what I look like duh lol

here is my story about my life....TW: its got R@pe, Abuse, and a whole lot of shit

And as he ran into the night, the flames behind him got higher and higher, lighting up the dark sky, out shining the stars. Noah Harper has had a great life. Good grades, loving parents who had amazing jobs with amazing checks, and everything he could ever want. His mother one of the "best police officers in town", and his father the owner of the most popular car dealership chain in the state. However, he wondered what would happen if he broke one of his parents rules...and he had always had one rule in mind. "Don't go near Alex Hattaway." But gosh, did he want to so badly. He wanted him. When he looked at him, he saw danger. And he liked danger. There had always been rumors around town that Alex was no good and would set fire to old buildings, and that his family had something to do with the Mafia. His mother had been trying so hard to catch the boy with even a lighter, maybe a match, but to no avail. But Noah wanted to play with the fire, even if it burned him. Alexander Hattaway, better known as Alex, was not your basic 18 year old. In fact, he was far from it. He had had a deep liking for fire ever since he saw it for the first time when he was Six. He had seen it coming from his fathers cig, and ever since he's been obsessed. He had started small, lighting things like trash and sticks on fire when he was 10 and would steal his fathers lighter. But as he got older, he slowly moved up to old things his parents through out, couches, rugs, everything they through out was his to burn. And now, here he is, 18 and burning down entire buildings. He loved what he did, it was just so amazing to him. Though he was like this, he had made a promise to himself. When he finds himself a boyfriend, he will love him hard. He would burn down the world for him. literally. This is my own original work, please do not steal it. Please read the description chapter at the beginning. enjoy!

Grunge clothing, skateboard decks, and alternative rock are my reality. Pastel tulips, fluffy hydrangeas, and my mom's pink flower apron are my temporary nightmare. I only cover shifts at Petals & Pixels sometimes, but it's enough time for Jax-the smug, patchwork-tattooed artist next door-to pick a fight with me through the display glass. He loves to push my buttons, and I love giving him a run for his money. He thinks he's the king of this block, but I've taken harder hits from concrete than anything his smart mouth can throw at me. It's a slow-burn war of words, stencils, and roses. And neither of us plans on backing down first.