AN: It's been awhile since I've been on FanFiction, but I've been thinking about writing a new story. Which is what you are about to read, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own the OC's.

Brown Eyes

As the sun shined through Desiree Johnson's window, she slowly opened her eyes, looking away from the light. She was woken up, once again, from her dream. She has been having the same dream for over three nights now. She meets this mysterious boy, and he shows her how to have fun and that there's more to life than just living. Once the sun starts to rise, he'd place her brown hair behind her ear, and they'd look deep into each other's brown eyes. Then, she'd ask him his name, and once his lips separate to tell her, she'd wake up. She gave him a nickname, Angel. It seems lame, but he shows her how to live life without fear and she's always thankful in the end. She smiled, replaying the dream over and over again.

"Desiree!" her mother, Mary, called from downstairs, disturbing Desiree's thoughts, "You aren't going to get out of bed to say goodbye to me?"

She looked at the time, and realized it was 8 am. She was supposed to wake up 2 hours ago to wake her mom up, make her breakfast, and tell her 'I love you' everytime she saw her. She jumped out of bed and ran down stairs.

Mary was leaving for 3 weeks. She was going to Texas to visit her sister, Abby, and new nieces. The only reason Desiree's staying is, because her mom knows she doesn't get along with her aunt's five other children.

"Mom, I don't know what I'm going to do without you," she said, hugging Mary with all her might.

"I know, Desi-Poo. I'll call every night, okay?" Mary said reassuringly, "Promise me you'll have some fun. Promise me you'll get into trouble. Kiss a boy, sneak out after hours, do something. You deprive yourself of living life."

"I have fun." Desiree said defensively. I have fun staying at home reading until 10? How pathetic, she thought.

Desiree wasn't exactly a troubled child. At school, there were her extra-curricular classes: biology and geometry; she also had color guard practice. At home, she had tons of homework, which she never complained about, and then practiced color guard with her two best friends, Katelyn and Symmone. She loved it. But school is always interfered with these three boring months called summer. All she ever does is stay in the house and read.

"Promise me, Desiree."

"Okay, I promise." she held out her pinkie.

Her mom linked her pinkie with her daughter's, "Good. But don't have too much fun. Like I don't want to hear 'You're going to be a Grandma!' When I get back." she smiled, knowing Desiree would never do that.

"I love you," Desiree said, kissing her cheek.

"Love you too," She said as she kissed my forehead.


"And Forever."

"Come here, baby. Come here, sweet honey. Come here, baby," Arthur sang. A couple that was walking by gave him five dollars. He thanked them and then started putting his guitar away. Ten dollars is enough for today, he thought. He clenched his stomach and closed his eyes.

He hasn't eaten in who knows how long, and he was tired of looking for food on the street. He put his guitar in a secret place behind some bushes and started to head towards Safeway. It's a few blocks down, but security there is weak, he thought, smiling.

"Hello, miss. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, thanks."

I can't believe there wasn't any food in the house. I had to walk nine blocks to get myself breakfast. Now that I'm here, I would've settled for the grapes and soda in the fridge. But she would need to go out eventually. Katey and Symmone were coming over for a sleepover, a perfect way to celebrate her first night of freedom.

As Desiree watched the taxi take her mom to the airport, she made a promise to herself. She'll do things she'd never usually do. She'd have fun and wouldn't be so uptight.

Desiree was contemplating if she should buy Chessman or Milano cookies when this guy fell on her. He fell and used her to support him, and she fell along with him.

"What the hell! What's your.." she started to yell, but he cut her off with his hand over her mouth.

"Shh, don't make a scene, or the owner will get me." The strange boy whispered. He had dark-skin, and deep brown eyes, just like Desiree, and it seemed he was hiding something.

She bit his hand, and it tasted like she just picked up a 10-day old burger on the subway floor and took a decent bite into it. But she didn't want to seem rude. He was obviously homeless, and was too busy finding food to find a shower.

"Hey!" He said, pulling away his hand. "You don't know where that's been." Then I noticed two boxes of cookies falling out of his shirt.

"Are you shoplifting?" she asked, with a lot of shock in her voice.

