malt

Him. It always revolved around him. His maple-coloured eyes sparkled under the sun, teeth glinting as he tousled his brown hair. Everything revolved around him. The jokester, the hottest, and most popular guy in school. Girls flitted around him and linked arms with him and chattered noisily. But he only had eyes for one person. Her.

Her. Decent friends, decent grades. Or so she thought. She always compared herself to others, unsatisfied with the way she looked, dressed, and even felt at times. Unconsciously insecure around most people, she tried to turn away the unwanted limelight which was constantly shone on her. Struggling underneath, she masked it with a smile, although sometimes slipping and letting her true self show. None of her friends noticed, though. Only him.

Serene Watts. Matthiew Johnson.

Two names. Two people.

One unexpected journey.

Starting with a cup of malt.