❝ seven ❞

907 36 4
                                    

          Alo Creevey and Richard Hardbeck laid in the latter's room, both ready to sleep

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Alo Creevey and Richard Hardbeck laid in the latter's room, both ready to sleep. They had just gotten back from a party that Rich had got them kicked out from by playing metal music over the speakers. Rich was practically asleep when Alo switched on his lamp.

"im never going to get laid if you keep being such a douche to all the dames we meet"

"that's because all the girls we meet are always arseholes" Rich stated

"i dont care if there one-legged, dead hermaphrodites. I need some sex... soon" Alo complained "it'll never happen if you act like an axe wound all the time"

"im not wasting my time on peroxide-sodden Miley Cyrus Cowellistas" The long haired boy explained

"so what your saying, if a tasty metalhead piece of clunge wandered into your life you'd ask her out, straight away?"

"yeah. And... shed say yes"

"right. Well, then im going to find you one"

Monday mornings always dragged and when Alo made the boy go to the college's library at ten am, Richard knew he was in for a long day

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Monday mornings always dragged and when Alo made the boy go to the college's library at ten am, Richard knew he was in for a long day. Alo grabbed his hand and pulled him through the rows of books, stopping for a moment to watch Ophelia grab a book of the shelves before pulling him along again

"right, what?" Rich asked as they walked down one of the aisles

"i give you... The angel of death" Alo announced, pulling a book off the shelf and peering through the gap. There stood a girl dressed like Rich; choker around her neck, big boots and low rise black jeans. Her hair messy but fitting her vibe completely "so... go and talk to her"

"no, but-"

"look at her mate! remember what you said?" Alo warned

"Fine" Rich exclaimed, walking away from Alo and down the aisle the 'angel of death' was stocking shelves. All of a sudden, a girl dressed in a light brown skirt, white dress shirt and a brown vest turned the corner. Her heeled boots clicking along until she stopped by the 'angel of death' and started talking to her. Ophelia Winters was talking to the angel of death and the angel of death was speaking back with a smile on her face.

You and I [Skins Gen 3]Where stories live. Discover now