LOVE STORIES FOR YOUNG HEARTS

APROACH

Something I want to clarify, I put the image of Shizuo and Izaya, because in my mind like this look Jack (Izaya) and Joshua (Shizuo). They are the living image, but only in appearance, Part One already !!

JOSHUA X JACKJack's Version:

He is kissing me, his tongue is in my mouth, his hand on my back, his body on mine, my arms around him. This warmth, I had never felt it, my mouth with his mouth. I found it strange but pleasant, but ... how did we get here?.

We met on a hot afternoon, as usual, I had not had such good luck with the girls, apparently, they do not understand anything about me, nothing, it seems that they only care about themselves. They say that the one who tries to be someone who is not me, while they actually wear heels to look taller, makeup to cover their horrendous faces, special clothes to flaunt a better body, dye their hair, do all kinds of things so that Society looks at them better and more suitable, and look for someone to fuck their lives even more.

Personally, I had never felt personaly drawn to anyone, no one was good enough for me; Until one day, I invaded my personal space, in that park, in that chair, it was where my heart of stone began to beat for someone.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Dressed in his black vest, sunglasses, and a white shirt. His voice broke through my heart of stone. Before I even reacted, I sat down, took a down from his pocket and began to draw on his bare skin, so fast, strokes so light, so fluid. His face basically saying "I do not care what I do here, but I do not want to be here-" What are you waiting for? "

"What am I waiting for what?" I answered instinctively defensively.

"To start interrogating me" I answered without looking away from her arm.

"What are you drawing?"

"I draw phoenix's tears"

"Why of a phoenix?"Every glorious word that came out of his mouth intrigued me more and more, then, he stopped and sat a few millimeters from me and put his arm in my face. "You see this?" Well, they are "tears" of phoenix, the tears of phoenix are magical and heal every wound, the song of the phoenix is ​​magic" he responded by looking directly into my eyes; A giggle escaped from the prison of my lips. "What?" He asked indignantly at my indecency. 

"Nothing. It's just that if the phoenix tears were real, I'd already discovered them long ago." 

"Well, it goes from person to person. Believe me if you want, I will not force you to anything." The moment he told me that, he unfolded the sleeve of his jacket and got up to greet another boy.

 It was a little harsh the way we met. But his words broke through my armor. I had been following him since I saw him that day a week ago, I will be a stalker or whatever he wants, but I just wanted to meet him; Apparently he has many friends, he meets with two or three different people every day of the week, from girls to seniors, he volunteers in cleaning campaigns and has two part-time jobs. But above all, besides, he does not have lack of girls, every night takes a different girl to his house. I watch him sit in the same chair where we met. Suddenly, his eyes rush in my direction simultaneously and my heart rate accelerates.