Chapter 1

Warm eyes, black hair

Grey eyes, gold hair

Light and dark

Life goes

Count to three

I'll be beside you

One, you're warm

Two, You're soft

Three, so beautiful

I hummed and nodded my head to the beat of the song while I do my homework, repeating the song over and over again unconsciously as my hand wrote the answers. My pen tapped in rhythm.

One life, two lives, three lives

Love together

Live together

I'll be with you forever

Never let go

I'm always with you

Think of me

Wait for me

I stopped singing, since when the lyrics have those last parts? For a year the song only 'until forever', not wait for me. Well, I think I made that up. Well, that must be it, I mean I made up the whole song.

Each year the lyrics get longer and longer, the words added up one by one, starting with 'warm eyes, black hair' then the second part, the third part and so on. Sometimes they came in three lines or like now, four lines in a row.

I know I know, I was a talented songwriter. What else could be the reason for that made up song?

I put my pen down, watched it rolled over on the paper and came to halt. I stretched, pulling my arms' muscles. Because I've been sitting there for ages dude. Mind you, science homework was no doubt, the hardest homework ever. I mean why would we need to count the direction of a moving arrow? Unless you want to damage your brain that is, I can assure you my future career will be far away from anything science imaginable, I think I'll be a social worker or something.

Even though I didn't go out much to socialise.

I put away all my school supplies inside my bag and tidy up my desk, oops, I meant bed. My real desk is too full of stray books and paper that I could spend two hours just to clear the surface up for me to use, but then again, what was the use of a queen bed if not for studying? Putting up your shit on it? I didn't have a boyfriend mind you, so no fucking was done on my poor lonely bed.

We got real commitment you know, we sleep together every fucking night. If that was not romance I didn't know what is.

"Bitch I'm home!" Came the voice of the loudest person in the world, his voice echoing on the walls.

I closed my eyes and groaned, rolling on my back and faced the ceiling. He was home already, and here I thought I would have some quiet time to watch some TV shows peacefully without his voice chatting up every ten fucking seconds.

"Alice... Where are you." He sang loudly as he put whatever he was carrying on the floor with a loud thud.

I rolled over to the end of the bed and stood up from my everlasting eternal love and went outside my room, where James was smiling broadly like a Cheshire cat, only scarier. With that too cheerful eyes and mouth stretched so wide. Like literally ear to ear.

"Where's the spirit bitch, bought you new sneakers." He sang again, wanting me to be interested.

I glared at him, "I just finished my fucking homework you twat and you ask where my spirit is? Well, it crawled up my ass and died."

He tutted, "Must be science something or you wouldn't be this crappy."

"What the fu-" I began but he cut me off by throwing the bags he was carrying to me.

I checked inside the bag, to find indeed, new sneakers peeking from the inside, half wrapped in a paper. Must be expensive, it was some Italian or perhaps France label at the outside, and the design was gracefully rocker and sexy.

I glanced up at him, "Well this is nice..." I trailed off appreciatively.

He rolled his eyes and ungracefully threw himself on the sofa. "I know, I saw that today and ask my secretary to buy them while I went and deal with perverted old men."

"Pfft. Yeah right, you're the most perverted old man I know." I laughed and sat on the sofa next to him, lifting his leg and putting it on my lap.

He bounced his feet on my thighs and yelled, "I'm only twenty-four!"

I rolled my eyes and locked his feet with my arms, hugging them to my thighs so no more damage could be done. "Yeah well, I'm seventeen. So you're an old man for me."

He was silent then he said, "What really crawled up your ass..."

I pull his shoes and free them from their awfully thick socks and paused. "James..." I began seriously.

"Yeah?" He was listening I could tell, he was tense and for once he didn't wear any creepy grin.

"Where's your boyfriend?"

He stiffened, coughed loudly and pretend to stretch his muscle and snuggle to the couch. "James..." I sighed.

"You really need to give him more attention. Stop being afraid of commitment." I poked his calf repeatedly.

"Hey!" He fell silent. "I'm just... Just not good enough for him..." He whispered, shielding his eyes with his forearm.

