Beauty

Michaels Thoughts (Introduction)1

She once told me this. She said that we the people are born broken. Half of our soul is missing. The other half is in someone else, and it’s up to us to find that other half to become whole. 2

I believed I was her other half. She was so different from me in everyway, from her choppy short hair, her pale snowy skin, her piercings, and tattoos, the way her lips wrapped around her cigarettes. Everything about her gave away the fact that we were both from two different worlds. She was as skinny as her cigarettes, with dancing green eyes that burned through you like the august sun. She wasn’t classicly beautiful, nor did she try to be which was one of the many reasons why I loved her. When the world seemed only a fake stage, she brought me to something so real it hardly seems like it really all was real. A mere dream, and perhaps it was. But then why did I have to wake up? Tell me Bobby dream or not? Did you ever love me? 3

Chapter 14

++++Bobby’s Pov+++5

Small Imperfections.6

The tied of dark waves I can feel is beginning to pull in. I promised myself this year I wouldn’t let myself get depressed, but I can feel it already tugging at the back of me. Maybe it’s always been apart of me. 7

Pulling a cigarette from my left pocket, I stick it in my mouth, and fumble with my lighter. I promised myself I would quite smoking too before school started, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to well either. 8

“Ah well.” I can’t help but sigh aloud to myself. The cigarette just dangles lifelessly out the side of my mouth, I can’t seem to bring myself to put fire to it. But I can’t find the will to just put it down either. 9

“Bobby.” Halix massages my name in his mouth, and rests his messy head in my lap. He has to put a hand over his head to block out the sun, to look at me. But he gives me that lazy smile of his, and that dark feeling I’ve been feeling lately fades brining me into the present. He pulls the cigarette out of my mouth, and puts it in his own. 10

“Thanks.” He says the cigarette bouncing around in his mouth. I just give him a small nod, feeling slightly annoyed. 11

I have been dating Halix for less than two weeks. But already I feel that this relationship might be going somewhere. The truth is I’m terrible being with one person, not that I’m the type that cheats. I just don’t feel comfortable with the idea of someone devoting his or her time to be in a relationship with me. To be honest I think it’s quite weird. The funny thing is though Halix does too. Which perhaps is what makes us so good together. I don’t feel awkward with him, or like I always have to dress up and shave my legs to go out with him. He’s sweet, yet a little bit rough on the edges. He’s a little too pretty for my usual taste. As strange as it is I like guys who have imperfections, like big noses, or crooked smiles, and gap teeth. Halix has an Abercrombie perfect face, with big soft brown eyes, and messy curly dark hair. He wears leather jackets though, and tight cigarette jeans that are even too tight for me. It looks ironic on him because of his face. He has the body of Sid vicious and if it weren’t for the way he dressed, and his numerous piercing he would surely be in with the popular kids in high school. 12

Because of his face people who don’t know Halix think he is a pretender. Just another rich kid trying to get in with the downtown hipsters. But Halix is the real deal; he lives alone in a one bedroom flat on 21st street despite being only seventeen, and locks himself for weeks in their until he can write another chapter to his never ending book. His clothing is real vintage, the holes in his jeans aren’t manufactured that way there there because he’s too poor to buy another pair. He lives off of Folgers coffee, and stale bread that not even people in jail would eat. He’s not a singer, but occasionally for money he will whip out his guitar and sing in bars, and people will listen and enjoy it. Not because of his husky smoky voice. But because of the lyrics he snatches from his books. Halix is quiet; he’s like a bird taking in the world from a distance. He has a way with words though, that almost make him seem sort of mystical. Some things cannot be said, because there just isn’t anyway of putting them into something that makes since. However Halix always seems to find a way. 13

“What are you thinking?” He asks sucking greedily at his cigarette. He’s giving me a perplexed look like he really wants to know. My cheeks feel a little hot; it’s embarrassing to tell the person that you’re thinking about them. However I’m a terrible liar, and because Halix is a writer he is trained to notice every small thing about a persons face. 14

“I guess I’m thinking about you, and us, and relationships, and…” I drift off I’m too tired to finish my sentence. Were sitting at Chapmen park, and have been for the last hour. We’re supposed to meet up with our friends in twenty minutes on 23rd, but I can already tell we’re going to be late. Another thing I love about Halix is that we don’t always have to be doing something. Even if we’re both just silent, in the park or anywhere I know it’s ok. We don’t both have to be always moving, and talking to fill the silence between us. In fact I think Halix enjoys just having my presence around him. 15

“And what about me are thinking about?” He sits up from my lap, and turns his whole body to face me. It’s the middle of august, and he’s still wearing his signature leather jacket as if preparing for a storm. 16

“Well I guess I was just thinking that it’s strange that you and I are in a relationship. I mean we both aren’t really considered pros at the whole thing. But it seems like it’s surprisingly going well.” I shrug smiling to myself. 17

He gives me a long, and serious stare, sort of like he’s trying to take a picture of my face with his eyes. A small smile breaks through however, “Your goofy.” He punches me playfully in the arm. I snort, “I suppose.” 18

He hops up from the ground so fast he reminds me of a frog the way his long legs move. Without warning he grabs my hand, and pulls me up to join him. I’m am not nearly as graceful as him, and almost fall back down onto the ground.19

“Shall we go meet up with everyone?” He doesn’t wait for my answer just takes my hands and starts walking. His hands are rough, and callused from working random construction jobs, and playing guitar too much. Yet I find more comfort in them, than in soft hands. Small imperfections like these bring me closer to Halix. 20