(Alfie's POV)
**Three months later***
I can't stop thinking about her. Her dark brown hair, the way she blushes uncontrollably when a pin drops. How nervous she is. How her hazel eyes light up in English Lit when she's giving her opinion on Shakespeare. How beautiful she is. How beautiful she will always be.
I'm going to write her a poem. Right now.
It's approaching 3 am.
I grab my usual cigarette, a leather bound journal, a pen and I pull on my brown fur coat. I go out onto the asphalt and lie down, light my cigarette and inhale the chemicals. My muscles relax and I breathe slowly. Here it goes. The first poem I've ever written.
'The First'
'The first pair of eyes that shine so bright that I am blinded.
The first smile that envelopes me in happiness.
The first voice that makes my heart race so hard that my lungs collapse.
The first rhythm of breathing that makes me want to speed it up by kissing her.
The first lip-biting that makes me curious of how it would feel to explore between them with my tongue.
The first hair that I've smelt from a distance that I want to inhale more than my nicotine.
The first addiction that I crave more than my drugs.
The first girl I love within seconds of my eyes scooping every inch of her up.
The first girl I so desperately want to be my first everything.
Emma.
The first girl whose one syllable name rolls off my tongue and into my heart.
Emma.
The first girl to make me wish for every good thing to happen.
Emma.
You are the first girl I love.
Emma.
I want you to lay with me until you become the first woman that I love.
Emma.
The first and only love of mine.
Emma.
The first of my new life is
Emma.'
I hear a cough from above me.
'Alfie,what are you doing?'
'Hey,Em. You shouldn't be out here,it's cold.'
'Says the boy who's lying on the ground.'
I laugh heartily.
'Alfie'
'Yes?' I look up at her, with both my eyebrows raised.
'What are you writing?'
I cough a little, clenching my jaw.
'Just a poem.' Emma gasps dramatically, 'Alfie Deyes! Writing a poem?' 'Erm...yeah' She trips over nothing (Jesus, she's adorable), and lands on top of me. 'Sorry' she giggles 'It's alright' I wink at her. 'Show me the poem! Please,Alfie!' She whines. 'No, it's personal' I pretend to huff, groaning in protest. She laughs and starts tickling me, we struggle until she finally grabs it off me. I freeze. I'm lying on top of her, and I see her eyes scanning every word. I can't breathe.
She gets to the end and looks up with tears in her eyes. Alfie.' is all she can manage to say. Kissing her cheek is all I can manage to do. We lie there together until she falls asleep, when I take her back home, and kiss her nose.
'Goodnight, little one.' I whisper.
The night is cool and crisp so I wrap my fur coat around her and leave a note on her bedside table.
'Little one!
Good morning. Hope you slept well. See you soon.
Your extremely sexy lover,
Alfie ;) x'
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Asphalt Angel
Romantik'Dear Diary: There is a boy in the back of my class whose eyes are glazed over like newly cut glass,I don't know much about him,only that he lies on the asphalt on his driveway at 3am every night and smokes,his chest rising and falling while he loo...
