a bright light and a loud "CRASH!" before I lost consciousness.

As my eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, I could hear beepings from monitors and people talking over me. "Where am I?" I said in a cracked voice and a man with a white mask came to me and held my hand. "You are in a hospital. You were in an accident that resulted in 4 fatalities and 3 injuries. Apparently your car was hit by an on coming car with three drunk passengers. Then proceeded to lose control and went to hit three passerby's."

"What about Ulysses?" I asked. "The young man you were with, flew through the windshiled at the moment of impact. There was nothing we could have done to save him. He is dead..." At this news, I started to weep as the doctor squeazed my hand. "Is there anything I can do for you?" the doctor asked. "Yes, please call Stephen for me," the doctor nodded and left after I gave him the number.

I layed in that bed for a long time, crying and weeping for the loss of innocent people's lives. Just then, I felt a warm hand enveloped mine and a kiss was placed on my forehead. I looked up and this caused me to cry more. "Awww... ssshhh... sweetie, it's okay. I'm here now..." it was Stephen. "I'm so sorry for lying to you. I just..." I tried to explain but he continued to shush me, repeating over and over again "It's okay, I know."

For the next two weeks Stephen was here, he stayed in the hospital from the moment he was allowed to visit me till the time he had to go home for the visitation hours was done. Sometimes the nurse took pity and she would allow him to sleep in a chair in my room. One night I had a nightmare and I started calling out in my sleep. I was trembling like crazy and sweat covered me from head to toe and I woke up with Stephen cradling me in his arms and did everything he can to shoo my fears away. I fell in love with him right there and then.

We stayed that way the whole night, him cradling me and us talking about everything. On those two week we spent on the hospital, I opened myself up to him so much that he was the only one who can truly say he knew me. And I knew him.

The day I was released from the hospital was the same day I had turned 16 and his plane was set to leave back to Canada in about 6 hours. He treated me out for my birthday, we went shopping, he likes shopping, and we went to an amusement park. At around 5:00pm, we were sitting on the chairs by his flight terminal, waiting for the last call for boarding as he and I tried to crunch everything else we left out in the time we had left.

Seeing him get in that airplane was the hardest thing I had to ever do in my life (well... maybe second) but I knew I had to let him go. With a final hug, he picked up his bags and got on his plane. I stayed there in the terminal until his plane was no longer visible to the human eye. I went home in a dazed, walking past my parents and headed straight to my room, where I stayed for about a week.

Then about 3 months later, as me and Stephen were talking, he had mentioned that he and Sheila broke up. Oh boy! I was so happy that it took me everything I had not to yell out "YES!!" But I knew he was breaking inside, for he really did love her with all his heart. First love, let alone first girlfriend, that he had and I was sympathetic with him the whole time for I knew how he felt.

A year or two later, a month after my 18th birthday, I got the most devastating news anyone can receive. Stephen's father died and Stephen took it HARD. Everytime we spoke on the phone, he would try not to cry but I knew he just wanted to collapse and cry for hours. It was in one of these phone calls that I had mentioned I had been thinking of visiting Canada, since I have families there and such.

I didn't even say anything yet he offered me his place to stay in and I gladly obliged. My parents sees nothing wrong with this for they knew Stephen ever since me and him first knew of each other. In one month, I was finally going to Canada and I was really excited. I couldn't sit still through out the flight, I kept driving the stewardess crazy by asking "How long more before we reach Canada?!"

By the time the plane landed in the airport, I was exhausted from the flight and just wanted to get into a warm bed and just sleep. What I saw next was not exactly a bed, but better. It was Stephen with a dozen of red roses as he quickly made his way to me and held me to him so close. I tried everything not to melt into his arms, and trust me, it was HARD.

Two weeks flew by so fast that I hardly felt it was enough time to catch things up with him. I enjoyed every single breathing moment we had together and I had wished it did not end. On my last night with him, we sat up all night and talked. We talked about everything like about his father, about Sheila, about Ulysses, everything.

