"Are you going to stand there all day? Hurry up and open the diner, Neil," Harry firmly said. Oh, I forgot. I might have a little crush on the guy who can't pronounce my name properly after working with for a year and a half.

Records. Alternative Rock, black Dr. Martens boots, blue butterflies and records again. I never thought that I would sell my soul to the devil for some old vinyl records. I broke my rules for him. I knew he was a bad idea, from the way he walked, talked or pronounced my name - but I always loved bad ideas. Between daydream and reality, I became the little rebel I always dreamed of. There was a thin line between love and insanity. We erased that line.

She came around the corner of the school walls and finally found him. He was holding a cigarette in his hand yet again. He looked at her with his knowing look of trouble in his eyes. She was supposed to take it as a warning and run away yet she choose to ignore it. She choose to stay. All the trouble that came with him made him hundred times more attractive in her eyes. "How come every time I see you, you are smoking?" She decided to speak up while looking at him. He blew the smoke from his cigarette and gave her his all so knowing smirk. "You smoke for fun, I smoke to die."