Death Boi

Dating an emo ain't easy.

Fourteenth April. FOURTEENTH APRIL. My brain cannot fathom the fact that it was finally fourteenth April.

I try my hardest to comb down my unruly blonde (sun kissed) hair. On second thoughts, I'll leave it like that. Provide him more chance to ruffle through my hair and try to make it look neater. He says he ABSOLUTELY LOATHES it when my hair is a mess but I know he secretly (not so secretly anymore) loves it.

Will he like it? Will he like ME? He did accept my request but maybe he did it in a panicked state. He does get very panicky when people ask him to hang out with them. And that's putting it lightly.

I put on my 'punkest' t-shirt - it's not really punk, it's just a plain black shirt that I borrowed from Kayla. All of what I own in my closet is either of a pastel colour or a camp shirt.

Luckily, I own a leather jacket which I add to my outfit to add to my 'punk rock' persona.

I leave my cabin and tread slowly towards his. I can't believe I'm finally doing this after so many months of lectures from Austin and Kayla.

Every second makes me want to run back into my cabin and just hide under my sheets.

But I conquer it. I conquer my fear. I reach cabin 13. I reach HIS cabin which is made of pure obsidian and therefore looks VERY VERY......um goth. If I continue looking at it I'll probably get sucked into it and just stand here to admire the colour and the texture and the way light falls on it.

I shake my head and move towards the dark brooding door which OBVIOUSLY has a skull hanging on top of it. Adds to the aura, they say. So do the ever glowing Greek fires. Add to the aura, I mean. Not say that fires say that skulls add to the aura. Gosh I'm so stupidly annoying.

I jerk my hand upwards and knock. Once. Twice. Thrice. Just as I'm about to knock for the fourth time a pale boy with a My Chemical Romance shirt on opens the door.

I look down and see that he's wearing tight black jeans. Those damn jeans look so good on him I could do him right now, I almost fangirl out loud about it. His hair is rattily stacked on his forehead making deep plunges. And his dark brown eyes. His dark brown eyes are going to be the death of me.

Just by looking at them I WANT TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE, JUMP OUT OF THE WINDOW, RUN AROUND THE CAMP WHILE ON FIRE AND BURN THE CAMP DOWN AND THEN JUMP INTO THE SEA TO CALM MYSELF DOWN BECAUSE LOOKING AT HIS EYES IS DOING SOMETHING TO ME AND MY BODY TEMPERATURE IS INCREASING.

I realize the fact that I'm staring at him a little too late for my liking. So I innocently shake my head and expose a meek "hey!" to the warm-ish air.

"I can't believe you're here."

"You don't want me here?" My voice sounds so pathetic right now. Of course he doesn't want me here. I think he accepted my request just to be nice and forgot about it the next moment. Why did I have to get myself so hyped up and excited? Now I'll just get an even worse blow.

"What no! Of course I want you here. I- I just thought you were joking or that it was a dare to ask out the weirdest guy at camp."

"Nuh-uh. Even if you don't believe it I do actually and genuinely like you.....even if you're the weirdest guy at camp." I say with a warm smile."I'm kidding Nico. You're NOT the weirdest guy at camp- that position is reserved for Leo."

Awkward silence follows. Great Solace! Congratulations, you ruined it right there. Nice work.

"I think.........we should go."

"Yeah....let's go." I try to say in my most cheery and happy voice but it comes out dry and pathetic.

WHY ME? WHY? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SUCH HORRIBLE CONVERSATION SKILLS?!?!?!?!?!?