Vintage Vibrance [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1

The strickenly ill colors that paint his walls of pastel multimedia skies played with the tone of his room, the bedspread screaming it's visuals throughout.

The walls littered with the centuries ago of pictures and culture. Each one different and more original than the last, they added a splash of unsteadiness.

Lining every shelf and bookcase were old items: Faded colored China dolls, old records, Polaroid cameras with film, small grandfather clocks; living in the wrong generation.

A silent blue boy sat there, tracing the outline of his veins with his contentful eyes and scrambled mind. He wore the blackest of jeans and a pastel pink loose fitting shirt that dangled off his right shoulder. His mind was put to rest for a while, at least until he gathered his thoughts.

His hair was a beautiful lavender that mimicked bright fields on shimmering-smile days. His septum piercing accented his beautiful, italian like, nose.

His phone vibrated on his white bedside table, flashing a quick bright light to indicate a text.

He reached over and unlocked his phone, smiling at the sender of the text. The name was labeled: LoverBoy.

He instantly pulled up the keyboard, thumbs moving rapidly to reply to him.

(Mitch) (LoverBoy)

Hey Mitchie.

Hi Scottie boy. What's up?

Are you doing anything right now?

No, why do you ask?

Meet me outside in 5

Okay

Mitch subtly slipped his phone into his back pants pocket and grabbed a pair of heeled boots.

He made his way downstairs, grabbing his mini purse on the way out the door.

Outside of the door was a light blue Corvette​, lined in dark blue with beige colored seats.

Leaning on the car was a tall blond, struck with a leather jacket and white framed sunglasses. His gray tank top accented his muscular arms and his legs were defined through his black jeans.

"Well hello gorgeous." Scott mumbled in a savvy voice, letting his eyes roam Mitch's slender frame.

Mitch walked over to him and playfully hit his shoulder. He smiled at him and laugh to pull him into a tender kiss.

"So where are we going?" Mitch asked, pulling away from the kiss to stand infront of the car door.

"Well," Scott started, opening the door for Mitch. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out."

Mitch rolled his eyes and smiled softly.

Scott quickly hurried into the driver's seat and revved the engine.

"Ready to go?" He questioned, giving Mitch a nod of assurance.

"As I'll ever be." Mitch retorted, leaning back into his seat.

With a simple push of Scott's foot and a hand on the wheel, they were off.