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So Darken Your Clothes, Or Strike A Violent Pose
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Ch. 2
“So Darken Your Clothes, Or Strike A Violent Pose”
I trudged across the soaked street to the bus stop, where the bus was already waiting for me. I climbed aboard, collapsed into my seat, and as always, stuck in my headphones.
The world is a vampire
Sent to drain
Secret destroyers
Hold you up to the flames-
Something felt weird. Like someone was staring at me. I looked around a bit, and almost started at what I saw.
Sitting behind me and to the right was the coolest looking guy I’d ever seen.
He was wearing all black: black Converse, black skinnies, and some awesome looking band hoodie that I’d definitely have to get a look at later. This was an event in itself at my conservative, averager-than-average high school where everyone was plastered in flashy colors and designer labels. His pale skin contrasted with his dark hair, which hung in his eyes in a way that he didn’t seem to mind, like ink on paper. His eyes were an intense, expressive dark hazel, and they looked away from me quickly as he realized I had noticed him.
Realizing that I’d been staring too, I quickly turned my gaze away; pretty sure I strongly resembled a sunburned tomato with some anger issues.
That didn’t stop me from sneaking glances at him for the rest of the ride, though. I couldn’t help it, really. He was just one of those people that you could never really, like, take in, in just one look.
As we lurched to a stop in the school parking lot, I took my time getting my backpack on and my headphones untangled. In high school, a lot of kids think something along the lines of: “Aw well, it’s school. Might as well start getting it over with as soon as possible.”.
Then there are those, “No way in hell I’m reentering that Prison until I absolutely have to.” kids. Me being the latter.
When I finally stood up and made my way to the front, I caught a glimpse of the black-clad boy trudging away from the window, and something on his bag caught my eye.
Holy shit.
He had Misfits patch on his bag.
That did it. I had to meet this kid.
Alright you guys, second chapter! Sorry if the spacing's a bit odd, by the way. I'm weird about stuff like that. XD R&R if ya like, but there's longer stuff to come pretty soon.
Rage and Love,
PrettyOddOwl
“So Darken Your Clothes, Or Strike A Violent Pose”
I trudged across the soaked street to the bus stop, where the bus was already waiting for me. I climbed aboard, collapsed into my seat, and as always, stuck in my headphones.
The world is a vampire
Sent to drain
Secret destroyers
Hold you up to the flames-
Something felt weird. Like someone was staring at me. I looked around a bit, and almost started at what I saw.
Sitting behind me and to the right was the coolest looking guy I’d ever seen.
He was wearing all black: black Converse, black skinnies, and some awesome looking band hoodie that I’d definitely have to get a look at later. This was an event in itself at my conservative, averager-than-average high school where everyone was plastered in flashy colors and designer labels. His pale skin contrasted with his dark hair, which hung in his eyes in a way that he didn’t seem to mind, like ink on paper. His eyes were an intense, expressive dark hazel, and they looked away from me quickly as he realized I had noticed him.
Realizing that I’d been staring too, I quickly turned my gaze away; pretty sure I strongly resembled a sunburned tomato with some anger issues.
That didn’t stop me from sneaking glances at him for the rest of the ride, though. I couldn’t help it, really. He was just one of those people that you could never really, like, take in, in just one look.
As we lurched to a stop in the school parking lot, I took my time getting my backpack on and my headphones untangled. In high school, a lot of kids think something along the lines of: “Aw well, it’s school. Might as well start getting it over with as soon as possible.”.
Then there are those, “No way in hell I’m reentering that Prison until I absolutely have to.” kids. Me being the latter.
When I finally stood up and made my way to the front, I caught a glimpse of the black-clad boy trudging away from the window, and something on his bag caught my eye.
Holy shit.
He had Misfits patch on his bag.
That did it. I had to meet this kid.
Alright you guys, second chapter! Sorry if the spacing's a bit odd, by the way. I'm weird about stuff like that. XD R&R if ya like, but there's longer stuff to come pretty soon.
Rage and Love,
PrettyOddOwl
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