'Little bold one'

Boyfriend

It wasn't exactly love at first sight. More like laughing at first sight. Baizen was his name, unique, cheerful Baizen.
We were paired for an English assignment and it got better from there. So much better that our first kiss was only two hours and thirty seven minutes after we'd first spoken to eachother. I kept this logged in my journal and I look at it everyday to remind myself of what an amazing, memorable day that was.
With soft, jet-black hair that sat on his head like a mop but I loved it, loved playing with it. Loved him.
There were a lot of rumours about him though. More than a lot. Nearly everyone I small-talked to told me another story they heard. 'He once beat up my cousin for no reason', 'Baizen stole money off my mum last month', 'That lunatic scratched my dads car for like no obvious reason'. I wasn't suspicious though because he knew how to cheer me up and lift my spirits and trust him and (most importantly) kiss me like it were an Italian movie. Not Hollywood movies with fake, exaggerated snogs but a delicate, meaningful kiss in Italy's most loved romantic movies.
Clarke had told me all about their stories. From climbing trees as children to going to their first live concert, they were soul mates. This made it harder to like one more than the other.