Bear with me... It took me forever to get the courage to post this... my roommate finally convinced me to. So here it is... an unnamed story.
he felt the cold pierce his skin, like a sharp needle, but
he didn't care. In fact, He didnt have a care about anything at all. All he
knew, all he cared about was the fact that he was here. He relaxed a bit and
layed down on the cold park bench, he used his arms as a pillow and looked up
at the stars. He tried to count them but soon got bored, as he always did and
realized once3 again that it was useless to try and count them because there
were too many, last time he counted them he got One thousand. He often thought
of how silly the things he did were. Riding his bike, for example. Now, this
wouldn't be silly at all... Normally. but he took delight in riding for fifty
miles (both ways) at night, when no one else was around to see him, or to care.
He did a lot of odd things like that. He was always more active at night, and
he could stay up till four in the morning and then wake up fully rested at
seven, have a completely active day, and go to sleep and wake up at the same
time. in fact he done this quiete a few times. He didn't mind it at though. He
was okay with the way he was. now if he could only get other people to
understand that that's what he liked. He liked being different, even if it was
overly weird. Its who he was.
he let his gaze fall away from the stars up above and to the park he was in, empty. "All mine" he thought to himself, "No one is here, and i can play all i want and yet all i do is look at the stars whats wrong with me?" He got up and went to the swing and stared it for a second before sitting down and letting himself push himself back and forth, he let himself swing for a bit before getting bored and laying back down on the bench to look at the stars. it was then that he actually heard something, not the usual sounds of cars passing by, or a dog barking or even an animal at all. It was human, he pretended to be asleep but cracked his eyes open just enough to see that there was a dark figure headed toward him, he inconspicuously reached for the pocket knife he always carried on him and gripped it firmly ready to attack the oncoming threat. As the figure got closer and closer he could hear music playing from the persons headphones, he was listening to Halestorm. "At least this creeps got good taste in music" he thought to himself. The figure was looming over him and he opened his eyes fully and pounced the attacker and had him pinned in ten seconds flat, Knife at his neck. When he got a good look he didnt like what he saw, because he loved it. He saw a pair of two beautiful blue/grey eyes staring into his, shiny black hair that he could tell was soft and smooth just by looking at it. He became more aware of everything about his attacker, the soft warmth of his skin, the actual size of him, the pounding of both of their hearts. "Who... who are you?" He asked between breaths. "Petite mere", was the reply he got. He could swear he felt his heart soar to his throat when he heard the French words whispered softly, he could feel his head moving slowly, ever so slightly closer to the strangers face, more importantly, towards his perfect shaped and coloured lips. "what are you doing?" the stranger asked him and he stopped himself before he got too close, "I was... erm... trying to get a better look at you?" he said trying to sound serious and trying to hide the blush that crossed his face. "dude, you're kinda wierd" the stranger said to him with a laugh in his voice, "Can you release me now? You're kind of crushing me" He got up and put his knife away, "s-sorry about that, its an instinct." he helped the stranger up and helped dust him off, he then bowed and politely stated his name "Xach is the name, its a pleasure to meet you, my good sir.... Um... Whats your name?" The stranger looked at him perplexed, "
he let his gaze fall away from the stars up above and to the park he was in, empty. "All mine" he thought to himself, "No one is here, and i can play all i want and yet all i do is look at the stars whats wrong with me?" He got up and went to the swing and stared it for a second before sitting down and letting himself push himself back and forth, he let himself swing for a bit before getting bored and laying back down on the bench to look at the stars. it was then that he actually heard something, not the usual sounds of cars passing by, or a dog barking or even an animal at all. It was human, he pretended to be asleep but cracked his eyes open just enough to see that there was a dark figure headed toward him, he inconspicuously reached for the pocket knife he always carried on him and gripped it firmly ready to attack the oncoming threat. As the figure got closer and closer he could hear music playing from the persons headphones, he was listening to Halestorm. "At least this creeps got good taste in music" he thought to himself. The figure was looming over him and he opened his eyes fully and pounced the attacker and had him pinned in ten seconds flat, Knife at his neck. When he got a good look he didnt like what he saw, because he loved it. He saw a pair of two beautiful blue/grey eyes staring into his, shiny black hair that he could tell was soft and smooth just by looking at it. He became more aware of everything about his attacker, the soft warmth of his skin, the actual size of him, the pounding of both of their hearts. "Who... who are you?" He asked between breaths. "Petite mere", was the reply he got. He could swear he felt his heart soar to his throat when he heard the French words whispered softly, he could feel his head moving slowly, ever so slightly closer to the strangers face, more importantly, towards his perfect shaped and coloured lips. "what are you doing?" the stranger asked him and he stopped himself before he got too close, "I was... erm... trying to get a better look at you?" he said trying to sound serious and trying to hide the blush that crossed his face. "dude, you're kinda wierd" the stranger said to him with a laugh in his voice, "Can you release me now? You're kind of crushing me" He got up and put his knife away, "s-sorry about that, its an instinct." he helped the stranger up and helped dust him off, he then bowed and politely stated his name "Xach is the name, its a pleasure to meet you, my good sir.... Um... Whats your name?" The stranger looked at him perplexed, "
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