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It was at two am in the parking lot for target when they first locked eyes. It was just like any other late night escapade either one had embarked on. The boy with an angel's chorus in his voice hummed along to his music, lost to the world around him. The boy with rips in his jeans and dye in his hair drummed his fingers on his thighs for no one to hear. Casually they made their way to the shop for coffee and warmth, but they soon forgot their original intentions. You see, never before had either one seen someone else at that time of night in that place, let alone someone cute, let alone a cute guy. Heck, one didn’t even think he could feel that way at all!
When the first signs of any sort of emotion made an appearance, honestly, they were too terrified to face it. Sure they were full of desperation and desperate for relief; that made no difference. They were young and drunk and stupid but still knew what had happened. How could they not? No matter how much they attempted to disguise it, something happened that night, something that felt right. But they were young and drunk and stupid; blind to love until it proved itself. Therefore a boy with dyed red hair and chocolate brown eyes rushed inside, and the other ran away to hide.
He returned home breathless and scared, his voice unlike the angels now. Rushing, he climbed into bed, with lovesick thoughts filling his head, but he dismissed them. Instead he focused on the girl who had- whilst asleep- so familiarly coiled around him when he'd returned. He focused on her halo of silk like hair, or possibly hair like silk that now elegantly framed her face as she slept. He focused on the bright blue eyes that held the waves of every ocean, and how in the palms of her hands he swore he'd seen all the wonders of the world.
Yet that did nothing to rid him of the nagging sensation that something had changed. What was once the comforting warmth of her embrace, now made him feel as though he was wrapped in chains. The eyes he had marvelled at only weeks ago when they first met, were now just a pale shadow compared to the chocolate brown ones he'd taken a liking to. And her golden locks were plain and boring when he imagined the pointing-every-which-way bright red hair he'd mentally ran his fingers through. She was nothing compared to him, and the boy with an angelic voice knew that.
He slept fitfully for the remainder of that night, and when she awoke him he forced on a smile. Grinning, he ran his fingers through her hair, but still imagining someone else there. When a good morning kiss was planted on his lips he felt nothing. Overnight, he'd lost the walls protecting him from himself, and now someone had ventured through the wreck.