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A guy named "thered_crayb" came up to Jensen Ackles. Jensen was a short, red-head, which looked like a plate of bacon. His hair swaying with the wind and slightly covering his eyes, it was short but longer at the back. He had white, snowlike skin with a tint of gray. He had pure black eyes which complemented his skin and a wide yet soft grin on his face often fell on his face. Behind his hair, there's a hint of gold on his ear.
He was wearing a saphire blue t-shirt with a night-sky black bike on it. Draped over the top of it, he wore a denim, elbow-lengthed sleeved, black jacket on, slightly to large for him. He was wearing really dark, grreen jeans with white and black trainers.
“hi!” The person, Crayb, said to him. Crayb has a green and white striped baseball shirt, which has a grewn and yellow hood which covers his obsidian hair. On top of said hood, he wore a canadian black and red hat. Crayd wore the same shoes and trousers as him.
”hi,” Jensen replied. A sweet smile curled his lips. Crayb stared at the boy infront of him. Jensen appeared to be around 5”1 and around 11 years old. Crayb was 5”5 and 13.
“Want to be friends?” Crayb said with a wide grin.
”yes, of course,” Jensen replied, with the soft grin on his face still. Distant chatter could be heard in the background. “Me like friend!” You could tell he was young by the way he spoke. But this wasnt an issue to Crayb.
“Me too,” Crayb replied in return, his voice soft and sweet.
“Want to walk around?” Jensen offered. The walk around talking about nonsense, “Oh! I almost forgot, Do you like my Sawnick Rings?” He pushed his hair back slightly to reveal the golden rings in his ears then points at them. “Do you like them,” Jensen eventually said after Craybs didnt respond.
”Your Sawnick rings are awesome,”
“They cool ain’t they?”
”Yes!”
A wide, soft grin fell upon his face. But all of a sudden, Craybs face went blank.
“They are called earings bud,” He suddenly said. Jensen felt betrayed. He felt his breathing get heavy.
”No! Their Sawnick rings!”
Soon enough, after some back-to-back talking, everyone started chanting.
“EAR RINGS”
Jensen felt tears prickle his eyes.
”EAR RINGS”
His breathing went fast.
”EAR RINGS”
He fell to the ground.
”EAR RINGS”
He curled up into a ball.
”EAR RINGS”
His mind went black.
”EAR RINGS”
He breathed in and out continuously, trying to find his breath.
”EAR RINGS”
He bought his nails up to his arm.
”EAR RINGS”
He dug his nails into his skin.
”EAR RINGS”
He drew blood on his arm. Re-opening past scars.
“EAR RINGS”
He passed out.