**Please be advised that this story is an old work (15+ years) and may or may not have views that have now changed.** 

i will fair warn you all that this has some inaccuracies regarding gangs and asthma and little things like that. most of it is pretty okay. anyhow, enjoy!

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The first time I ever met my husband was ten years ago when I was in college. I was staying with my friend, Kristen, in a house that was just a couple of miles away from the university. Kristen and I had been friends for a long time. I was studying to be a lawyer and she was studying to be an artist.
Kristen wasn't your average looking artist for she looked more like she should be a cheerleader or a model than be stuck behind a canvas or drawing in a little book. But ever since she was in kindergarten, she has been able to draw the most beautiful pictures that I had ever seen. She could draw almost anything in any style. She preferred anime and surreal but loved doing digital as well as traditional. Our house was littered with many different paintings and pictures that she insisted we display.
Kristen had long red hair that was straight as a bored but usually kept up in a braid. She had glistening hazel eyes that turned many heads at the university and got her many dates. Then again, it could have been her rocking body that was made perfect by her zumba classes and the Bowflex that was in the spare bedroom.
Me, on the other hand, I had a name like Jane. Well, it wasn't really my real name but considering the name, Jane was as good as it was going to get. I wasn't that bad in looks but I never moved anyone to want to keep looking at me so badly that they ran into poles or that they forgot to stop on bikes and flipped over benches. And those who think I'm kidding should be at the university; it's pathetic. I was tall but my brown hair was nothing to die for, brittle from trying to straighten it out all the time. My eyes were blue and they've turned a few heads only because they were so blue that some people thought that they were contacts. Every time someone took a picture of me people thought that I had had my eyes Photoshop-ed because of their intensity. It was very frustrating to hear all the time.

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It was the second year into schooling when I met him, Arson Channing. He wasn't taking any classes at the university but he was known by everyone there. He was mostly known as the brother of the science major, Chandler Channing. They were only a year apart but they were completely different. I had seen Chandler around the school before and he was a geek beyond all geeks. I thought I was pretty poignant with everything that I did, but this guy... All I can say about him was that he was spot on.
Arson, on the other hand, was mostly known for crashing dorm parties and drinking to his heart's content. He was usually drunk when met but he was still the coolest guy around. He was cute, cuter than his uppity brother, and always wore a leather jacket. I think they were living together because he was always waiting for Chandler after school by the gates.

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I never spoke to him until one night, when he was outside my window.