Tequilla Mocking Bird With an AK-1989ine

I guess we will call this;

Tequilla Mocking Bird With an AK-1989ine



I looked across the crowded room and then my eyes caught a glimpse of her. As I scaled the room around, I couldn't help but take a second glance. Her beauty was subjective, She kept tattoos instead of diaries; with every artistic creation etched into her skin there was a story. A story that lied beneath every vividly colored visual expression. Behind it was a memory; of a love affair won and lost, every battle scar hidden in the background with a intricately placed foreground. A hint of foreshadow of what she's been through and how it has shaped her into who she is now.

She was of a pale complexion with lightly pinkish-hued cheeks. She had short hair with extravagant extensions and it was perfectly placed in a disarranged manner. She had Bombay Sapphire colored eyes. I stared at those eyes, begging to G*D that at some point she would acknowledge my existence and just turn and look my way.

Then, it finally happened, our eyes finally met. I fancied how that visual connection made her smile and me tremble. Tremble because it felt as though, as though she had captivated my soul. As dumb as this may sound, at the moment, I... I understood right there, right there, at that mere fucking moment of our eyes meeting, that my heart would ache without her. I had to introduce myself to her.

As I tried to make my way past this crowded-teenage-filled-ALMOST-cult-like-gathering-of-a-party, I shook. My heart was racing, just pounding to such an extent that I saw it move my shirt. I felt anxious, and although I wanted to blame it highly inebriated ratio of Alcohol to blood level in my body, I knew. I knew it was because of her, I was feeling like this. My palms were clammy, I felt awkward.

As I got closer, I noticed; she had a perfect bone structure and an elite pose, mixed with such confidence it felt like she could break me down with one fierce stare, only to use her later known kindness and love to build me back up again. I wanted to have a smoke so G*D damn, fucking bad, at that moment. But, I didn't have one on me at the moment. I had just finished my pack.

I smiled at her, a very awkward smile. Almost could be called a 'forced' smile. She noticed it, I know she did. But she didn't remark on it.
-'Hi.' I said, as I took my trembling, wet, hand out of my constrictingly tight, monochromatic black jeans.

-'Hey, I'm Sophie.' she replied, with a breathtaking smile that almost made me drop to the ground, as gracefully, as a pin.