Chapter 01
Their relationship had always been, well, passionate; ever since the day she had first crashed into his life. Joel gave a wry smile, looking back on it.
He had been sitting at the bottom of a hill, just reflecting on life, when she rolled down and crashed straight into him- a tornado wearing black lace and a black miniskirt with black clumpy boots.
"Watch it!" Joel cried, in shock.
The girl bristled. "I'll watch what I fucking well like!"
Joel laughed a little, taking this to be sarcastic. Her green eyes glowed in anger, as she snapped, "Would you be laughin' at me Irish accent, then?" She attempted to walk off; but Joel took hold of her wrist.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to make you mad; and I certainly wasn't laughing at your accent. It's too nice a day to be angry, so let's start again. Hi, I'm Joel."
"Seraphine," replied the girl, collapsing on the grass next to him.
Joel was uncertain if she was still taking the piss or not.
"I'm serious," she said. "Honest to God", and she crossed herself automatically, before fingering her metal crucifix absentmindedly. "You can call me Serrie, though."
"Um, OK, Serrie."
"You have cute eyes," she giggled.
"I'm sorry?"
"Jeez, Joel, I'm only trying to chat you up."
She got up to leave, but Joel pulled her back again. He started to kiss her- he had never moved so fast, relationship-wise, but there was something irresistable about this fiery, passionate girl; with her ruby lips, emerald eyes and curly dark hair.
Looking back on it, Joel thought that maybe they shouldn't have gone so quicky- he should have waited for a bit before sleeping with her. For Christ's sake, anyone could have walked over the hill and seen them at it!
But nobody interrupted them, on that gloriously hot July afternoon. And later, when Joel took Serrie out for ice-cream, he forgot to hold a door open for her and she declared that he was a 'bastard' and 'no guy in Ireland would ever...' Joel stopped her mouth with a kiss- tasting of strawberries and cream- before telling her that he was part Irish and if she still wanted that ice-cream, she better hold his hand all the way and not complain.
Joel was fast learning to control her. But not enough.