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After too long lets join Dez on her quest for happiness again!

"I heard the court case went well." Was MC's greeting as Dezeray sat in her seat for first hour.

"Yeah. I'd say it did." Dezeray responded happily.

"You okay there?" MC asked, a slightly confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"You just seem.... I dunno, not like yourself in a way?" MC said unsurely.

"I'm fine MC, great actually." Dezeray said with a smile. "I feel like I'm finally free."

MC looked super confused. "Finally free?"

"Yeah. I just don't feel sad anymore, not really anyway. I feel like I can finally figure out who I am."

MC smiles, shoving the confusion aside. "That's wonderful, Dezzy."

Dezeray smiled happily, moving to press her lips against MC's. The kiss was sweet, and she never wanted it to end, though the bell rang, startling both of them. They pulled away, smiles prevalent on both of their faces. The class period went by quickly, especially with MC constantly distracting her with jokes, though she couldn't care, he was too cute to ignore.

After class, they parted ways with a kiss, maybe more than one, and Dezeray headed to her art class. It was rather nice, especially without Max there to constantly bug her and remind of something she'd rather forget. She pushed all that aside, wanting to forget about it and let it go. She started drawing, something simple, just some lines on a paper really, but it was something to keep her distracted. A lot of the people in this class were rowdy and really didn't care about art at all, which aggravated her. This was just a class they took to get by easily.

"Dezeray, could you please come out to the hallway?" The teacher asks, standing beside her, observing her work.

"Uh.... sure." Dezeray replies awkwardly.

She stands up, following the teacher out of the classroom. She saw another guy out in the hallway, he looked very prestigious in a way, his posture held high, and his suit looking crisp and clean; thin framed plastic glasses resting on his thin nose.

"Miss Dezeray, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Kyle Rall." The man says, holding out his hand for Dezeray to shake, which she did.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." Dezeray says politely.

"So, down to business." He says, his face becoming serious. "I have a proposition for you."

Dezeray raises an eyebrow. "What type of proposition?"

"I would like to sponsor you by helping you open an art gallery."

Dezeray stared at Kyle in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Very. I've seen your art work, I'm a huge fan, and I'm positive everyone would love to see it as much as I do."

"You're really serious?" Dezeray asked, unable to comprehend this.

"Yes." Kyle says with a chuckle. "We'll have to keep in touch. I'll have to contact your parents....?"

"Zisteau and Kurt."

"Ah yes, Zisteau and Kurt, and we'll discuss this further. But for now, I must be going, but it was a pleasure meeting such a talented young lady."

Dezeray's cheeks turned a rosy red from the compliment, but she smiled anyway. "Thank you."

After a few more shared words Kyle leaves, letting Dezeray head back to class, though she was far too destructed to actually accomplish anything. After school she met up with MC by her locker, where he was waiting for her.

"Hey." MC greeted with a smile.

"Hey." Dezeray responded, wrapping MC in a hug, taking a deep breath, loving his husky smell.

"How was your day?"

"Pretty great."


"Someone wants to sponsor me by helping me open an art gallery."

"Wow! You're serious?"

"Yeah, he said he loved my work."

"That's really awesome Dezzy." MC says with a huge smile.

"You know." Dezeray says, twirling a piece of MC's brown hair around her finger. "I don't see how he could like my work so much. It's just colors on a paper."

"Now Dez, you know that's not true. You know your work is amazing, but not as amazing as you yourself."

"Ever the charmer." Dezeray laughs, kissing MC gently, unable to stop smiling.

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to go to prom with me?" MC asks out of the blue.

"Of course I would."



They both laugh, sharing this nice little moment together, in the middle of the bustling hallways of the school. These moments, the ones she never thought she'd have again, the ones that were peaceful, quiet, happy; happiness in which she never thought she'd feel again. But somehow, she was lucky enough to have these moments again; lucky enough to have such an amazing person to bring her that happiness.

She was finally realizing how lucky she was to have MC in her life. And how lucky she was to have such great parents, who support her and love her unconditionally. Sometimes she really questioned how she deserved anything she had, but she realized she had to stop questioning the good things in life, for she just needed to enjoy them, favor them, cherish them, for you never know how long things like this will last, especially in her case.

"Lost in thought silly?" MC asks gently, caressing her cheek, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She smiles gently. "Did you expect any less from me?"

"Not at all you derpy girl."

They smile at each other, sharing another kiss, slow, sweet, full of love. A true love, one that ran deep through both of them. A love that they both hoped would never ever go away.

"Come on, I've gotta go before Zisteau gets mad." Dezeray says, grabbing MC's hand, leading them from the basically empty hallway.

They reached the curb where Zisteau's car was parked and shared a parting kiss, one that lasted an impossibly long amount of time, which was spent in a world for only those two. They eventually pulled away, resting their foreheads against the others.

"I love you." Dezeray breaths, getting lost in MC's beautiful blue eyes.

"I love you too." MC replied, a loving smile on his face.

Parting words were spoken and Dezeray got in Zisteau's car. Zisteau started driving, throwing a glance at Dezeray.

"How was your day?" He questions.

"Pretty good. MC asked me to prom."

"Awe that's amazing! We'll have to go shopping and get you a dress and some shoes."

Dezeray smiles, giggling at her father's excitedness. "You seem way too excited for this."

"Well sorry for trying to be a good dad."

"You are a good dad."

Zisteau sends her a playful smile.

"Anyway." Dezeray starts. "This guy, Kyle Rall wants to help me open an art gallery."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah. Said he wanted to talk to you and dad soon about the details."

"That's really amazing." Zisteau says excitedly. "You really don't understand how awesome an opportunity this is, do you?"

"It's just an art gallery...."

"This could be the start of your art career, you already have someone who wants to sponsor you, he'll probably bring in tons of people. This'll be great for you."

"I hope so."

"It will!"

She smiled, loving how encouraging Zisteau was; he always was. She would always love and cherish things like this. She just hoped this type of thing was here to stay.

Date: Saturday, February 13th, 2016 08:41 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Yay, more of this story! And happy Dezeray is good. I'm glad that this is finally becoming better.

-the lurkiest lurker

Date: Saturday, February 13th, 2016 09:01 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
But you know what that means! In a couple of chapters someone will die or stuff will fall apart again or someone will fall into a comma or aliens will find the most inconvenient time to invade. Probably not that last one. But maybe things will finally be alright and Dezeray will live through the rest of her life and things will be fine. Except for that would be kind of boring. And the thing mentioned about Dezeray trying to find herself.. it would be normal in any other story, considering her age, but I feel like it's an undertone for things to come. Yay for fine things that will probably go horribly wrong!
-Observing Anon

Date: Saturday, February 13th, 2016 03:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] scara
What if the whole story is a dream? Dez could be in a coma from the car crash with her parents and all of this is her coma dream.

Date: Saturday, February 13th, 2016 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I feel like if that happened she'd still have to deal with the mental effects of thinking those horrible things actually happened and the terrible aspect of no longer having MC or Kurt or Zisteau. That would probably be more heart breaking if her parents are still alive and it was just a dream or a coma.
-Observing Anon

Date: Saturday, February 13th, 2016 03:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] scara
Huzzah for new chapter! \o/

Glad you found inspiration to overcome your writers block with this story :)

Things are looking up, the love of a good guy, the support of loving parents and now the opportunity to showcase her talent that could launch a career; go Dez! :D


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