The Spikey Black Haired Boy

1. Those mesmerizing eyes

-1st Person-

The year is 2007. I moved back to Germany with my Mother and older sister, Gemma after my dad died of a brain tumor, right before we were planning to move anyways for my mothers work.

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I sat there in my room unpacking more of my things that I didn't get to right as we moved in about a week ago. My room was fairly big and connected to a bathroom since we're somewhat rich.

"Indigo!! Gemma!!" My mother called out for my sister and I. Gemma and I ran down the stairs racing and laughing all of the way down.

"I win!!" Gemma said, with a prideful grin. "No way, I did!" I shouted back at her with a smile. My mom rolled her eyes at us. "You two and your stair racing. Now get over here chicites!" Chicites is a nickname she gave both my sister and I.

She sat us down at the table waiting for us to calm down. "Soo," Gemma started, "What did you want to talk to us about, Ma?" My mom smiled at us, pausing and then, "Okay girls, so you know the band Im Co-managing for?" My mom said with a smile. Being a manager for music bands was my mom's job. My sis and I then both looked at each other and back at our mom, then nodded our heads, Gemma's with more excitement. "Well... I got you two V.I.P tickets for their concert tonight!" Gemma shot up out of her chair squealing in excitement, I sat there and smiled at mom.

I was still excited, but I didn't know much about the band or their music unlike Gem who was immediately obsessed with them right as we moved in. Hell, I didn't even know what a single band member looked like!

Gemma then took my hands and forcefully lifted me up. " I promise you, Indigo. You will LOVE them! I won't show you anything about them until after the concert. now let's go and pick out our outfits!" At this point she kept on rambling on and on about them and she took my hand leading me back up the stairs to pick out our outfits.

She picked out a dark jean mini skirt, then picked out a white cropped tank top with graphic designs on it, like wings and crosses (If you know what I mean by that). She then took out different kinds of accessories, and black wedge heels. Hers and my style were quite different, but also similar at the same time.

"Ok, now pick out something like that from your closet!" She exclaimed, implying she wanted to somewhat match outfits. "Ok ok, whatever you say Gem." I leave her room to go pick out a similar outfit

I picked a cropped black tank top with red stars on it, A dark jean miniskirt much like hers and instead of wedged heels I decided to wear boots with mesh tights underneath and red and black striped leg warmers with stars on it over it. Comfort always comes first for me when it comes to shoes. then I picked out random accessories I thought would match. I then did a makeup look with a little of eyeliner, slight smokey eye and my typical makeup and let my hair down naturally, fixing it until satisfied.

"Alright Gemma, I'm ready!" I shout out to my sister, stepping out of my room Gemma shortly after steps out looking disappointed because our outfits barely matched. "Ok then, lets go Indy!" Gemma said immediately forgetting about it. We left the house and getting in the car with out mom since she had to be there too

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As we got there, there were surprisingly a lot of people. I thought they were just a small band considering it was MY mom Co-managing it. No offense to her though, it just felt unreal.

"Alright my sweethearts, you get into the concert, I have to go backstage and help the band set everything up and prepare them for everything. I will see you two later." My mom said as she quickly rushed away.

We were luckily able to cut through the line with our special tickets. We waited there for a while to actually be able to get into where the concert was, but we got front row.

Gemma started rambling on again about the band, and someone named Georg who she was obsessed with. I stopped listening halfway through and then suddenly, the lights turned off and the music started playing.

Right as the lights turned on, the lead singer with black spikey long hair made eye contact with me right away, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

his eyes looked so mesmerizing. I think I remember Gemma saying his name was Bill. the song named "Scream" started playing. I became obsessed with The Spikey Black Haired Boy.

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(I know this first chapter feels a little short and rushed but also took a long time to get to the point, but trust me, this took a long time to figure out where everything should be, and to simply come up with a story, which I now realize I should put more thought into before writing it down, but thank you to anyone reading this! I'm also a new author and haven't really written a story like this before, so leave down any suggestions for the future, and if you wanna be friends on here just let me know!  Also any advice from actual writers out there reading this would be amazing.<3)