This one was written with prompt #37 Eyes. I don't like this one too well... D: Please review!
The redhead never paid attention to his fans.They didn't matter to him, all he cared about was the adoration.
Axel didn't remember his fans. They were all the same to him. Blondes, brunettes. Green eyes, brown eyes.
And so many of them asked him, "Do you remember me?"
He'd say, "Of course I do."
They would giggle and smile, but he never meant it. Never.
But for some reason, the singer knew this blond would stick. It wasn't his hair, his clothes, or the way he walked.
It was his eyes.
Bright blue, with a mischievious twinkle. Gorgeous.