Not your average love story

the angel, the devil

    You know the average love story;  there's a boy. A hot, bad boy who doesn't care about anyone or anything. He parties and smokes and drinks. (the average fuck boy). Then there's a girl; she lives next door, shes nice and innocent she doesn't drink or smoke, she follows all the rules. (The average girl next door).  She's the angel and hes the devil, and they work. But like I said, this isn't your average love story. I should know because this love story, it's mine

     Lets start at the beginning, and no not the beginning where he's all bad and there's no changing him.  And shes all good, with no changing her. The real  beginning, where they are both young and innocent. The world is still an innocent place in their mind. The real world hadn't fucked them up, not yet at least. But not too innocent, because no matter how young and naive everyone seems, we're all a little fucked up from the very start. 

      Blake... His name is Blake. Almost as if he was made to be evil, because Blake, the name Blake meant darkness. From the very beginning he was going to be terror, and wicked, and ignorant. Her name... her name was Aron, almost like a miracle she was the opposite. She was a symbol of light and peace and hope. It's funny though, whenever someone looked at Blake they saw all darkness. Yet there was a twinkle in his eye, a glimmer that only Aaron saw. A glimmer of light.  While Blake was the only one who could look in Aaron's eyes and see her true potential for darkness.  Aaron knew how much he wished to be kind, and Blake saw exactly how deeply she craved the thrill of darkness.  And that is the reason why they worked.