|.Jade.|
I wouldn't have to think twice to tell you that winter was my favourite season, by a long shot. I guess that no-one ever understood that- It must've been the cold that turned them away. But I always liked the cold. The feeling of icy wind blowing strands of my hair back and goosebumps crawling over my skin always seemed to appeal to me. I loved the winter, but I hated the snow. When everyone else was out having snowball fights or whatnot, I'd stay inside.
To me, It was the only con about winter. Rain didn't count as one ; I liked that too. Spatters of cold falling onto my flesh like drops of blood. I didn't get cold easily though, to my disappointment.
I'd wear thin vests and leggings while everyone else were wearing hoodies and jeans. I never liked hoodies, they were too constricting, and I much preferred the freedom of clothes that were barely there.
Black freedom is always the best, even if that doesn't make any sense. In the six weeks between 7th and 8th grade, I swapped my candy pink room for a black one. My fairy dresses for Black nail polish and eyeliner, and sparkly jewellery for black clothing and chunky rings.
When I got back to school, everyone seemed afraid of me ; even my old gang. I joined the gothic group, and hanging out with them became more than just a mere activity ; It became a ritual.
I dyed my natural mousy brown hair into a darker chocolate shade, adding a few coloured highlights. My parents lost the little respect they had for me, my father even started calling me Satan's daughter. This is weird, since I don't even think that Satan had a daughter.
I could see the glares that they tried to keep hidden, and whenever I'd ask them something, they'd pretend to be extremely interested in something else.
After a few months, I couldn't take it anymore. Knowing that if I kept up like this, My lifelong dream to be an actress would never be fulfilled. I started wearing different colours, always keeping them dark though, Got rid of the black lipstick and toned my appearance down to semi-goth.
This seemed to please my family, since they started talking to me again. When I asked my mother for piercings though, she freaked and gave me an extremely long and boring lecture about how I shouldn't get my face pierced or get tattoos.
Not an hour had passed, and I was back home with a pierced brow and nose. A few days later, I got a tattoo, a star on my right inner arm. She still doesn't know that I have it, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. This wasn't long before I met Beck.
Honestly, I don't care what anyone says about us. I haven't loved anyone as much as I love Beck, and I probably never will.
He's my sunshine, my only light, even though that sounds extremely cheesy.
He endures my endless complaining, without complaining himself. Honestly I don't know how he does it.
We have almost nothing in common, except for the fact that we both love acting and singing. I guess I like that though.
His parents hate me. He doesn't care about that though, and neither do I.
I love his hair too, obviously. I don't see how anyone could not love his hair. It's magical.
His eyes are beautiful, with hints of copper and bronze with chocolate and coffee tones. I've never seen such eyes. They're amazing, and I really did fall in love with them. I wish that I had those eyes- Yeah, they're that impressive. Wow. When I stare into them, I could swear that I was drowning. Like, real-life drowning, in water.
We're really different, and It hasn't actually come to my notice much, I've never paid attention to it. But we really are. We're so perfect and made for each other, yet so incredibly different.
But I guess it doesn't matter. I guess we're both different shades of grey.
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