This is my first story please go easy on me. I would like to say that user XRawrXHeartsX wrote a Style story called "Perfect" and I absolutely loved it but I would like to apologize because I kind of stole her manor of writing. I mean this in the way that I wrote it in sections based on their narrator but they still blend together. If you haven't read her story, it's really good. I swear to her that I have not stolen her idea too haha It's only another Style story. Anyway, I hope you like it. If you don't too bad. lol
Internal Feelings (Chapter One)
Loose curls of scarlet hair hugged his thin face. His large, yellow-green eyes captivated the most unaware of passerby's. Only two freckles made a home on his young face and nothing more. A light green ushanka sat upon his head hiding part of his hair and letting several strands escape from underneath. He wore a thin orange jacket around his slim, but slightly muscular, torso. His legs, which were covered by grey skinny jeans, brought him to be about six feet tall. And his shoes were black converse high-tops. He was 17 and his name was Kyle Broflovski. This is who I saw as I stared in the mirror. I then left the school building and walked to the edge of the parking lot.
I sat on the back of a bench and began eating an apple outside of the high school's football field awaiting my best friend's arrival from football practice. My iPod's headphones screamed into my ears, blocking out the world and its madness, for music stops the madness. As soon as my apple had decayed to the core my best friend emerged from the gates of the football field. He wore a blue snow cap that covered his straight black hair. One of his icy blue eyes was hidden beneath his hair and the other dared to peek out from behind it. His very muscular upper-body was covered by a brown jacket. His pants were jet black jeans and his shoes: red converse. He was taller than I but not by much. He was also 17 but I was older by five days; his name was Stan Marsh. A huge smile was immediately plastered onto his face as he waved to me. I waved back, threw my apple on the ground, and turned off my iPod.
"Hey, Stan, how was practice?" I asked as he approached the bench.
"Eh, same as usual, how was waiting for me?" He smiled.
"I had an apple," I said as I displayed a ridiculously large grin on my face.
"Yummy," Stan replied. With that, I stood and we both walked to my car. I dropped Stan off and headed home cheerfully.
Sorry it's so short. T.T