It's pretty self explanatory. This is a sad Ranboo story because I crave tears and the fact that there is scarcely any angst about him. Hope you enjoy. Any criticism or ideas will be taken to account :D Edit: GUYS THIS IS A ONESHOT PLEASE

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

Your parents were offered a better job in England, so your family moved. You weren't to happy about it until you met the boy next door.