365 Days

Day One

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Sometime life has a very weird way of showing you that good things are going to happen. Sometimes life will throw you the most complicated of obstacles and all you can do is your best to conquer them without letting it take you down completely. I had a life, I was happy, I was content. Then suddenly life decided to throw me the biggest hurdle of all. An idiotic, sarcastic, breathtakingly beautiful hurdle that goes by the name of Luke Johnson. To explain how this man caused the most chaotic and dramatic few years of my life, Ill probably have to start from the beginning. Let me take you back.

'Hey baby, these are my friends Luke and Loui'. Paul, my boyfriend of about a month, shouts over to me as he sees me approaching them.

I look at the two dark haired boys sat in front of me outside the shopping centre. The first one looks at me and I am instantly captivated by the deep, dark pools that are his eyes. They look like they hold the world of secrets that only a select few are open to explore. His bushy hair falls slightly in front of his face and his lips are small and thin, accentuating the small amount of stubble under his chin. I capture a glance of his wonky teeth as he presents me with what I'm assuming is his most glorious smile.

'Hey Paige, I'm Loui. Its nice to finally meet you after hearing so much about you from Loverboy over here' he chuckled as I looked down blushing slightly at his comment. I capture my boyfriends hand in mine and squeeze it tightly, enjoying his embarrassment as he curses slightly with his head down.

'Nice to meet you too. I hope its only good things you hear!' I playfully wink at a now fully red faced, slightly frustrated Paul and giggle at his expense.

My gaze suddenly turns to the other boy sat next to Loui with his headphones in his ears, obviously taking no acknowledgment to my presence. Not that I was that big-headed I felt that I needed the attention of every person I met. But a key factor to meeting new people is that you take notice when they're standing in front of you. Clearly, he isn't very good at making friends.

Loui gives him a nudge and nods in my direction when he pulls out one of his headphones looking slightly irritated. His eyes catch mine and instantly I feel a weird sensation tingle through me, something I have never felt before. I know, such a cliché, right? I smile slightly as I take in his appearance. His hair is long(ish), straight and falls just above his beautiful, blue eyes. The beanie he is wearing gives him that I-don't-give-a-fuck kind of luck, which was honestly working in his favour if you ask me. His dark wash jeans fit snug to his legs, but not too snug to the point of wear they are suffocating, but you can still make out the hard muscles in his thighs. His short sleeve t-shirt reveals his hard, buff arms. Not too buff, just the right amount and I find my mind wondering as to what it would feel like to be wrapped in them.

Wait! No! I have a boyfriend, could I seriously be thinking about someone else like this? Does this make me a bad person? I mean they are only thoughts, right? Its not like I'm trying to make them become a reality. Or that I actually want them to become a reality. I think.

His eyes dance like the ocean and I find myself getting lost in them for a minute. Eventually he opens his mouth and mutters a 'Hey' before sticking his headphone back into his ear and turning his attention away from me once again. There was obviously no point replying as he wouldn't hear me even if I tried to speak up.

I felt a strong-arm wrap around my waist as I'm pulled down to sit next to Paul.

'Don't worry about Luke, he's not really much of a talker, but once you get to know him he's a real nice guy, trust me' Paul smiled reassuringly at me. I nodded and then took in his appearance. His long hair cascaded down to just above his shoulders. It was styled so that it only covered a slight section of his face, above his eye. I guess you could say he was every emo kids wet dream. If you didn't mind a few acne scars or a slightly crooked nose. But he was cute, and kind. That's what's important, right? What on the inside. I told myself that, I had never doubted how I saw Paul, but then sitting there I began glancing from him to Luke. Then another feeling grew inside me, however I knew exactly what this feeling was. Disappointment.

I had never been this curious, or on fact this giddy about someone in my entire life. When I first met Paul, well I thought I had fell of the earth and found heaven. He was my first major crush, discovered when I was 16 years old. 2 years later and here I am, holding his hand and calling him mine, and everything was so perfect. At least I thought it was. Now I'm not so sure.