Once upon a time there was a boy named Parker. His eyes were brown and nothing special ever seemed to happen in them. Most girls probably saw a spark of fire burning in his pupils or a beautiful firework show in his boring eyes, but I just couldn't look deep enough into the dullness of his soul to see the things he was capable of. His hair was light brown, like dust from the base of your television on a rag. I didn't pay close enough attention at the time, so I couldn't tell you how his hair bounced when he walked, or how it would glimmer in the moonlight along with this eyes that I couldn't see past. I did caught a glimpse at the fact that his nose was small, like a Hershey's kiss, but his lips were big and obnoxious when they let out the sound of his laughter. On normal white teenage boys it is usually the opposite, it makes them look unbalanced and awkward, but on him it didn't look out of place. He was seventeen years old when I knew him, but at one point he was younger and at some point he grew older, I suppose.
His voice was deep, like a chasm in the middle of the woods that you wouldn't dare look down at in fear of what you will see, or what will catch the smell of you and stalk your memory when the sun goes down, but his thoughts were much deeper. You could barely take him serious with all the jokes he made, but when he finally settled down you could hear the sound of agony hidden between his tongue and teeth that were covered in metal his freshman year. After hearing the pain from his stomach erupt in a sob, the way he brushed off his emotion just never left your memory when you heard him joking again. You heard the stab of sin in every word he spoke. It is a blessing and a curse, to know someone as well as you know the way that your least favorite food tastes coming up your throat.
At the same time, but separate place there was a girl. I guess there isn't really a good way to explain yourself, but since I tend to notice the way I look when I glimpse in a mirror I can put it into perspective. Her hair was as blonde as every other blonde person in the world, but the amount of times she dyed it you could never know for sure if it was ever really a color for sure. Her eyes were blue, darker than most but still lighter than the way it looks inside your mind. She looked common, really, but not common enough to make people only look once. Her voice carried so heavily that every time she spoke it seemed that someone would hush her from the other side of the room. When she would laugh, which wasn't as rare as it is in normal people, others would either laugh along because her laugh drew them in, or complain because her laugh was too obnoxious for their liking. The first kind of person was always her favorite. She stayed awake every night and thought about the ways she could be a better person in the morning, but when she woke up at five in the morning after someone committing wrongs in her dreams she would cry herself into being worse than before. The sins that lurked in her future from her past haunted her and spoke soft lies into her ear to make her believe it wasn't worth it to become better than she was. She lived in constant self hatred, but she didn't hate the way she looked. She hated the way she felt.
Anyways, at one point these two people met. He had moved to her school from Texas, and she had been the type to glance a second time when someone new came into her tiny town from somewhere her eyes hadn't explored. Maybe it was the fact that she knew nothing about him that intrigued her, or maybe it was the way he seemed like a closed book that would never open. It was those maybe thoughts that could distract her at night that kept her eye glued on him.
In his mind he was terrified. He didn't speak to a soul when he walked in, and he felt that he was invisible. He didn't notice all the people so interested in him. He didn't notice the way girls kept their eyes on him for a moment too long, because they weren't used to seeing new people in the small town they had inhabited for all those years.
It took a month for them to finally speak, and it was brief and awkward when he tried to introduce himself. He ended up making had friends, but those friends just happened to be some friends of hers, too. She didn't know if that would help her or hurt her.
