This is my first story here, and as such started off as something that would be quick and easy and exploded from there. Please feel free to comment, all opinions are welcome.
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She was beautiful, a flawless totem of all things punk and right with the world. Unruly and kinky tendrils fell from her head in heaps, framing her round face in mahogany brown chunks. Her skin was a deep caramel that darkened around her eyes, making them appear slightly sunken. Thick kissable lips that pouted and fought to keep a silver loop piercing in place with a small button nose rounded out her face. That face had drawn me to it for several weeks now, it being the issue that invaded my thoughts. I needed her more than air at this point, I could tell she was driving me insane.
I'd seen her in passing around campus, our routes always crossing while I made my way to swim practice. If I had used my eyes sooner, she would be in my bed by now. We must have seen each other a thousand times, but we hung around in different crowds, so we saw no interest in one another.
I'd only noticed her after a drunken celebration party for a summer meet win. I was plastered, hanging onto my friend who had invited what seemed like the whole town to her house when the dreadlocked beauty showed up. She'd found a way to form the kinks into a wave of chunky curls that cascaded down her back. Her clothes were standard for her, a leather jacket that hid a battered band shirt underneath and skin tight jeans that hugged against her thick thighs. She wore beat up chucks that were black with rainbow laces, and upon further investigation I noticed that the usual lip ring had been switched for something more ornate. I clung a little too firmly to my friend Krista, and turned her towards my mission.
"You have five seconds to tell me who that is."
Krista searched in front of her for what could have caught my eye, failing to find her target. "Dani, what are you talking about?"
I rolled my eyes, exasperated with her slow speed in my drunken state. "That girl with the dreads, who is she?"
"Oh, that's Brie Madet, major punker for life. Why?" She looked at me for a moment, then gasped and pushed me away. "Dani, that poor gazelle does not need to be attacked by you."
Shuffling from the shove, I found my footing after landing softly against the living room couch. The people on it were all too intoxicated to notice the drunk girl that almost fell on them, and that became the funniest thing on the planet to me. I couldn't stop the laugh that climbed from my mouth, covering my face with my hands in a ridiculous fashion. I was drunker than expected.
Krista placed her hands on her hips and clicked her teeth at me. "Oh no, I am not letting you pick up a girl if you can't control your mouth Dan."
I gripped my chest, feigning shock. "Krista, chill. I totally have this under control. By the end of tonight, Brie cheese will be my favorite food."
Her face wrinkled in disgust. "Ugh, your fucking drunk puns, I can't stand you sometimes."
"Please, you love me." I started to break away to find Brie, but turned back to Krista. "One last thing, can I use your bed tonight?"
Krista jumped back a little and shouted, "You mean for sex?!"
I hooked my arm around her neck and whispered into her ear, "Shh, Jesus you're so loud! I'll give you 20 bucks."