Summer Rose

He took her into his arms like honey. Before, he would have disregarded her, torn her up, and spit her out in front of him. But this is different- their older. Her auburn hair looks burned, and her freckles have faded. She became what he adored, a tiny little dirty blond with thick lips and a jawline made of bone. He wished for someone like her to come around, but he did not give any intention to her being the girl who always loved him. She sent him love letters in the form of pleads, and her eyes were this domestic simplicity of Gothic rage. She painted her nails black, carved her eyes with dark make up, and pouted her lips. Her hair would be dyed a faded black, letting the pieces of her old self, her born self, sprout up every once and awhile.
Baby sunflower dresses became grunge layers. Her sleeves engulfed her hands, and her jeans took up tears, rips, and drawings. She liked the attention of her bright red lipstick, and he liked to watch her put in on in Math class. He thought she was the most beautiful in the morning, where her mother didn't see how she looked. She left the house wearing blues, baby pinks, and sunshine yellows. By the time she got off the mustard bus to school, the girl's bathroom became her closet. She hid her school attire in her gym locker, or her friend's backpacks. She would walk in there, looking natural with the exception of her black bottled hair, and come out like a transformed Barbie doll. He always stood outside the girl's bathroom with his friends. She thought he was the biggest slob in the universe, with his shady eyes that turned a deep set green with gold lining. He would always watch her, like he tried to with every girl. She was the exception- she seemed mysterious to him. He liked her natural self, yet he didn't understand why she would transform. She would watch him at the corner of her eye, baffled by the friends he chose. His pretty boy stance, and the way his lips pushed together when he was in clear thoughts made her stutter. The books he carried were always the finest you could receive. She noticed he liked to read Oscar Wilde while eating twinkies. Gross combination, she always thought.
He sat under the trees with his other friends- they would watch girls and give her dirty looks when she glanced at them. He would have never guessed that this girl so abnormal could be so beautiful...