Boys Don't Cry [Fransykes; BoyxBoy]
Me and Oliver were like polar opposites. Black to white. Positive to negative.
Him. In his scruffy hand-me-down jeans and worn down trainers, the long Metallica shirt with the letters fading. His dark brown eyes were always smiling, whilst mine were always hesitant, guarded.
He'd always smile with his eyes.
You'd never catch Oliver Sykes grinning or laughing- not once. You could tell when he was smiling, though. He would smile a lot. He'd always smile with his eyes.
They were lovely, deep brown orbs flecked with hazel and a thousand different colours in the sunlight, unnatural colours you could never usually spot on the naked eye.
When he smiled with them, they would crinkle. Just the sides, especially the left where there were three tattooed dots.
My relationship with him was so cliché. Everything was cliché.
october 2015 - [ ] 2016