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Parker's POV

2 weeks later...

I smiled wryly at my reflection; I'd finally given to my mother's persuasive strong dislike to long hair, during my time as a cripple. I noticed how it seemed to go everywhere and get everywhere, by clogging up the shower for example. I had always slicked by hair in a ponytail or pushed it out of the way with a headband; I figured that if I cut it shorter I would be able to style it easier without it getting in my way. The long mousy hair with waves in it didn't exactly fit in with my new look anyway: I saw a girl out of my bedroom a few days ago. She had coal black hair cut into a pixie crop, hardly any make up on except small rims of eyeliner around her eyes and a slick of lip gloss, she was wearing a band T-shirt, skinny jeans and pumps with a beanie hat pulled down over her ears. I instantly liked what I saw. So then I did some research on the internet until I found what I was looking for; I raced across my bedroom and grabbed my tattered old leather wallet off the desk and pulled out my credit card, I stabbed in the number and created myself a account. The next thing I knew I was ordering myself a 'Bring me to the horizon- naked party- skinny fit t-shirt ,a Muse- Mars black t-shirt, criminal damage stretch skinny jeans and an Elmo sesame street hoodie, I mean how cool? Anyway back to hair, I've dyed it bright orange and have had it cut to just below my shoulders with heavy layers and a side fringe, I think I look pretty damn fiiine!

I dragged a comb through my hair and smudged a minute amount of eyeliner around my lids, and I mean minute I'm not a kind of girl who thinks smudging so much eyeliner on that I look like a racoon looks cool. I threw my bag over my shoulder and slid my feet into black pumps; I was going to meet Will at Costa before I went onto my singing lessons, racing down the stairs I tripped on the bottom step and almost broke my arm (again). I struggled a little with the bolt on the door but managed to yank it open anyway. I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out my car keys, I pressed a button and the lights flashed and the doors unlocked. I slid into the front seat just as my phone started ringing; inwardly rolling my eyes I flipped it open and said into the receiver:

"Hello, Parker here!"

"Hey Parks; its Damien!" He chirped from the other end of the line,

"Oh hi Damien, what's up?"

"Do you want to meet up or something now you can walk properly?" I hesitated and he must have noticed because he hurried on, "Are you busy?"

"No, well yes. I'm meeting up with Will in 10 minutes, I haven't seen him in since when he picked me up from the hospital and then I've got my singing lessons. Maybe another time, eh? I need to show you something anyway!"

"Will? Oh yeah, Will. Um sure I'll see you later!"

"Bye D!"

"Bye beautiful!" I sighed and started the car, would he still think I was beautiful after he saw me now? I mean I didn't exactly look the same way I used too, my mum hates the colour though she says it brings out my blue eyes; I think that was a compliment!

I pulled up and parked outside Costa 8 minutes later, bracing myself internally for the shock of seeing Will again I got out of the car and started to walk up to him. He was standing there looking like the most sensitive boy you could ever meet, his black hair was flopping just slightly over one eye, he had his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans; he was wearing a ACDC band shirt that fit him snugly. I sighed wistfully just as I reached him, he was facing away from me down the street so I snaked my arms around his waist and popped my head onto his shoulder,

"Missed me?" I whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek. His head whipped around and stopped when he saw me, he stood there staring at me for what seemed like a millennium whilst I gulped, didn't he like my new look? Then he laughed and grabbed me, he whirled me around in a circle the toes of my feet grazing the concrete,

"You like?" I asked hugging him tightly,

"What's not to like fire-cracker?" I rolled my eyes and squeezed him tighter, "Come on lets go inside."

I couple of minutes later we were sitting in a little window booth holding hands across the table and sipping coffees. He had the most beautiful piercing blue eyes I'd ever seen, almond shaped perfectly coordinated with eachother, framed by a thick forest of long black lashes, so gorge-

"What're you thinking about?" His crystalline voice broke the spell his eyes had me under; I blinked and felt the blood rush to my cheeks, "What? Come on tell me!" he persisted locking my gaze, I sighed in defeat and mumbled,

"Nothing really, just some homework." I lied,

"Stop lying. Now tell me the truth." I felt my mouth drop open with a soft pop at this outburst and snapped it shut again,

"I was thinking about you." I said quickly feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again I dropped my head and stared fixedly at the table. A few seconds later I glanced up, thankful that he wouldn't be able to see my face through my new fringe, he was grinning like a baboon. "What?" I hissed between my teeth,

"You just seem so embarrassed. I think it's cute." He reached across the table and tilted my chin up with his hand; we leaned towards eachother and brushed our lips together. He smiled at me and got up and walked around to my side of the booth, I slid over a little so he could slip in next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.