The story started with a girl falling for the boy. They didn't know it yet, but it would come. The time would come, but at this particular time, they were just friends. But to many of their friends complaints, they were more. You see, my readers, people don't understand feelings. They assume they do, but raw emotion is too hard to discern. But we should be concerning the pair, no?
The girl wore her usual wardrobe well - the occasional stud merged with tens of flowing shirts, colorful skinny jeans and graphic t-shirts were paired with bohemian sandals or the fond statement jewelry piece. She walked in an effortlessly clumsy way, even when she looked confident as well as professional. Her hair was either quite long or short, and the in-between times killed her slowly. An array of dresses made her stature look tall and herself look slimmer. Glasses were perched on her nose, the rims reflecting her almost green eyes.
The boy mostly wore a black hoodie, and usually he wore jeans in a dark nature. Occasionally, the boy wore a button up in the coldest of blues. He tripped over his words as well as his own feet, but he was usually the one to keep his calm. His temper was a mild one, and one not shown often. In the later part of the year, the boy chose to wear more colorful ensembles. An umbrella stuck to his side during the rainy season, in an onyx shade. He too wore glasses, ones as dark as the cosmos.
It never occured to the duo that changes were possible. They were deep rooted in their ways, and neither believed in changing them so easily. Her demeanor always found its way into sarcasm, and his always discovered a new joke or a new way to bug the girl. It was common for them to banter, and their most recent occurance was no exception. But it didn't happen instantly, you know.
