Mask
The black eye covering object hid him from the world, hiding the olive skinned angel. His black eyes glistened with the cheap strobe lights that flickered constantly. The six-foot-two seventeen-year old stood alone; leaning with his thin back against the dark purple wall. He watched as everyone danced to the music from the Masquerade; dressed in silly costumes and masks.
Everyone but one single boy who stood alone.
He had strawberry blonde hair that fell to his mid-neck and a very light complexion. White clothes accompanied his thin but built frame, a white mask covering his eyes. But even from this distance, the olive skinned boy could see those beautiful cloudy blue eyes. They had a soft oval curve and long lashes that blinked every once and a while.
He was the complete opposite of the seventeen-year old.
The dark eyed boy had long black hair, falling down to barely brush the top of his shoulders. He had a scrawny figure that surprisingly held its own during fights- which he got into often. He wore all a black T-shirt along with black skinny jeans to match his black mask. He was never one to dress up for things, since he hated the itchy feelings it gave him.
The blonde haired boy began walking over to the dark skinned boy and stopped shortly in front of him. They were surprisingly the same height, exactly meeting black eyes to blue.
"Hi," was what came from the blonde's pale lips, his voice silky and melody like.
"Hey," the darker one responded, his voice raspy and worn out, sounding nothing like the pale boy. Things remained silent for a bit, the booming of the speakers filling the space between them.
"I'm Iggy," the blonde- apparently named Iggy- said, digging his hands in his white jeans. What kind of name was Iggy? Did his mother love Iggy's doughboys that much?
"Fang," Fang responded, brushing his overgrown black hair from his eyes. Iggy seemed to be contemplating Fang's name as vice versa, which amused the darker boy.
Iggy shifted uncomfortably as the silence between the two thickened. He turned to lean against the same wall as Fang which is when he saw it. The blonde had a picture of white angel wings on his back.
"Wings?" Fang asked, a side of his lips twitching upwards. Iggy nodded confidently, grinning at the darker boy. His smile sparkled and Fang had to blink a few times not to get lost in it.
"Yeah, thought it would be a costume without having to wear something ridiculous." Fang nodded in agreement and suddenly felt a laugh bubbling up in his throat. Maybe he finally meet his angel in a mask.