I didn't know what he was smoking but I bet it was something heavy. How can he didn't realize that the boy is in love with him? He practically has love oozing from his pores every time he saw James.

"James, do you love him?" I whispered back, drawing patterns on his pants, drawing him to relax.

He stiffened, then sighed, "I fucking love that kid. If he asks for the moon, what I would answer is 'which part of the moon you want?' if he asks me to die the only thing I would ask is 'when would you want me to die?'"

Woah, talk about super whipped.

"Then what's stopping you?" I asked back, desperate for them to just fuck like rabbits adopt a dozen babies and live happily ever after.

"He's still young Alice! He's six years younger than me! If we get serious now, when he gets older he will realise how stupid he's been to be with me and then he would run away when he realises that."

"Look I know where you're coming from. I would get scared too. But that's only because my boyfriend will be doubtful material. Not like your James, how can you don't see the feelings he has for you? Is there something he has done that makes you so sure he'll run away from you?"

James stayed silent. "If not then just give him a chance. See where it leads you, if he indeed runs away then he's not the one for you. We're a strong person James, we always get crushed, tramped, betrayed and twenty-four seven heartbroken and I will not drag you back with me in those dark days when you have someone you love James."

He stared at me, almost crying. He really really loved that kid, well technically his boyfriend was only a year older than me but well...

I pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contact, looking for his dear boyfriend. I got up, "Where are you going?"

"Just nearby, I don't want to be here when you decide you want to fuck the life out of your boyfriend," I said, shrugging on my jacket, grabbed my wallet and phone.

"What...?" He said puzzled.

I checked my watch, he said he'll be here in ten. Five minutes more. I looked behind my shoulder, checking James. He still sprawled on the couch with his rugged brown hair, watery blue eyes and untidy subtle. With a crumpled shirt and tie, his suit jacket thrown on somewhere.

What a cousin I have.

The bell rang, I snickered mentally. Earlier I texted his boyfriend.

I need you. I'm so sorry.

X James

You won't believe me how fast the reply came like three sec. And he said he'll be here in ten ASAP. What a nice boyfriend, I could bet my college funds that they would get married someday while I become some crazy cat lady.

"Who's that?" James said groggily.

"Maybe the pizza delivery guy. I ordered one earlier." Ooo white lies.

"Oh okay." That twat was totally expecting his boyfriend, even though he didn't know that I texted him.

I opened the door and smiled, there stood James' boyfriend with the same rugged look as James. Blonde hair messily out on his head, rugged t-shirt, crumpled blue jeans, wide and hopeful grey eyes. Both of them are a looker, but unfortunately, they were both gay. Unfair right?

Well actually, his boyfriend was my senior. Never mind that...

"He's inside. Weeping." I said.

His eyes became wider, "Weeping? I thought he would be whoring around now, looking for another raw young meat."

I laughed humourlessly, "That's the image he wants you to believe, not his true self. Trust him, and work out your problems, please? He loves you more than you could imagine, please see that and convince him you would never run away from him."

I side stepped him and shoved him inside, closing the door behind me and locking it. Making sure they couldn't get out.

Sometimes all you need is a little push, or shove.

I drank my third cup of coffee, stressing over my daily test tomorrow. Should have brought some books with me to study all night long. After all, this coffee shop was open twenty-four hours. No big deal. I could sleep here.

I've eaten three blueberry cheesecakes and three chocolate fudge. Awesome.

I sighed and looked outside, looking at the people walking. As the second passed the people dispersed slowly, leaving only one and two occasionally passing. I checked my watch, no wonder, it was noon already.

I sipped my coffee, watching the steam rose as I blew it. Nothing was better than expresso in the middle of a rainy day. Huh, so cliché.

I watched as the shop window steamed over and fogged up. I wait until it was thick enough to write on it.

∞

1, 2, 3.

LOVE TOGETHER.

Weirdly, that was always been on my mind. I wrote it on any available surface I could find.