"I don't get all my stuff handed to me like some people." He said, looking at what she was wearing. A purple high-waisted skirt with a deep grey V-neck tucked in.

Desiree was about to say something, but it was then she noticed he was still on top of her, and she bit her lip. She has never been in this position before, and it felt weird having this experience being shared with a stranger. Assuming he felt the same way, he got off of her.

They stood up, and the boxes of cookies fell to the floor.

"I guess I'll have to steal somewhere else, if you are going to rat me out," he said. Great, now he thinks I'm a goody-two shoes, she thought.

"I'd never do that. I don't want you to get into trouble," Desiree began, picking up the cookies, "let me buy them for you. I'd hate to see you get caught knowing I could've done something." she finished sweetly.

"No, I wouldn't be able to pay you back."

"It's okay, really. I'll help, free of charge."

"What's the catch?" he asked suspiciously

"No, catch. What do I look like? A car salesman," she joked lamely.

There was a long pause. As if this decision will change his entire life. I guess he doesn't trust easily. Very good lesson in life, I had to teach myself a few years back, she thought.

"Okay. I'll wait outside." He turned away and headed towards the exit.

"Here you go." I gave him the cookies, along with an apple, bottle of water, and a bag of carrots. He devoured the cookies and carrots, and chugged half the bottle of water within 5 minutes.

He looked at me, "You're alright, Cookie."

"I wish there was more I could do for you." She said, trying not to smile at the nickname he gave her.

"I don't need your charity." He said defensively.

"It's more like hospitality. Please? You'd be doing me a favor, I need help with these bags, anyways."

"I can't, I need to get back to Roxy."

"If you work, why were you going to steal those cookies?" she said, hiding her disappointment. So much for doing things you don't usually do, she thought.

"It's complicated," he said, drinking more water.

She didn't know what it was, but she wanted to see him again. She was drawn to him. But that'd be weird to say to a complete stranger. She has only known him for thirty minutes, and she was going to show him where she lived.

"Well, at least help me lug these bags to my house. You can leave as soon as you get there," she said coolly. Don't push him, and don't seem eager.

"Well," he started slowly, "Fine. I should pay you back in some way." He started taking bags out of the cart.

"So, how long has it been since you've eaten?" Desiree asked curiously.

"Just a couple of days, but sometimes it's longer than that."

"Where do you live?"

He started talking about how he lives in this abandoned theater full of starving artists, literally. He told me how they are sidewalk artists, and try to get people to give them money, so they can give it to Wizard. He also mentioned that Wizard has a few loose screws, but he's a very talented guitar player.

"So what do you do?" Desiree asked, looking up at him.

"What do you mean?" he looked confused.

"What's your talent?"

"I'm a guitarist and I sing." He said proudly.

"Really? You sing?" She asked eagerly.

"Yes, but I never get enough money for Wizard to be proud of me." He looked down at his feet. Desiree looked at him sympathetically, trying to find the right words to say, but none came to mind.

"Oh, this is my house." She said, holding the gate open.

"Wow, this place is huge." He said amazed, closing the gate behind him. Desiree continued walking and pulled out her keys from her jeans' pocket.

"Nah, you should see the houses down the street. My house is half the size." She said, opening the door. She held it open, as he walked through and looked at her house with wide eyes.

"This is a nice place, Cookie," he said finally.

"Thanks, follow me," I said, leading him to the kitchen, "What's your name?"

"Arthur, just Arthur," He said putting his grocery's next to where Desiree put hers, "And yours would me?"

"Desiree," She said, all of a sudden shy.

"I think I like Cookie, better." He winked. As she looked away from him smiling, she heard her cell phone ring. She took it out of her pocket and it said 'Katelyn' across the screen. She faced Arthur.

"Excuse me for a minute." She said walking into the living room, and pressed 'Accept' on her phone.

"Hey, lovely."

"Hey, Desi! What's up?" Katey asked.

"Well, I went to the grocery store and got some food for my Freedom Party. I got some chips and soda. Oh, I also met a strange homeless boy, bought him food and invited him to my house." Desiree said casually.

"WHAT?!" she exclaimed.

"Yea, I got those BBQ chips that you love so much."

"That's not what I was talking about, and you know it. Who is he?"

