Gah! I can't believe I made his longer than hers! Damn. Anyway, this is a really quick update...which would like not happen again. I'll try to update at least two to three times a week. Anyway, Enjoy and pleas reaview!
He was loud, brass and annoying most of the time. And he didn't give a damn about what the people thought about him. He was his own person. Why should he care about what they thought? It didn't matter to him that other people didn't like him, or that he had grown up alone most of his life. He was in a normal high school and skipped school most of the time anyway. He believed in living in the moment. Whatever happened; happened.
He was a happy kid. He knew who he was and understood lifeā¦even if sometimes it didn't look that way. What he didn't understand was every time he saw her, his heart rate would speed up and he would get all sweaty palmed and felt really moronic and it didn't really matter that she wasn't even looking at him.
He was out of his league though. There was no way a chick like her was going to go for a guy like him. Not in a million years. So he wasn't going to fool himself into thinking he could get a girl like her. She was all glitter and diamonds; she was the things he couldn't afford.
