lustful presence.

day one.

dear diary. what the fuck is this shit? why am i writing in this? i should make the most of this... but anyway. day one. i guess i'm getting ready for skye's concert. it's funny, honestly. watching her grow and develop into a successful woman along with all her new friends and more. and not forgetting her fiancé and sister, ophelia. me and skye have known each other for a while. we had many arguments, usually ending them all with a immature comment or such. me and ophelia met much later and we dated, which was one of the reasons me and skye became close again. i'm getting into the taxi. he's looking at me like some sort of fucking nut case for writing in this shit. i give him a look and we're soon on our way. my outfit is a button up shirt, along with jeans and some plain trainers. i clearly wanted to impress her somehow, and i didn't want to go all out. it's skye. she's perfectly fine with how i look. but the thing is... how would she look? i've seen videos and such on her fan pages. her with various hairstyles, in her outfits, usually a tiny skirt covering her little ass as she jumps around the stage. jackson, shut the fuck up. she's engaged. i can feel the sweat beads on my forehead build up, just thinking about it. hopefully she's put me somewhere in the crowd where nobody can talk to me. "oh, aren't you jackson woods? the guy who used to date skye?" "oh, are you jackson? the one who left why don't we for skye?" rumours spread quicker than a wild fire, especially when you're skye fastrino. i walk into the building, my head's building up with my heart beat racing. i suddenly bump into someone, a groan earned from my lips. "oh, uh, i'm so sorry." my eyes meet with the smaller girl's. "not like it matters but, haha, im parker.." she's quiet, timid. probably a hell of a good one in bed. i smile. "i'm jackson. skye fastrino concert?" i ask with a slight eyebrow raise. "yeah i'm a huge fan. she's an inspiration." she nods, clearly taking a fond of me already... i mean, who wouldn't? i chuckle softly, letting my eyes travel down the smaller girl's body. she was wearing a long sleeved shirt. insecure about her arms? some jeans, a typical pick for a young woman and trainers, causal yet stylish. "same" is all i say. why would i tell her i know skye personally? nobody knows a woman's intentions when you're an old band mate of a slightly popular band and are the friend of a world wide sensation. "well, i'll see you around jackson?" she says. her eyes are kind and slightly bigger when the light hits, forming a smile on my lips as her cheeks glow a natural pink. "definitely." i say, taking the hint this wouldn't be the last of our meeting...