"No one, I'll tell you and Symmone when you get here. 8:00 P.M., right?" I asked.

"Okay, I'll wait. See you at 8." She said. Desiree hung up and headed toward the kitchen. She heard faint singing. Did Arthur turn on the radio, she thought, peeking though her swinging door. She saw Arthur, singing along to Journey's song 'Open Arms' as he was putting away groceries. Desiree couldn't help but smile. He was a really good singer.

"Well, with that voice, you should be singing in a studio, not the streets." Desiree said, walking through the door. Arthur looked startled.

"Don't do that, you scared me," He said, putting a hand over his heart.

"Thanks for putting everything away for me," she said gratefully.

"Like I said, I should pay you back."

"But I didn't do much. Anyone would've done the same thing."

"Not a lot of people would do that." He said, walking closer. Is he going to kiss me? She bit her lip nervously.

"It's my civil duty." She said.

"To do what?" He said, inches from my face.

"Help people in need."

"So, how many people have you helped this summer?"

"Just you." Desiree said, looking at his lips.

"I appreciate it. Is there anything else I can do?" He said, leaning in. The closer he got, the farther Desiree got. She was leaning backwards, avoiding his lips, lost her balance, and fell on her back. Desiree kicked his ankle and he fell on her.

"We must stop meeting like this," He said, smiling.

"Let's not make this a habit," She said. They were looking into each other's eyes, but Desiree looked away, "I thought you said you had to get back to Roxy." His eyes widened and got off of Desiree.

"I forgot! I hope she's still there," He said, turning away, but then he faced Desiree again, "I want to see you again."

"I don't know. I don't really leave the house for anything but food." She said, inwardly cursing herself. You're lame, Desiree, you know that? But he smiled.

"We'll see each other again." Then he turned around, this time not turning back, and ran out the front door.

"You did what?!" Katey and Symmone said in unison. Desiree rolled her eyes. They kept on interrupting with that same phrase.

"Then he had to go pick up his girlfriend, Roxy," She said sadly.

"Ah, so he's a player." Symmone said, pondering this.

"A cute player." Desiree said, falling back on her sleeping bag.

"Duh, have you ever heard of an ugly player?" Katelyn joked.

"Yea! Casanova wasn't cute!" Desiree exclaimed.

"Yes, he was." They said dreamily.

"He sings, he plays guitar, and.." Desiree started.

"He's homeless." Katelyn finished.

"But if he sings, maybe you guys can make harmony together." Mony smiled.

"Don't encourage her!" Katey exclaimed, "But if you see him again, I strongly suggest more flirting."

"And kiss a little." Mony said, wigging her eyebrows.

"She never has fun, and she's sixteen." Katey said, now facing Mony.

"I know, she takes life too seriously." Mony said to Katey.

"Guys, instead of talking about me, why not talk to me?" Desiree said.

"You know it's true though." Mony said.

"I know. I promised myself that I'd live my life like there's no tomorrow." Desiree looked at her hands.

"You need to put down that wall you always build when you meet a guy. Take a chance. Just because Joe hurt you, doesn't mean another will." Mony explained.

"Besides, the Joe thing happened two years ago, you need to let go." Katey said.

"Katey, I just got over Joe a month ago, even now, I wish he was mine. I can't handle another guy hurting me. But..." Desiree started, looking out the window, "Maybe it's worth the risk."

"POCKETS!" Wizard yelled. Everyone was scrambling to put his or her money in the basket, waiting to be congratulated or lectured. Everyone seemed to make a decent amount. But Arthur hasn't been making much lately. Wizard walked up to him.

"Wizard, I didn't make much," He started to explain but when reached into his pocket, he pulled out the ten he made on the street, a twenty dollar bill, and a note. He pulled the note apart from the money and he put the thirty dollars in the basket.

"Didn't make much? You made plenty, well done, Arthur. Lights out!" Wizard turned away. Everyone ran to his or her beds, including Arthur. Once he was in his bed, he pulled out the note and opened it.


I hope this is enough to make Wizard proud of you. Your angelic voice deserves more than you earn.


Arthur smiled as he finished the note. I need to see her again, he thought, closing his eyes, dreaming of her bright smile, and brown eyes.