Aden
A sharp, giddy, effeminate squeal ravaged the peace. Having its dirty way with what had once been silence before the sound actually formed into an identifiable word. A name. A name that came dramatically long and drawn out in one impressive, shrill shriek.
"GAAAAAAAAAABE!"
And then?
Then…there was silence.
Silences, followed by persistence.
Undaunted…
Unrelenting…
Obnoxious persistence.
"GABE! GABE! GABE! GABE! GABE!"
Then the voice morphed into a deeper, huskier, barrel-chested growl.
"GAAAAAAAABE!"
Followed, finally, by the visual manifestation of the source of this auditory chaos and mayhem.
A man.
A young man, seeming no older than 20. Maybe 21.
…maybe…
Though it was difficult to tell his exact age from the expression of his face. His eyes were a deep, dark, rich, smoldering chocolate brown. Like a Hershey's Kiss, or something darker that paired well with a refined glass of french wine. Made only darker by long lashes doused in mascara and outlined in what the young man insisted on calling 'guyliner'. The harshness of his vampirically pale complexion, along with sharply jagged, angular features and a lean jawline were finely balanced and offset by the smile he wore. Sweet while simultaneously holding a level of impish mischievousness. As if he were up to something.
And the rest of him seemed to be just as puckish and up to no good.
His attire was stylishly haphazard and whimsical with an edgy anarchistic punk/grudge/rock feel.
Clothing that could have been viewed as slightly immature for his age with the black graphic t-shirt he wore that challenged the world to 'Suck It'. Unassuming dark jeans that might have been just a size too large and baggy for his lean, wiry, almost awkwardly lanky frame. Held up by a thick black studded belt that couldn't quite decide if it were Goth or Emo. And the young man's whole ensemble was finished with thick black intimidating combat boots that came loosely laced in a laissez faire manner that gave added height to his already tall six foot two stature.
Then there were the accessories he wore.
And oh, how the young man had decided to accessorize himself.
Thick rebellious wristbands.
Prominent rings proudly displayed on both of his thumbs and middle fingers.
Piercings and vibrant, artful tattoos of every variety.
Then there was the hair.
There was little room for doubt that the man absolutely loved his hair.
Jet black and cut in a high maintenance, aggressively anarchistic style that left almost half of his head shaved to a fade. The other half grown out and swept to one side of his face, the edges of his bangs having been tipped in vibrant electric blue. Though the young man had taken added time and attention by haphazardly spiking and mussing the back with product. And his chromatic bangs had been twisted into a spiral and bobby pinned back away from his face. A style that would have made the young man look questionably androgynous if he weren't exuding such outlandish self confidence in who he was.
It would have been no surprise to anyone that the ladies loved this young man.
Almost as much as he loved himself.
And thus was introduced the first subject of this study. The young man going by the name Aden. The lead singer/songwriter, front-man, and guitarist of the savage heavy metal band, 'December's Child.' On the hunt for the next subject.
"GAAAAAAAAABE!?"
His friend and comrade, though it was a complete mystery exactly how Aden had gone about befriending the man. Everyone had just stopped questioning it. Trying to make sense of it. And just accepted it as common knowledge.
Because the truth that these two were actually good friends just didn't make any sense at all.
They were nothing alike.
"GAAAAAAABE?!"