(A/n: Let me know if I should continue? I recommend listening to Gorgeous Nightmare by ETF.)
One look from those big brown eyes, that's all it took to pull me in.
And God only knows what those beautiful, traced with thin black eyeliner, might I add, doe eyes did to me.
His hair was black, the center had a chunky streak of honey blonde leading to the back of his some what shaggy locks, spiked with gel in the back, making it appear shorter. He had long, black-sidebangs, covering one eye. Two long strands of black on the sides of his head, framing his paper-pale, flawless face.
His lips were a pale pink, thin on the top, yet slightly pouty at the bottom. Perfect for kissing.
Not that I'd say that aloud.
There was also a flipped silver-lipring, no balls on the outside of it. Obviously fake.
He wore blue skinny-jeans, a black asking alexandria tee, black chuck-taylors, and a black jacket, unzipped with cut in thumb-holes.
He was thin, slim, small, standing at only 5"2.
On the bridge of his nose, which was thin, slim, perfect, was a pair of square, thin rimmed-glasses.
His ears bore size 8 gauges, which made him look cuter if possible.
Dear Lord, do I feel like a creeper or what starring at him from the other side of the club.
I ran a hand through my long-spikey-cherry-locks and sighed, leaning my arm onto the bar behind me.
His name wad Max Manson, his dad owned the place.
He was only 15, 16 in November.
He sat at a booth, talking to some other alternative looking kids, some music blasting loud into the packed club.
I sighed, taking a drink of my beer.
Was I drinking enough to get wasted? No, this is the only one for tonight.
My name's Axel Flames, and yes I'm 21, so I'm legal and blah blah blah.
I stand at 5"9, muscular yet slim and tan.
My black tee-shirt clung to my muscles, my ripped blue-jeans giving me a complete bad-boy look.
My ears held multiple piercings, and my shoes were black boots.
kept starring, not caring of what others though, only lost in how perfect he was, and how to fulfill this mission.
At that moment, he looked up, his choclate-orbs meeting my own piercing-green.
As soon as it started, it ended, and he looked away.
I sighed.
This was gonna be a long night.