The sun was shining, the sky beautifully clear; a perfect day. So why was it horrible for one kid? Marko Lee Dente was having the worst day ever. He woke up late for work, got jumped by surf Nazis, dumped by his girlfriend, and now he's stuck working at the shop until ten. He only had three hours to get drunk and party with his friends.

Marko had emerald green eyes and dark blond locks in the style of a curly mullet, his face looked sweet and he was very short. This meant that he gave off a look that reminded you of a little brother who was naive and unknowing, and he loathed it. He could look tough if he was in a foul mood, but other than that he was...adorable. And, again, he hated it. At the moment he sported a white tank top, blue ripped jeans, and his jacket (that had a few empty spots of which that weren't coated with patches). As the bell to the auto repair shop chimed he didn't look up, he remained exactly where he was and kept flipping through the dull magazine.

"Hey." A voice penetrated his ears, interrupting Marko's pissy mood.

... ignore.

"Hello, dude?"

Please go away...

"Yo, bitch!"

Marko looked up sharply at the persistent guy in front of him. He had wild blond hair and vibrant chocolate-brown eyes. His garb was quite alluring, he gave off the look of a rock star. He had on bleach white pants with a black belt coated with silver chains, he wore a leather jacket decorated with safety pins, chains, and a few buttons of rock bands.

Marko raised his eyebrows, "What?" His tone was bored and unhappy as always when working, and due to his current mood: a irritated growl.

The blond smiled, "I need a few motorcycle parts." The Twisted Sister look-a-like handed him a list parts he needed. Marko rolled his eyes and shut the magazine, after searching he gathered all the parts and rung them up.

"A hundred and ten, even," Marko said scratching his head. His costumer pulled a large wad of bills from his pocket and tossed it on the counter.

"So, what's your name patches?" Twisted Sister said, giving Marko a innocent look.

Raising his eyebrows he spoke, "Marko Dente, what's yours?"

"Paul," The boy simply stated. "You getting off soon? A few of my friends and I were going to hang out."

"You just invite random guys to go hang out with you?" Marko's tone was dull.

"Only the ones that look cool, Marko." Paul laughed lightly.

"I get out of this place at ten, I don't know if-"

Paul cut him off, "Cool, I'll swing by and and grab you then." And before the other blond could object Paul was out the door.

"If I should," Marko finished his cut off sentence and sighed, "Perché a me?" Looking out of the window he noticed Paul climb onto a motorcycle next to a platinum blond and an black haired guy. He then turned back to the magazine he had been reading before the crazy boy, 'Paul', came into the store. Little did Marko know that this boy would change his life forever...

Ahhh, yes since I'm so obsessed with the adorable little devil I thought that this would be...cute. Paul meeting Marko for the first time and little did he know that in such a short time his mortal life would end. Muhahahahaha, I is evils. "Perché a me?" is "Why me?" in Italian

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