Sugar Coated

Chapter 1

It was a brisk, cold   day when they met. Everyone and everything around them seemed to be nonexistent to the pair. They stared deeply into each other's eyes, adrenaline rushing in their veins. It seemed almost impossible to pull away from their strong gaze. Finally, she spoke.

"I should go," she said softly, while keeping her eyes on the other's.

"Yeah, me too," he said, also upholding his fixed look on her eyes.

He was fairly tall, maybe 6'4", and had blond hair. He seemed to be muscular to a certain extent. He typically wore grey shirts, sometimes black, and jeans. He seemed to be quiet a lot of the time, but only around those he didn't know. Around his friends, though, he was an entirely other person. But, these weren't the things that caught her eyes. She only noticed one thing: his eyes. His bright blue irises matched his personality and style as best as they could. In her eyes, he was perfect.

As for her, she was a long-haired brunette and was around 5'7" or so. She was slightly on the heavier side, only by a little though. She was almost the opposite, however, of his social status. She wasn't very popular, as he surely was.  She had few friends, however they were as close as ever. She would take a bullet for both of them, truly. She loved them both unconditionally, as if they were her family. She was smart, and tried her best to be kind to those around her. She was damaged, not quite physically, though. Her brain went to strange places at times, especially when it was brutally inconvenient.

She wanted someone who would love her on the same level that she loved them. Whatever it took.

But his eyes. What was it about him that drove her crazy? Maybe the rest of his appearance made some sort of a contribution, but there was something else about him. It was all hidden behind not only his eyes, but his lies.

Truth be told, he was just as damaged as she was. He simply hid behind his smile, hiding his emotions from everyone else. He tried his best to be positive, but sometimes, he just needed a shoulder to cry on and a friend to talk to.

However, no one knew about his home life.With his alcoholic mother and his dead father,he was about as run down and troubled as they come. His friends were completely oblivious to the verbal, and sometimes physical abuse he received at home. That was his fault though.

He chose not to tell them. He chose to keep it all a big secret that he would forever keep to himself. He wasn't nervous for their reactions, rather, he was embarrassed that he had been hiding it for so long. He was scared. Scared of what would happen if he did tell.

Maybe with her, it would be different.

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Chapter 1 finished! I have a few chapters left to write, but most are already written. To be honest, I've been writing this story for a while in google docs, but finally decided I wanted to something more with it. I hope you enjoyed!

P.S. This story gets really dramatic really fast, just so you know.