He was a raging deluge. He was outspoken, rude, and demanding. But most obviously, he was incredibly beautiful.
He had slightly tanned skin with unusual freckles dancing across his face. His eyes were sweet butterscotch. His hair was a wild thing of brown. He was tall and fit, but god knows if it was just from working out.
He was unattainable. Having him would be like standing in the rain and not getting wet. Not likely.
He wouldn't settle down for anyone. Many broken hearts lied in the path behind him.
He did what made him happy, often at the expense of other people's happiness.
This boy was a dream created by Satan himself, and everybody fell into his dreamlike state.
She, well, she was something else.
