Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love." There is in it the idea of the fall. And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation.
"Miller." The boys eyes snapped up from the paper hidden up under his arm. The dark brown iris meet with brown iris. A brow cocked up to the boy he had met a few months prior to his entrance into town. However due to the lack of actually clicking with him, he avoided him.
"Marlo." The boy responded back as he had closed his book. His pencil set down on his desk as he had straightened up slightly.
"Why don't you come join me and a few of my friends for lunch." He spoke as the boy shifted in his seat, he had leaned his head on his hand as he had given a short surprised face. He was used to people being kind enough to invite him to their tables typically girls. Most seventh grade and sixth grade girls had found their way to writing him love letters. Now of those feelings had been returned, after all Colby Miller does not fall in love.
It wasn't so much that he didn't fall in love, it was the way he was brought up. How he lived his life with his mother and father. The lies and secrets the fact that even he was a bastard child compared to his sisters. He built up walls sky high to never fall in love.
"So you just don't like anyone?" The girl giggled out her hand rested on his arm. The way she trailed her fingers across his arms signified she wanted much more then simple conversation.
"How about we talk about you? I'm not that interesting." Colby spoke as his eyes locked to hers, the green in her eyes flickered across his face. In any form of an attempt to figure him out. To see through him, however it quickly shut down.
"Why don't we just forget talking." The boy watched as the lust blew through her eyes. Masking any fears she initially had being here with him. She meshed her lips to his in a messy and hasty kiss. The types of kisses he had grown used to. Sloppy, messy, imperfect. Her hands trailed across his torso, in a sloppy attempt to pull his shirt off of him.
He had rested his hand on hers, slowly peeling them off of him. His eyes had trailed back to hers, the way the lust slowly dimmed away as the insecure eyes had filled his own eyes with a short sorrow.
"I'm sorry we shouldn't do this, you're too drunk to even known what you're doing." Colby spoke as he had stood up from the couch. The loud music filled his ears like a bomb as he had helped the girl up.
"I promise I'm fine." The girl spoke as a hiccup escaped her lips, her own legs had slowly dropped so that she was more resting in his arms then actually standing herself.
"Come on I'll make sure you get home." Colby states as he had helped the girl out of the house. The blasting music drowning away as he got further from the house. Helping the girl sit herself down on the sidewalk as he texted his sister.
"For a boy who gets his rep with sleeping with girls I'm shocked you're easily giving up this chance." The girl spoke as he turned to see her face buried into her hands.
"I don't like to feel like I'm using someone who's hardly sober enough to know what they're doing." Colby states his arms crossed over his chest. His own eyes flickered up, across the way he caught sight of a few of his friends. He lingered on them, scanning each face. All the eyes that hadn't spotted him until they landed on her. The way she had only met his stare for a second before her eyes flashed away.
