Converse and Combat Boots

Dark Grey and complex. Torn and broke.

Black and dusty. Falling apart and worn.

I'm not just talking about the shoes here. I'm talking about the people that wear them.

Ryan,converse,a boy who is a rebel. Who would rather break the rules then bend them. Who could pull a school system to shambles with a click of his fingers.

Sofie,combat boots,a girl who's an outcast. Who follows the rules,yet is treated like garbage. Who no one bothers giving a second look or chance.

A story over a simple class project. A story that tells the story over how two people who would usually never cross paths,fall head over heels for a stranger. Polar opposites,nothing in common,other then the fact that they both hurt and long for someone to love them.

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"Sofie,right?" He asked with a grin.

"Ryan." She said,hatred in her voice.

"Oh won't this be fun." He said smirking while pulling her with him,lighting his cigarte.