A/N: New story! Please don't kill me. I know i have like a billion stories already and some i should really update, but just think of it this way, now you have one more story to read!
Clary POV:
Finally, Class was over for the semester.
I couldn't even express my happiness at this moment, currently I'm walking back home to my apartment. Trying to take a new route, because let's just say I didn't 'fancy' walking through the campus. Those sorority girls were too much sometimes.
So here I am, walking in my indigo short sleeved dress stopping mid-thigh that I paired with some back combat boots through the skate park.
My hair was up in a messy bun with fallen strands casing in my face all held together by a paint brush. I had on a pair of huge headphones that were plugged into my phone which was in my black satchel that was strapped across my chest.
A few yards ago I had this image in my head and I needed to draw so I grabbed my sketch book out of my satchel and began to draw as I walked home.
I began bobbing my head up and down as Troublemaker by Olly Murs rang throughout my ears.
My right hand expertly etched the image that I had in my mind. Almost perfect. Almost.
For some reason I could never get lips right. Everything else was exactly what I had imagined but just the lips, they were either overly skinny, or rather large. Never realistic looking.
It was just something that I couldn't do, even when I was a little girl. My mother told me that it was just something that happened to artist, there was always something that they couldn't draw or paint correctly. But with her it used to be noses and now she can draw them perfectly. When was it my turn to get over this rut and start drawing perfect lips?
I let out a sigh as I just stared at my drawing as I walked.
It was of a little boy, a boy with sad eyes and no lips. Just like all of my drawings. He looked like he had been crying for a while, the cause I had no clue. He had black hair and later on I would color in his eyes, they would be blue. Blue like the sky.
I crashed back to reality when I felt this sinking feeling then myself being lifted off of my feet.
"What the hell?!" I screamed as I was whisked away by a boy with golden curls.
He maneuvered me so I was being held bridal style while he skated expertly around the bowl.
He did a few turns and finally launched up the side coming to a stop on the edge of it.
My sketch book was clutched to my chest and my satchel resting against this boy's shirt. I glanced back at the bowl looking at the various skateboarders staring at me in amusement.
I returned my gaze back to my body then looked up at the person holding me.
He had golden hair and golden eyes to match. His face was a beauty, something that my fingers itched to sketch. He had a small smirk on as he gazed down at me.
I blinked in confusion wondering how I ended up in this guy's arms.
He set me down gently and I stuffed my sketch book back into my satchel. I paused Olly and rested the head phones around my neck.
My hair had fallen out and I noticed that my favorite paint brush that had held it together was now in the middle of the bowl.
"Um. Could you get my paint brush for me?" I asked a slight pink creeping its way on my face.
The boy shrugged and grabbed his board. He put it under his left foot as he placed his right foot on the top while he held the tip of it ready to lean forward and slide down the wall. He leaned forward and hurled down the side. As he approached the brush he quickly bent down and retrieved it, he circled around the bowl and as fast as he left he came back as quick. He handed me back my brush but not before giving me a wink.
"Thanks" I smiled. I twisted my hair back up into a bun and stuck my paint brush through it.
I turned my body away from him and faced the bowl.
I looked at the path that I had just walked on and saw that it led directly though the bowl.
So that's how it happened. I was probably too busy sketching and blasting Olly that I hadn't paid attention.
"I'm guessing you saved me from falling huh?" I spoke as I turned to the boy.
He stood there looking at me. His golden eyes had a slight twinkle in them; the sun enhanced them making them look like melted gold.
"That I did. Guess you had your head up in the clouds huh?" he smirked.
I don't know why but I felt my heart skip a beat. God, how cliché was that.
My face even began to blush. What was this feeling?
"I… I uh… I guess I did" I stuttered.
Why am I stuttering?
As I looked at him I couldn't help but feel this attraction for him. He looked like one of those boys that your mother warned you about and the type that your father dreaded.
He had on a black tank top that showed his fine muscular arms. Tattoos cover both arms and more were peeking out from under his black tank top. He had on a pair of black skinny jeans; usually I'm not into those types of guys who wear that. But on this guy, lord have mercy. He matched that with a pair of black chucks. His golden hair was pulled back in a sort of a man bun kind of thing, and god it was working for him.
I had this overwhelming feeling of wanted to just feel him up.
I couldn't help but want his hands all over my body.
Whoa, where did that come from?
"There it is again" he spoke lifting his skateboard and holding it in one hand.
I snapped back to reality, "What?"
"That look in your eyes. It seems like you're always drifting away" he spoke as he set the skateboard down and holding it at the top with his left hand.
I twirled one of my red strands of hair around my finger.
"Yea, it happens a lot" I sighed.
It was true; my father always told me that ever since I was little I was always lost in my own world. He told me I needed to grow up and face reality. But why do that? I mean reality is just so… boring. In my mind my world is way better. Everything is filled with color and it's so vivid. I can imagine things, and then draw them in my sketch book.
"And there it is again" the boys voice chuckled.
I lifted my gaze to him.
"Oh Sorry" I said awkwardly.
He chuckled again, "its okay dream girl"
"Dream girl?" I smiled as I took a step back.
He sent a wink and before I knew it he was over the edge and skating off.
I watched him for a split second then I lifted my gaze up at the group of skate boarders.
There was this girl that stood out. She had blond hair with piercing blue eyes. She wore a scowl on her face.
Damn, something must have kicked her in the ass or something.
I raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes at me.
The skater boy skated up to the group and walked over to the girl. She immediately turned away from me and began to push her boobs out twirl a strand of her long blond hair around her finger.
Oooh, I get it now.
She totally like this dude.
The skater boy turned away from her and looked at me.
He smiled; I noticed that he had dimples. He threw me a wink and did a sort of salute thing.
I smiled at him and turned away. I slowly but surely started towards the path that led to my apartment.
It was at this moment that I decided that I would totally be walking back this way for the rest of my life.
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