Meet My Fiancé, Chapter Two.

-Chapter 2-

Gabriel groaned. His arm was beginning to numb. He looked at the girl that was resting on his chest and shook her shoulder. "Hey...Miss?" When he received no responce, he assumed that she was asleep. He lifted her, surprised by how light she was, as light as a feather. He carried the sleeping girl to his room and carefully laid her on the bed, pulling the covers so she wouldn't be cold.

He quietly took a book from his bookcase and sat down to read. This is just a dream. A beautiful girl appears at my house and was asleep on me. My parents were on a business trip that would last for the next school year. Yeah, just a dream. I'll just wait until I wake up...

Eventually, he fell asleep, the book falling with a loud THUMP! Hours passed by before he awoke, his eyes straying to the fallen book. The...book? He leaned down, picked up the book and put it in it's place in the bookcase. He glanced at his bed, just to make sure that it was a dream. To his immense surprise, the girl was still there, except she was awake now, looking at him.

She blushed and smiled shyly. "I-i'm sorry....for...jumping on you..." she said in an angelic voice, blushing some more. "I was s-so happy...." she said this, blushing a deep shade of pink. I stared at her, transfixed by her beauty. "No problem...you can jump at me any time you want" he said lamely.

She giggled, which made him smile. Then a different sound filled the room, the girl's stomach. Her face turned deep red and began to fumble around with a strand of her golden blond hair. Gabriel smiled and quickly moved towards the door. "Don't worry. I'll make dinner in a moment." He opened the door and looked at the girl again, who was blushing an even deeper shade of scarlet. "What's your name?

She looked at me, tears beginning to form around her eyes. "You don't...remember me?" she said, as the first tear rolling down her beautiful face. She began to cry and instantly he was by her side. "Shh, shh, don't cry." He said, while stroking her hair. "Please forgive me if I forgot your name"

She began to cry louder, rubbing her eyes like a three-year old would. I kept strocking her hair, hoping that it would comfort her. She eventually stopped crying, and looked at him, her green eyes glistening with tears. "How could you forget your own fiancé?"