Black Trousers

I called him "Black Trousers," because that was his code name. Not really, I just sorta made it up when he was coming at me with his stupid dagger. Who even carries daggers anymore? I'd carry a gun if I had his job. Anyway, Noah called him Death, and I call him Black Trousers. Either way, he's my ticket to seeing Noah again- but he just can't seem to kill me. Wanna know why? Because Death (or Black Trousers, whichever you prefer,) fell in love with me. Me of all people. I promised myself I wouldn't be a cliche stereotype where two boys are in love with me and I have to chose. And I'm not. The choice is easy! Death, the gawky teenage boy wearing black trousers and carrying a dagger, or Noah, the brooding muscle man with the alluring blue eyes and the ever-present smirk.