Eleanor Rigby.

Chapter One

Purple and black. Her hair color could've been seen a mile away it was so extravagant. Out of every person in the shuffling crowd, she was the only one who stood out. I felt drawn to her.
With a kind smile on her face, she filled my heart with a feeling of relaxation, which is unusual for I am not a relaxed person. I suppose I put off a relaxed, chill persona, but its more of a "Imsostressedoutthativelostallcontrolofwhatsgoingonaroundmesoimgoingtopretenditsokay."
The purple haired girl was standing thoughtfully in front of a street performer who was playing a Beatles song on her guitar. I noticed Lil Miss Purple Hair was lip syncing to Eleanor Rigby. A favorite song perhaps. Favorite songs show a lot about a person I've noticed.
I placed a dollar in the street performers guitar case and she winked at me as a... Thank you???
With a confused blush, I looked down at my phone, somewhat expecting a text from one of my friends from boarding school yet I had received nothing. I really missed them. It was Christmas break and I hadn't heard much except an occasional "wyd"
Looking back up at the street performer, she switched her song to All You Need Is Love. Lil Miss Purple Hair disappeared.
"She's a very cute stranger with good vibes. I think. Hmm. I want a friend. I need a friend. I'm gonna go meet her," I said to myself quietly.
I started on my way to Hot Topic. She obviously shopped there. Purple hair? Dark clothes?? She'd bound to go to Hot Topic at one point of her day. And I like Hot Topic. I could wait in there all day, I practically lived there.
The store for emos was only two blocks away. Which isn't too far thankfully. I'm not a big fan of walking. I forgot my skateboard before I left my house earlier that day.
Holy shit. I see her. How could I miss her. She had that cute purrrrple hair!!! She was most definitely going in the direction as I thought she would.
Being about 15 feet away, I spied her up and down. She had on black ripped jeans that accented her cute butt and a jacket with patches on the back. I walked faster, trying to read what the patches on her back said. I was hustling. I was so intrigued by her.
5 feet away. I was so close and bam. And ugly creep started grabbing her, right in broad daylight.
"Aye lil girl, gimme your money or do a lil dance for me. Your choice sweetheart," the creep slurred out, obviously drunk out of his fucking mind.
This was my chance to make myself know to Lil Miss Purple Hair. I felt adrenalin through my veins like a cold rush of heroine. I grabbed the drunk son of a bitch by his collar and fiercely said, "Don't you dare fucking touch her again or I'll call the cops. That's right. Back the fuck off, asshole. Don't fucking believe me?? I got pepper spray and I'm not afraid to use it."
I pushed the piece of trash away from us. The drunk stammered, "Aye kid, have some fun I wasn't gonna hurt her," and proceeded to throw up on his shoes.
Lil Miss Purple Hair looked at me up and down. From the top of my short blue hair to the tips of my Converse shoes.
This was it. Oh my god. She's going to talk to me and thank me and we are gonna be best friends!! My opportunity was here.
"Hey. Um. Thanks for what you did and said back there but I didn't need help. I could've handled it easy peasy-"
"Pumpkin pie motherfucker"