Chapter one.
Connors P.O.V.
She sat there, the most beautiful girl I've seen in my life. Her dark mocha curls cascaded down her back and draped over her shoulders. She couldn't be any more perfect than she already was. She wore a thick pair of black glasses, faded jeans and a casual t-shirt. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were outlined with a bold black liner, and the color of her eyes were stunning. They were mixed between blue and green, maybe even gray. Her eyes shone brightly like the stars in the sky. I love the fact that she isn't wearing any concealer, showing her natural skin. She sat in the local Starbucks, drinking coffee the look on her face said she was tired, but when she looked back and caught me staring a soft smile slipped to her lips. She lifted her hand and motioned me over with a finger, a smirk covering up the innocent smile I had just seen. I had light green eyes, light mocha hair, I wore a beanie lately, a leather jacket and black jeans. My name was Connor Franta and I had to meet this girl. I of course wasn't the type of guy she looked for, and I'm not sure if I could change for her either, but I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. I walked over, following her command, I stepped into the Starbucks and sat across from her. I crossed my arms, a smirk painted my lips, my eyes wandered down her body before reaching back to her eyes.
"My name is Nicole, it's rude to stare." She smirked leaning up in her seat, her elbows hitting the table gently, looking at me. Her tone had surprised me, it was gentle yet harsh, but her statement over all was shocking.
"Who said I was staring at you?" I challenged, a smirk still played on my lips. I had made my tone to match hers, a tiny smirk stayed plastered to her lips.
"The spaced out, dreamy look on your face. oh and also that you actually came over when I motioned you over." She said, sarcasm oozed from her, her smirk growing by the second.
I defiantly wanted to see her later, so instead of replying, I stood abruptly and walked over to the cashier, plucking a pen from the counter. I made my way back to Nicole, grabbing her arm, quickly writing my name and number on her arm. The ten digit number that stained her arm in blue ink dried quickly.
"Don't forget to call me sweet cheeks." I winked then dropped the pen down on the table and stalked out of the Starbucks, leaving Nicole behind with the pen and in her shocked state.
Sorry if it sucks. I like yeah. This is my first Fanfic like ever. Please vote and comment if you enjoyed and actually liked this!!! It would help to motivate me to actually write more! Thank youu. <33
