winter

meet nicholas

"and he was a mess, yet a perfect one."

nicholas jones was the boy i fell in love
with last winter. clichè, i know, but he was such an interesting thing to love. he had bed hair almost every time i saw him, and his daily outfit attire was a simple white tee, black skinny jeans, and a simple black coat; this was all i saw of him considering it was winter time. on the occasion he would wear something different, maybe a sweater of some sort, but it was most days that i'd see him in his suited clothing choices.

he wasn't much older than me, being 17 moving onto 18 that winter, and so was i, turning 17 the exact day i met him.

his life was all over the place, but he was so open about it. he told me anything and everything. i guess he was honest, a little too honest sometimes. the day we first met, he told me about his day, and how he had just got out of school. he told me about his reputation and how bad of a person people made him out to be.

he seemed innocent, so i decided to take on a challenge.

// first update. let's see how this goes :-) //