Porter POV

I took a deep breath and started, "Before you, Roni was my assignment,"

"What?" Carl exclaimed with a confused look.

"Just listen..." I said, "Dr Cassabi gave me my first assignment after my training; To help Veronica Blake get rid of her stage fright,"

"I guess that didn't go well," Carl said, remembering she didn't want to sign up for the play.

I shook my head, "Not at all, she freaked out everytime she got on stage. Even when I tried to help with my magic, it made it worse, and we got into fights."

"I wouldn't be surprised,"


"You put the audience in their underwear!" she exclaimed. We were backstage after her fail audition for

"I thought it was funny," I continued to laugh.

"I didn't know whether to cry or run," she complained.

"Hey, you decided to freeze up there, I just decided to help,"

"You suck Porter," she said throwing her script at him, "Why can't you use your angel magic right for once,"

"Lighten up," I defended myself, "At this rate, I'm never going to get my wings,"

"Well sorry," she argued sarcastically, "But I didn't ask for help,"

"Whatever," I scoffed. I thought she would show some appreciation, but I guess that wasn't much help.

"You actually did that!" exclaimed Carl.

"Hey, it was pretty funny," I chuckled, "Anyway, eventually that hate, turned into an almost like, which turned into a like like,"

"So you guys have a history, I get it," frowned Carl, "But wait, she hasn't mentioned any of this. She seemed like she doesn't even know you,"

"She doesn't remember," I said sadly sitting on my bed, "The Angel council found out about us, and after a couple of warnings they separated us. They erased her memory of me,"

Carl sat there stunned, "That's harsh man, so all this time you've been trying to hide your feelings for her,"

I nodded and kept silent. I didn't know what else to say, "I'm sorry Carl, I know how much you liked her,"

He shook his head and slightly smiled, "No, I'm just glad you told me the truth. But honestly, I think her memory is coming back,"

"Yeah, me too, I want to tell her but,"

"But what," said Carl getting up, "What has ever stopped Porter from breaking the rules before?"

He was right. I never thought Carl would be giving me girl advice. "So I should tell her?"

"If she makes you happy, forget the council man," argued Carl, "You're a great person...I mean angel, so you deserve to be happy too,"

"Thanks Carl," I nodded, "You're the best fake cousin I ever had,"

I quickly ran downstairs, and went into the kitchen. There I saw Carl's mom and Roni's mom cleaning while Becky was eating the last brownie.

"Umm...where did Roni go?" I asked calmly.

"Oh she wasn't feeling well," her mom said, "So she decided to head home,"

I might still be able to catch her. I ran to the door grabbing my jacket running out across the street.

I saw Roni, just a couple of feet in front of her house, wrapped in her jacket and red scarf.

"Hey Roni, wait up!" I exclaimed.

She quickly turned around looking confused, "Porter? What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you," I said.

"Did you talk to Carl?" she asked worried.

"Yeah, but that's not what I needed to say,"

She looked at me with her warm brown eyes, "This is going to sound weird, but we have met before,"

"We have?" she questioned.

"We know each other, pretty well actually," I started.

"Porter, I really don't know what you're..." I interrupted her as I made a white rose appear in my hand.

"How did you do that?" she exclaimed.

"I need you to remember Roni," I said to her, "I'm an Angel,"

She looked at me in silence, "Are you crazy or something?" she said angrily about to turn around until I said,

"You liked to be called Roni, because you think when people say Veronica it takes forever," I started.

"Wait..how.." she said, but I interrupted again, "You hate the colour green, you love icecream in the winter, you couldn't dance if your life depended on it, and you love white roses a million times better than red ones," I finished as I put the rose in her hands. My angel magic did the rest. I was really hoping that this would turn out right.

Her eyes widened as she slightly looked shocked, "Porter? You are an angel," she said rememebering.

"You remember everything," I asked.

"Kind of," she said, "It's all coming back to me slowly. They erased my memory because I told them I lo..." she stopped right there. I knew what she was going to say.

"I am so sorry," I apologized, "But I needed you to remember. It was killing me this whole week,"

"I really can't dance?" she smiled, "That's embaressing."

"Hey but you can sing, better than an angel I know," I joked.

"Why don't you come in?" she said, "We got some catching up to do,"

I nodded as we both entered her house. I hope this would work out.

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