Photograph (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 1

*click*

oh shit. oh nonononono i hope he didn't notice.
is he looking at me? should i look at him? i just can't keep looking at the ground. has he left? did he even hear the click?

last week i was assigned a project in my photography class, which was due next monday and i had done absolutely nothing. i was sitting in a bench overlooking the avenue trying to find an inspiration when i took out my camera and started taking pictures of the moving cars and the shops across the street.

i was focusing on the fro-yo shop across the street when this pink-haired guy came out. he had the most amazing hair i have ever seen, and was he hot. he was also extremely tall, i guess even more than six feet. he carried himself confidently, and his hair, a mix of pink, lilac and purple contrasted perfectly against his pale skin. i can't even believe i took a picture of him.

i started looking up, resting the camera on my lap. looking around the street, i noticed that he was nowhere to be seen. i gathered my bag and my camera and stood up. walking slowly to the bus stop, i kept my eyes open for the guy with the pink hair, a big desire to just see him again taking over my head.

sitting down on the bus stop, i crossed my legs and took out my camera again, searching at my recently taken pictures. there he is. the boy that even though i don't even know makes me wish i did. his pale pink hair compliments perfectly his pale skin, bright red lips pulled into a tight line as his eyes focused on something oblivious to me, hands on his pockets, left forearm full of different bracelets. i wish i could've taken a picture from the front.

what am i even thinking? i don't even know him and i already want to take pictures of him. i'm such a creep, maybe if i wasn't like this i would have more friends.

the bus arrived, the brakes making a loud screeching noise as it stopped, right in front of me. i got up, walking up to the door and sitting on the middle of the bus. resting my head on the window, i looked out, the city passing in a grey blur. in a couple of minutes, the buildings turned into houses and trees became more prominent, as we left the city and neared my home.

with a loud screech that hurt my ears, the bus slowed down. "thank you" i said to the bus driver, who returned my smile and closed the bus door behind me. i began walking the short block that led to my apartment building, looking around at the houses and little shops that lined the streets. i reached the apartment building, took the stairs to the second floor -i needed a bit of exercise- and opened the door. putting my keys on the small table by the door, i took off my shoes.

"where is that book?" i muttered as i looked around, trying to find the perks of being a wallflower between all of my other books. finally, i found it in my bedside table. i opened it on the page that was marked with a small pack of sugar and sat down, and got into my book.

*****

"dammit!" i cursed, i had just checked my phone, it was already 11pm and i had to wake up early tomorrow, i still hadn't completed my assignment for monday. i put down the book, took a quick shower, changed into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt and went to bed, the pink haired guy just making a quick appearance in my mind before sleep took over.

A/N: so this is my first ever fanfic and i just hope you like it because i have a clear idea in my mind about what i want to do with this. please vote and comment if you like it or if you would change something, i seriously need advice and would be very grateful if you gave me any!

much love, andrea

P.S. This is a new update, I changed a couple of thigs to make it fit for the second chapter!