Vylad's POV

Y/N clings her jacket's sides closer together as she stands in front of me on my porch. My mom is awake and fully aware of Y/N being here, and Y/N's parents have even been contacted to let them know that she'll be spending the night here.

What worries me more is that her parents are more willing for her to sleep over at a guys house rather than even talk to someone who isn't pure. I don't understand their logic. But then again, I don't understand my mothers logic with the different angel types either.

I had met her halfway to the Zvahl household, which may I add is a complete mess and utter disaster waiting to happen, and she's told me exactly what had happened during the little bit of time from the end of school to now. Much much had happened, but I can only think of it being a lot to Y/N since she still isn't completely used to the different angel types mingling around each other.

My eyes land against the see through fabric of her shirt, and I can't help but let them widen from shock. I try my best to avoid my eyesight from the showing skin and turn my head to the side as I look up at the stars.

"Let's get you some different clothes or something," I tell her, a small embarrassed blush scattered across my cheeks as I lead her inside. My mother tries to start up a conversation with her, but I tell her that Y/N may need a few minutes just to herself before she conversates with anybody else. Mom understands this and nods her head only to turn back to what she was baking. She's an excellent baker, and I better at least get to try what she made this time. Garroth and Zane did whatever they could to have it all to themselves. It worked, and I wasn't too happy about it either.

I usher Y/N up the stairs quickly and open my door and turn on the light for her. She walks in, and I turn my head to look behind me at Garroth's door and pray that he doesn't walk out and get the wrong idea. His room is right across from mine while Zane's is right across from our parents room, but Zane barely ever leaves his room unless he's forced to.

Y/N sits on my bed and begins to look around a tad bit as I walk to my closet to at least find a sweatshirt. She's shorter than I am, so it kind of works in my favor in some instances. She's wearing jeans, so she should be fine until later. It isn't that late, and I'm still in my everyday clothes as well. And if needed, Y/N can always call up her parents to drop off some clothes for her to wear.

By the time I turn around with a sweatshirt in my hand, Y/N is combing through her hair with her fingers to pass by time. Her shoes are already off and by the door, and she notices me facing her and smiles. She holds out her arms with grabbing hands for the sweatshirt, and it's quickly in her hands. I turn around just in case and even shut the closet door.

Y/N is kind of adorable by her little actions, but I see nothing in her rather than being a friend and adorable. I mean she's cute, but she's not my type. Although, I'm not even sure what my type is anymore. Do I even have a type?

"You can turn around," she laughs, and I turn to face her once again only to see that my sweatshirt is a little oversized.

For a moment I let my mind fool me and replace the girl in front of me with another as I mumble out "there you are" and smile. That's until I realize how stupid I sound right now and shake my head. "You're wearing boyfriend material right now," I laugh, pushing my feelings and thoughts to the side. "And when you get a boyfriend of your own and wear their clothes, you'll be wearing boyfriend material then too!"

"You forget that you're single, silly," Y/N reminds me, placing her hand on my shoulder as she gets up and slowly travels her away around my room. It's not too much to look at. It's a box. You could easily look around by standing in a single spot and turning your head to look at all four walls, but Y/N is complicated like this. I enjoy this trait from her. Curiosity.

"But that doesn't mean that I'm incapable of having my own relationship," I tell her, smiling proudly as I puff out my chest with my hands on my hips only to laugh before it reminds me of my brother.

I love Garroth, but he infuriates me beyond belief, and he even ruined my relationships. This is something that I can not forgive him for. He has ruined something that meant something great to me only to stomp on it until it was gone. It's his fault, and I can't forgive him for it.

Y/N only laughs at me and continues to slowly walk around. One foot in front of the other in a repetitious manner. The steps are almost in a drag like stop, and they suddenly come to a halt, and I look up at her only to see her picking up a picture frame that I had placed face down. She asks me why I still have it, and I tell her that I can't bear to get rid of it. It's a part of my past that I don't want to get rid of. It's a part of my past that I'd relive if I would get the chance to. It's my fault it's changed.

If I would've told her to stop, she'd still be with me right now. But she's not, and I failed. I promised her that I'd find a way to make her pure again, and I can't even do that.

"You look happy in this," I'm told, and Y/N's finger traces over the outlines of the two figures on the glass.

I walk over to her and grab onto the frame, but it pains me. Looking down at it, I don't see any wings that prevent anything from happening. I don't see a ruined relationship but instead two lovers who appear to be quite fond of each other. I can see their arms wrapped someway around each other as if they're afraid the other would leave while the female leaves a loving kiss against the male's cheek. His smile is large, but I wish I could go back and tell him that it wouldn't last long. She's decked out in the same large sweatshirt that's on the female in front of me, and that's why I realize I almost mistook Y/N for somebody else.

"I was happy," I reply, sighing as I place the photo back where it once was face down against the hard dresser surface where I wouldn't have to look at it anymore when I wake up in the mornings only to be pained. "Though, I can't say the same as of lately."

I feel two hand press themselves softly against my cheeks, but I can't force myself to look up at the owner. I begin to pout and soon I'm brought into an embrace that makes me feel stupid because I fail to return that.

I'm asked about my past relationship and what was so amazing about it and what was so amazing about it. The list is endless as I let every thought that comes to my mind out without hesitation as Y/N holds me close to her. I care for this girl that's holding me in her arms, and I don't know what I would do without her. She's one friend I don't ever want to lose. I won't lose her if I have anything to do with it. Garroth and Aphmau won't get in the middle of this relationship as long as I live.

"Vylad, how do you know you're not in love with the past and the thought of Alex? Don't you think it's time to move on? Or even try to move on?" I look up at her like she's crazy and even question her how she thought of this and how I'm supposed to fulfill it. Trust me I've tried, and it's hard when you know that there's something holding you back. And when you try to leave that behind too, it doesn't work out. It also doesn't help when memories constantly go through you mind when you even glance towards her direction. "Why don't you kiss me?" She ponders, biting the inside of her cheek as she waits for my reaction. I'm in shock. "That way you can see if there really is anything you feel towards her, and I don't know. It's just an idea I wouldn't mind going through."

She lets go of my face, and I find myself grabbing onto her hand and rubbing circles into her knuckles. "It's worth a try," I say after moments of hesitation and place a hand against her cheek. She looks into my eyes with a small smile and places her hands gently on my shoulders, slowly beginning to lean in. Her lips are pressed against mine, and it's different. It's not a long kiss, but it isn't the length of a peck. We stay in the same position for only a few second until we pull away, light blushes decorating our faces. "Well?"

"Umm," I'm unable to produce words as of how I feel, and Y/N takes this as a sign saying that I've figured out my feelings and that I'll be a very happy Vylad from now on because there aren't feelings holding me back anymore. "Y/N."

"Yes Vylad?"

It didn't work. . .