The first few days were kind of boring, I listened to my favorite bands, and worked as hard as I could. I had just finished laying the outline of the design; it was so grand that it so took me 34 hours. As I started to paint I vaguely heard something in the library, I decided to ignore it and keep listening. Singing along to Bring Me The Horizon and working has always been a good combination. When the song ended and there was the pause before the next song started I definitely heard walking. I paused my music and started walking in the direction of the noise, but accidentally (of course my luck) I kicked over a bucket of white paint and couldn’t help myself but cuss like I had a demon hot on my heels. Apparently the person (whomever it was) had heard either the bucket fall, me cussing, or both. Either way, after a few seconds there stood in front of me the hottest human being I have ever seen in my life. Which is a big deal since I had seen many hot girls at pools, and somewhat charming men. But fuck, this guy. Holy shit. His long black hair across his pale face and his green eyes were just. Woah. I couldn’t resist but staring at his perfection. But soon enough I realized that this paint dries up really quickly, and it had been spilled. I would definitely get in trouble if I left it there just because I was imaging kissing some random super duper hot guy that just walked into my life. So I started to clean up the mess, feeling like a complete klutz since well, I had spilled a lot of paint and I don’t even know who this is. After a few minutes he started to help me (what)!! And I could feel my cheek get hot when he accidentally touched my hand when we were cleaning the same area. It took us at least 4 hours because I had been painting till about 2, and it was already getting dark by the time we were done. We had cleaned without words, but I felt that I would get to know this boy soon enough. No words, barely any touch, but it was there, feelings that were mutual. Well, I hope. The thought of no distraction in these next few months are gone, and I know that I’ll fall hard and probably forget about the reason why I’m really here; but I mean. Eh. Who cares?

Notes

FRERARD WILL COME IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OKAY!! ((:
comment any thoughts and yeaahhhhhh.....

xx freardthough