Let's Be Friends

Beautiful

New type of POV, its first person now:

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I could feel my mind slip from the deep depths of sleep, bringing me back to reality rather than my comfortable dream world in which I had been occupying. I blinked rapidly, expecting there to be warm light streaming in through the window, but instead I was just met with cold darkness.

Sitting up, I felt cold, and longed to go back to my special place, the place I'd created. I want to go back to sleep.

Why am I up this early?

Within a moment, thoughts rushed into my brain, vague hazy thoughts cleared as yesterday's actions began to accumulate and clutter in my head. Piling atop one another like a tall stack of books, with each new book the pile would grow higher until it hadn't enough space to keep going.

My fingers brushed the curtain, when I'd even made my way to the window was a mystery, it was as if my body moved on its own, stringing me along like a puppet.

Outside it was dark, so dark, I desperately searched for the stars among the inky black blanket the sky wore, though it seemed the streetlamps and other artificial light sources in the area had completely blocked them out.

The window was cold. For a moment I could almost picture myself opening it and enjoying the fresh night air, though upon second thought, it was obvious the air wouldn't be worth while here. There's too many people, too much light, too much smoke, too much pollution... there's too much. 

I sighed once more, prompt and silently picking clothes from my closet. It'd be cold today. Its been getting colder and colder, I swear one of these days we'll get snowed in.

I chose a yellow sweater and some reasonably blue denim jeans, that were slightly baggy. Black high top vans were a must, for I don't think there'd ever been a better day for high tops. On the other hand, when is there ever a bad day for them?

Quickly grabbing my phone from the charger on my nightstand, I soon found myself at my desk, and there it sat. My camera. A sleek, black, Canon. It could've been more expensive and had more features, more filters, more options, more nonsense, but even if I could afford something more than this, I don't think I'd get it. I don't need more tomfoolery. 

I soon found myself with the camera bag slug around my neck, as I left my room.

My eyes looked up slowly, wandering around the room until they settled. He was always so pretty, no matter what it was he was wearing. Effortlessly pretty. Wearing a black, dri fit, long sleeve underneath a black Arctic Monkey's shirt, with the cover photo of the Favourite Worst Nightmare album on it. It was short, if it were any shorter It would've been a crop top. He'd never just wear that shirt though, people would stare too much. Is that why he wears the undershirt? Or maybe its just cold.

His jeans were a gray color, with the strings in front of each hole being instead a rich black color. Making the contrast between that and his pale skin, even more shocking. The rips ran dangerously high up his legs, exposing quite of bit of his skin. He wore clothes like this often, in a way modest, and in another, daring you to be caught staring. Perpetually contradicting. 

He smiled at me, and in the shadowy dark room he reminded me of a star, shining brightly through the cover of the night, untouched by the fake lights of the world.

"You ready?" One hand reached up to tuck the hair on his right side behind his ear, as his eyes darted to the ground. 

I nodded, "Where are we going?"