My name is Taylor Trinket and I'm 18 years old and I'm from New York City, I've lived here for my whole life, i quickly moved out of my parents because they were a little aggressive towards me, more when I was a lot younger like the scars on my belly from my mothers abuse. My father, well I don't really want to get to in detail with my soggy childhood but I have no idea who he is not one chunk of his flesh, don't even know what his favorite color is.
I have long brown wavy hair with blue eyes and I'm about 5,2 yes I'm pretty small but I know my ways about it.
I work at the local bar and record shop down town, I live in these scary apartments more in the junky part of the city but I seem to like it. Everytime I walk to work I greet this old man who always gives me a 3 Musketeer with a Dr. Pepper everytime, it's sorta nice to have someone talk to you once in while it gets kind a lonely down here sometimes, I've only had one boyfriend, pretty pathetic right? I'm just not wired socially like most people are I'd rather be at my house watching tv or eating pizza then hanging around fools but I guess that's kind of what I get from being from a abusive family I never really got to have fun nor hang out with people I loved.
I have one best friend her name is Stevie and she's all I really have right now I don't have a healthy relationship with my parent(s) I don't have a boyfriend and the one I did have was abusive once again, I trust people that are assholes, I just don't fucking get how people can hide behind a smile and try to draw people into them just so they can take all there anger out on someone. In my luck that's what I get.
But there has been this one specific boy I see a couple times a day walking the city, he always looks at me, I even saw him at the bar I work at sitting at a table all by himself facing me, just looking at me as I work, it's kind of how I get through the day/night sometimes just looking at him glance at me as if I'm some art work that a tourist looks at.
He has came to the record shop a couple times where I can see him in the light not at 12:00pm in the pitch black bar but he has short blond hair spiked up by hair gel, beautiful blue eyes, red smooth lips ( I don't know how they are they just look super soft), and he's about 5,9, he always has on rock and roll kind of cloths and I fucking love that. I haven't really got to talk to him because everytime I try to stare at him as he's browsing around I get distracted by work but I know that he's trying to distract me because trust me nobody comes in the record store everyday at 4:00.
I've had several dreams about him 90% of them are sex but the other 10% are sweet and gentle just like watching tv, showering together, and just being in love with each other. I'm not desperate but just enough to make me dream about him, it's hard enough having a "crush" but let alone having a crush who likes you back is so hard. It's the way he looks at me and doesn't stop he smiles and smirks he just gets the glimpse in his eyes that just drowns me.
See you guys in the next chapter :))->