As the night became nighter, I yawned and glanced at the clock, it read "1:30am" and he, too, looked. "Well, looks like it is time to sleep. You have an early flight tomorrow," he said. I chuckled to myself thinking "Always looking out for me... what a guy!" I pouted at him, showing him I did not want to but he simply layed on his bed and opened his arms to me. On instinct, I crawled over and layed in his arms, something we started doing when he first visited me. Only this night was different.

As I layed down on the bed, my back against his chest, I felt something poking behind me. At first I ignored it, thinking I was hallucinating. Then it was still there a few minutes later so I decided to ask. I slowly turned to face him and asked, "Um Stephen... what is that?" He instantly blushed as he saw where I was looking and covered his dented boxers.

"Oh gosh! I am so sorry. I..." I decided to take pity on him for he looked rather handsome blushing that way. "It's ok... I don't mind. Just curious is all," I said as I wrapped my arms around him. He held me close as well, our foreheads pressed against each other and our eyes on each other. He pulled away from me for a second, reaching in his nightstand as he takes a small box out. He got off the bed and opened it, a beautiful silver ring in it. "My love, marry me," he said as I looked at him dumbfounded.


Neither knew who made the first move but when our lips touched, I knew he was the one for me. I was totally in love with him and I knew he loved me too but we just didn't say anything. He once again pulled from me and slipped the ring on my finger, as I nodded a silent "yes". Once it was on, we went back to kissing, softly at first. As the minutes passed, the kissing became heavier and our hands began to explore our bodies. We petted here and there but nothing more than that. We wanted to make this memory last for a long time.

I slowly rolled on my back, taking him with me and he propped himself up on his elbows, making sure not to squash me. I broke the kiss and looked up at him "I have one question and one suggestion." "Ok, shoot," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "Comment first, you can lie on top of me, I won't break," I said with a chuckle as I pulled him to lay himself on me. I couldn't help but moan slightly with the feel of him atop me. "Question, are you sure about this? I mean I know about your policy with the "Marriage first then sex" part," I said. He smiled down onto me and playfully grounded his member against mine once.

"Well, yes, I am waiting for marriage so if you want, we can just do oral or something else aside from penetration. Then again, I do believe I just proposed," and he bent down to kiss my ring. I felt tears welling in my eyes as I once again gazed into his eyes, the love very obvious in them. I fought very hard to contain the tears threatening to escape my brown eyes and all it took was a single caress of his thumb under my eyes. I reached up to run my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to me as we continued the kiss.

His hands began to slowly unbutton my top, careful not to rush things as I, in return, did the same thing, keeping constant contact at all time. Once the buttons were all done, we both pressed out palms on each other's exposed flesh and proceeded to glide then about, removing the tops and letting them drop to the floor with a silent whisper. I couldn't help but lean in to kiss the spot where his heart is, knowing that I am capable voodoo and mind control.

I shivered slightly as the cool breeze from his window touched my sensitized nipples. He felt my reaction to the wind and decided to take advantage. He leant in and softly flicked it with his tongue and smiled devilishly as I arched my back to his touch. "Do you like that?" he asked as he once again flicked it, this time harder. I couldn't help but cry out, the feeling was intensified from his last flick.

He kept doing this over and over for a few minutes, alternating between the two nipples. His hands slowly dropped right on the spot on my lower back and pressed, causing me to mewl out loud. At the sound of my cry, he smiled to himself and caught my right nipple between his teeth, rolling it around and around. I tried to swallow oxygen back into my lungs for they were leaving quicker than I can breath them with the intensity of the pleasure he is giving me.

I begged him to stop this torture and just take me right there. Now, if I was not shrouded with the cloud of lust (I don't think it is lust... I just do not have a better word), I wouldn't even beg him to take me. I would let him take his time. Fortunately, he was kind enough to stop the assault on my nipples, grazing his lips towards the nape of my neck. He knew that my neck was a sexual spot for me and he reveled in it.

