The Misadventures of Life and Death

Chapter 1

There he was.
Asher.
He was life.
He sat there, a Starbucks cup in his right hand, talking to friends with an adorable wide grin on his face.
Asher's dirty blonde hair was neatly combed and flat ironed, but quite long. He had a fringe that swept beautiful to the left of his pale and perfect face. He wore his usual brightly colored Galaxy sweatshirt with white skinny jeans and clean white converse to match that. His clothing just fit his skinny yet obviously muscle-lacking body perfectly.
Asher's face was beautiful also. He had freckles dotting his face pretty much everywhere. He has bright blue eyes that you could just swim in and have absolutely no care in the world. Every time he smiled, two dimples formed on either side of his fairly chubby baby cheeks. Everyone and anyone would be lucky to be in his presence.
But..then there's me.
My names Dominic. Stupid name, right?
People tend to think of me as death. Why do you ask?
It's probably because I'm practically skin and bones
I have no muscle whatsoever. I have dark brown hair that I always keep messy. My eyes are practically black too. I constantly have bags under my eyes because who needs sleep? I have deathly pale skin. Some people are surprised when I tell them I'm not secretly a vampire in disguise. It's stupid.
Unlike Asher, I have social anxiety. I'm constantly by myself but that's how I like it. I'm extremely shy and prefer to just sit in a corner and read a book or something. I'm always wearing black too. I love to wear my oversized black sweatshirt that I can practically live in because of its size. It's like an X-ray machine, since the design shows which bones are underneath the skin if you wear it. (A/N: did that make sense? I didn't know how to describe it. Sorry.) I also always wear black shoes, either converse or vans, and black skinny jeans.
So why is it a guy like me can gain a crush on a guy like Asher? He's so cute..but why would he want to be with someone who listens to My Chemical Romance?
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as I watched Asher and his friends leave the warm coffee shop, laughing and smiling. Sighing, I stared at my own coffee cup that I held in my hands.
I'm crushing hard. And I really should do something about it.