The First Day

A sheepish expression crossed Azalea's face. "Long story short... I got angry at my brother then my arm turned into the barrel of a gun.... couple seconds later, I turned into my gun form." She murmured, still looking sheepish. "Took me three days to figure out how to change back."

"Wow, um..... How does it feel to turn into a gun?" Alex was curious, never has he learned about demon weapons let alone dual desert eagles which happened to be demon weapons as well. But this was his chance to not only learn more about demon weapons, but to learn more about Azalea.

Azalea listened to his question. A thoughtful expression appeared on her face she she tried to think of a way to answer it. "...It's... Quite hard to explain..." She murmured then looked at him apologetically, "I don't think I can put it into words."

Alex was then questioned, confused on what she mean't. Then the next question came to his head. "Well, got a family?" Family went through his head as to what hers was.

Azalea looked away from him when he asked about her family. "....yeah. I've only got a big brother though... No one else." She murmured softly. The topic about family was a sensitive topic for her. Glancing at him, she asked, "May I change back now?"

"Uh-um yeah, go ahead..." He blushed even more as he saw the reflection of her face. Alex sat down and began to space out, thinking to himself. The young man was imagining a future with her, something he wanted for a long time. Someone to spend his life with, but what if she is with someone else? What if she doesn't even like him? Alex couldn't make up his mind.

Azalea immediately changed back to her original form. After she stretched a bit, she fixed her sweatshirt; leaving the hood down and off her head. Turning her gaze to Alex, a questioning look appeared on her face. Walking over to him, she suddenly sat down in front of him. "You alright?" She asked softly.

"No............ I'm not fine....." He had to be honest, never in his life had he lied. Actually, he doesn't know what lying is, his witch of a mother had wiped his memory, made him think he was a vigilante saint.

A concerned expression appeared on Azalea's face. "What's wrong?" She asked softly, automatically tilting her head a bit. She had a habit of tilting her head when she was asking questions, confused, or just plain curious.

He sighed ten he had to get it all out.... It was now or never. "My mind plays tricks on me, it is very unfortunate. I have a curse on me which cannot be undone, regardless of how powerful you are. It's biologically within my brain, if anyone attempts to undo my cure, it will hurt and I may die. How the curse works is that random parts of my brain gets erased, mainly memories. It makes me sad because I can never forget such good times I had. So in events such as that, I have this memory journal, everything I do, see, hear, taste, smell, is all put in this journal. If I were to ever lose this journal I'd be torn apart, losing my mind, literally...... But I made my first friend recently, she is like a sister to me... She offered to be my second journal in case I lost this one. And I am afraid. Because I'm afraid I might lose the memory of when I got a crush on you-" He cut off as soon as he said it. Now she knew. He was balling his eyes out because he didn't want her to know, not too soon. Alex grabbed his bag and ran off towards the back of the school and hid behind some boxes.

Azalea had listened to him quietly, letting him talk. Her face went blank with surprise at what he said before he cut himself off. When she noticed he was running away, she tried to call him back. "Wait! Alex!" She exclaimed in her soft voice but it wasn't loud enough for him to hear. Silently cursing at her inability to yell, she took off after him. She had almost caught up with him when he suddenly disappeared from her sight. Slowing down, she glanced around the area; frowning when she didn't see him in sight. She let out a couple coughs while walking around the back of the school. She had got her breath back by the time she reached the boxes. Analyzing them, she noticed that they had been disturbed quite recently. "Alex?" She called/asked softly.

Alex was sobbing, crying because he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. Never does Alex keep a secret so well, well he never keeps even one secret. He is very honest and truthful he can't do otherwise. The young man looked out to her and began to cry even harder.

Azalea spotted him and immediately rushed over to the crying boy. "Oh Alex..." She murmured softly then hesitantly pulled him into a comforting hug, not knowing if it would help him or not.

Alex hugged her too, he didn't know what to say. Never was he this overwhelmed with sadness and love at the same time. "I don't know what to say........." All he did was hug her and cry.

Azalea continued to silently comfort him. She was patting his back and hugging him, not exactly knowing what to say either. "Alex?" she softly asked, pulling back slightly to look at him.

"Is this what they call, love?!" He cried out to her, wanting to know such an emotion. Something he felt contempt with, wanting to feel it more. Love felt exceptional, made Alex feel better about himself.

Azalea continued to hug him comfortingly. "Well..." She murmured, "I don't know what you're feeling..." She stayed uiet for a second then hesitantly asked, "Can you tell me?"

"It feels...... Nice and warm, comfortable........ But only when I'm around you....." Alex was in a quiet, comforting tone. It was clear he wanted to be with Azalea and have her as his weapon. Plus for the fact that she was a gun, an even bigger reason why he wants her. But in retrospect, Alex loves Azalea with all his heart and soul.