He continuously licked, nibbled and sucked at where the vein it, then he'd trail his tongue to the other side of my neck and repeat. By the time he was done fiesting on my neck, I was at the top most state of arousal, I strongly believed one more touch and I would have orgasmed all over myself. Luckily, he knew I needed to settle back down for a little while. He held me close and kissed my cheek, whispering sweet nothings in my ears to calm me down.

A few minutes passed and he felt that my breathing was back to normal. "Ready?" he asked me as his head slowly leaned in towards my lips. I whispered a "yes", claiming his lips with mine. We kissed intensely and hard, letting passion overrun our bodies. Our hands roam freely over each other's bodies, the need inside us is easily felt.

As pure lust entered our bodies, we seeked the immediate release for our build up. Gone was the passionate way we started and in was the quick fix feeling. He hastily reached inside his boxers front flaps and released his member from it's confinement. I gasped momentarily at the sight of his tool. It was big and purple on the tip, almost as if it was angry. For a second, doubt entered my mind if that would fit inside me.

He then got between my thighs and pressed teh head against my panty covered little clit, and the lust once again took over my senses. 'Aw, the hell with this foreplay crap!' I thought as I spread my thighs wide and pulled my panties aside. I felt him shudder at the site of my womanhood, his eyes glazed over with some sort of pleasure cloud.

Without much thought and one hard thrust, he buried himself inside my tight snatch, the pain quickly surging through my body, making it's way to my brain. I froze at that point and cried out in pain, tears threatening to escape my eyes. He looked into my eyes and a small recognition flew by his eyes then quickly disappeared as he started to move his hips erratically inside, scratching the itch inside his libido.

His frantic movement caused some uncomfortable scratching inside my womanhood, and I bit my lip as I winced in pain. I kept trying to tell him to stop but he does not seem to hear me. Apparently I made a loud noise that it drove his mom to investigate. She called out from the bottom of the stairs, "Stephen? Are you ok?" He froze for a second, slight relief ran through my body from the painful beating it was receiving.

"I'm fine mom!" he yelled back and he once again picked up his speed. I cried out "No, stop!" yet he keeps thrusting, harder and faster, mistaking my pleas for him to stop as pleas for him to make it rougher. He reached over and mashed my breasts together, almost too rough and too hard that I nearly knocked him off me. I said nearly. He was after all bigger than I am so he won in the end.

As he continued to thrust faster and harder, a part of my love for him slowly died with every shock of pain I felt. As I heard his mother's footstep going up the stairs, the faster his thrusting became. He was hurrying obviously to finish his climax before his mother gets to his door. Just as her hand was on the doorknob, the phone rang and she went to get it. As I heard her say "hello?" on the receiver, his orgasm blazes from his sac, runs up his urethra and out the tip, landing inside me. Deep inside me where the pain was still felt.

When we heard his mom saying "Okay, bye" and she hung up, he quickly rolled off of me and turned to face the other side, feigning sleep. I, on the other hand, pretending to sleep too just as she came in. She smiled and closed the door once more as she saw us sleeping. I slowly got up and inspected the evidence I left behind. The sheets were soaked with blood and cum, the room stinking with it as well.

I then silently made my way to the bathroom where I washed myself and any left over evidence. As I came back to the room, I reached over to Stephen and shook him gently, his light snoring can be heard. I looked at his sleeping form as I shook my head in disbelief. He fell asleep without as much as a goodnight. Pain sank in my heart as the realization dawned on me, he just wanted me for sex. I couldn't beleieve I fell for it.

I took a spare blanket he kept underneath his mattress and layed it on the cold floor, folding it in halves so I may use one half for the floor and the other as a blanket. I then pulled my luggage over and used it as a pillow. The whole time I was doing this, I was shaking so bad, I don't think I could have stood a moment longer. I finally collapsed on the make shift bed and snuggled into the sheets, as silent tears fell from my eyes and fell asleep this way.
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