"Man, don't you even think about it!"
"About what?"
"Dating her."
He always catches me when I drift to an another world..
"Who?"
"She!" he says, pointing at the girl with black hair and dark purple dip dye, "This is our second week in college and you can't get your eyes off her. I didn't know druggies were your type!"
"No, no, no, no. I don't like her. Her face looks so familiar, like sooo familiar and.. hey, you know I don't have a 'type', right?"
"Just don't think about it. Chalice is so hard to maintain. But I can let you talk to the chick with 'familiar face' if you want."
Well, I guess I do have a type. I love those kind of people who kept wandering and wandering till they became too lost, too mysterious, too dull/cold, and too intelligent to handle. That's the kind of people I truly feel my wild self with (which is probably the greatest feeling ever).
You got this hideous combination? Congratulations, you are my type and I am willing to give you everything and love you forever.
But I don't like Chalice, no. She is just a little too mysterious and opulence and I love how cold she looks with this hair color and style.. And her face.. it is so similar to Violette's!
"Oh, man, here you go again!" complained Gabriel, shattering my thoughts while grabbing me from the hand.
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Violette 2
AcakI tried to understand you but you splashed me with all the rainbow colors, left me looking like a painting that doesn't even make sense, making whoever sees it wonder by the gasp of creativity that laid some attraction in me. I was a mixture of ever...
