PROLOUGE
It seemed like her laugh should produce smoke but it didn't. Instead it was husky and smoky. Her eyes were half lidded, her laughs close together and small, her eyes glazed over like she was high. She didn't fall a lot but when she did she fell hard. If I told you I never fell for her it would be a lie. I did. I fell hard for her. When I asked her out she smiled, she seemed happy. For the first 2 months it was great. I thought I knew everything about her. I was wrong. It would be 2 months until the first slip up. When it was a happy day for her bad things would happen to me. I couldn't blame her because, she would cry because, it was her "special day". It was always her special day. The first mistake I made was falling for her as hard as I did. She was beautiful, and bad at the same time. She was a hardcore girl who did hard core things: drugs, parties, drinking, blow jobs in the bathroom cheap sex in a sleazy motel for cheap money to shoot up. She always fell for the bad boys. They fell for her like rocks.
Her ears were small, pointed, and silver. Her hair was silver, and gave off an eerie glow like silver moon light. Her hair came down to her waist, her bangs were side-swept to the left. Her eyebrows were slim, and defined. Her eyes were lined with a ring of eyeliner, her eyelashes naturally dark. her eyes were a deep, rustic, and dead colored amber. Her nose was small, she had it pierced. Her mouth was small, and her lips were a light pink. she had her bottom right lip pierced. Her neck was long and slender like a shoulders were small, and "lady like." Her arms were tanned and skinny,graceful in their movements. Her wrists were small and delicate. Her right wrist wore two crossing gold bracelets. Her fingers were long and had long claw like fingernails. She always painted them black. Her breasts were big and her stomach flat. She had her bellybutton pierced. Her waist was slim, her hips curved. Her legs were tanned and fragile looking. Her slender ankles held two gold jingling bracelets that crossed each other. Her feet were small, and dainty. No one knew her name. Because: they had never bothered to ask. She was unapproachable. She was cold. She was scary. No one cared enough to find out. No one knew where she lived, who she was, how she got to the school, who her parents were, how old was she. No one knew her name because she didn't exist. She was a nobody yet at the same time she was a somebody. Infamous and -important and important. That's why he was attracted to her. And when it came out that they were publicly dating she attracted all thewrong people. And then suddenly every one knew who she was, though they called her the nameless girl, or the girl with out a name her own. They had been dating for almost a year, and he still didn't know her name,or what her voice sounded like. but when she did speak she attracted the wrong people. So, he left. And she tried to follow. She ended up staying behind while he made it big. But, when he got back expecting to date her again she was already taken. She had surpassed him in strength and knowledge. She was a big somebody she was important. He hadn't expected that. And neither had she.
Okay so, I know this is not my first Fan-Fiction, and I could have done better. However this had been on my mind for a while. It was half in the spirit of 4-15-11 because, that is the day of silence for lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, and trans-gender. This is for the people like me who feel we have to be silent about our sexuality. The other half is because, The Boy is based on one of my friends who is actually a girl. And the girl only in this part is based off of me and a little experience between myself and said "friend." Sadly were no longer friends. so this was my way of letting go. Thank you "friend" So, if you could would you please review it would help. If you do thank you. If you don't its okay...for now.