All by herself, lying spread eagle in the middle of a vacant parking lot Cyn began to sing. Her voice was low and throaty and she hated it but she couldn’t possibly resist to this song; the song that had been stuck in her head ever since the Stolen Kiss. Call it hopeless or obsessive, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
“maybe we, why dont we.. sit right here for half an hour? We’ll speak of what.. a waste i am.. and how we messed it-” she was cut short.
”..up again,” he finished.
Not even bothering to look up to see who had stolen the rest of the song. “Hey Marl,” she sighed, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against the blacktop.
“Actually,” he cleared his throat, “My name’s Nix.”
Now, Cyn sprang up in surprise. Her alarmed gaze was met shyly by a very familiar looking boy in too tight pants and slightly greasy hair.
“Oh,” she whispered.
He plopped himself down beside her exposing skinny knees through his pant’s rips and several safety pins.
“Underoath..” he started, “is quite magical.”