Right. This is my second fic. Bear with me, I may forget about this, or be too busy or just can't be arsed to write anything. I thought about this when I discovered Mayday Parade. The spelling may be a little dodgy because I'm typing this all on my phone. This is going to be a Multi-Chapter story. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own the plot and Atty
Longboarding has always been an escape for me. Life has always been a bitch to me. Everytime life gets too bitchy I grab my longboard and my backpack, which always has a couple of books in it, and catch a train into town and head towards the beach.
Today's book was paper towns by John Green, I've read it before but it's my all time favourite, I sat on the beach wall for an hour just getting lost in the adventure that was the book, I got up after an hour with a numb bum. After a short deliberation, I decided that I would longboard through town to that cute little cafe I liked. I set off going down the cycle path and up through a side alley until I came out next to HMV, pushing myself up the slight hill to Marks & Spencer I turned around the corner and collided with what seemed to be a green wall, suddenly a pair of strong arms caught my waist before I fell on my arse, flicking my long auburn hair out of my face and readjusting my beanie I looked up, and when I say up I mean up, He was at least 6ft 3 which was tall compared to my 5ft 9, his shoulder length black hair fell softly around his face, normally I wouldn't like a guy with long hair but with this guy you really couldn't see it another way, a fitted green shirt was literally clinging to his torso framed by a soft looking black hoodie. The wall laughed again as I realised I was full on gawping at this guy with my mouth open and everything.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry for riding into you and staring at you, oh and sorry for swearing." I said flustered, I have the tendancy to ramble when embarrased.
"Hey, trippy it's fine, if anything I hurt you more" he said in a heart meltingly british accent, fair enough everyone here has a british accent, but his was ,
"what did you call me?" I asked curiously
"why I called you trippy" he replied with a gorgeous smile
"makes sense" I said not realising he still had his arms around me
"I suppose it does" he confirmed
"sorry, do you mind removing your arms, sorry, I just have to pick up my longboard." He unwrapped his arms from me as I bent down to pick-up the board.
"Hey, I was on my way to get coffee, want to come with ?" I asked nervously chewing on my fluffy yellow jumper.
"Sure, lead the way" he replied with a grin.