I began to hum the song, which slowly turned to singing, some businesswoman glanced at me but I ignored her, I mean we were the only one here after all.

I watched the fog slowly thickened and slowly erased the scribble that I wrote. It sent a pang through my heart, another missing piece. It was gone again. I sighed and continue the song.

Think of me

Wait for m-

The song was cut off abruptly by the sound of a motorcycle roaring outside, I glanced outside to see a person was parking his motorcycle outside and with a loud roar the engine died down and the person unmounted it.

The motorcycle was white, with black front glass, the rider was wearing a black long coat that looks like he should be wearing a fancy limousine instead. He pulls off his helmet and pulls it to his waist.

My heart thumped. What a nice-looking stranger I thought. It will be nice if my love life could be as nice as that.

I watched as his long stride brought him nearer to the coffee shop, how the simple action brought another pang to my chest, but this time more like yearning. I gulped and died the feelings down, surely I was not that pathetic that I yearned for a romance with a complete stranger right?

He stepped inside and oh my dear god. I could pass out by the sight of him. He was tall, like very tall, with lean muscles, jet black hair and golden honey eyes. High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose.

So freaking beautiful.

My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time.

As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window.

He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

He looked straight at me, eyes wide and mouth gaping. I held my breath, surely he must have been looking outside the window, perhaps he left something on his bike. But when I turned and looked outside there was nothing. Everything was the same peaceful and lonely as it could be at noon.

He was gaping for a minute and then purposely stride to my table, while I looked like fish out of the water I bet.

He stopped in front of me, I could feel the heat radiated from his body along with the cold material of his long black coat. His helmet stood by on his waist, and good god... he looked more beautiful near. Like totally unreal. I could spend my entire life looking at him.

My heart jolted painfully.

His lips parted and he licked them, mind you I could lick them for you if you like. Cough. Right.

"Umm, can I help you?" I said timidly. All my body function dying near him, my body went weak.

He was staring at me like really really stared, the businesswoman nearby kept glancing at me, full of wonder, and a bit tense. Like she would need to call the police in a moment.

Well if she did then that must be because I rape the guy...

Control. Control.

"Did you write that?" He asked with a small voice as his eyes strayed behind me.

I looked beside me to see the almost disappeared writing. "Uh yes...?"

He stared at me hard, "Where did you know it?"

I frowned, what was up with this stranger, well anyway... "It's from a song I came up with."

Unconsciously I sang them from the beginning.

Warm eyes, black hair

Grey eyes, gold hair

Light and dark

Life go

Count to three

I'll be beside you

One, you're warm

Two, You're soft

Three, so beautiful

One life, two life, three life

Love together

Live together

I'll be with you forever

Never let go

"I'm always with you, think of me, wait for me." The stranger whispered.

"Huh?" I said dumbly. Refusing to believe this stranger knew that song, maybe it was a popular song and I know it but forgot. Perhaps?

He stayed silent and for a moment I think he was crazy and all that but suddenly he asked me, "warm eyes black hair?" He smiled and pointed to his head.

I realized he got the same description as the song. Then he pointed at me, "Grey eyes gold hair?"

I frowned deeper, what did he mean?

His smile was blinding, "I finally found you."

"What..." I said weakly, my body still not functioning properly.

"My name is Daniel. In case you don't know." He looked like he was enjoying some private joke.

"Alice." I said simply, my brain refusing to cooperate when the stranger -Daniel- shrugged off his coat and fold them on the chair.

He was wearing a white v-neck shirt and blue rugged jeans. So fucking hot. I could jump his bones. Never mind jumping his bones I could spend my life with him. Always.

I blinked. Always?

He was still smiling, "I live nearby, some long-distance family came and now my house is so crowded that I need to look for fresh air outside." He rolled his eyes adorably.

I managed to crack a smile. "Same here, my roommate got his boyfriend over so I need to get out for a while."

Finally some sense. Finally brain!

His eyebrows shot up. "Hmm, is that so..." He trailed off. "I see you like your coffee a lot." He gestured to my hand clenching the mug with dear life.

"Oh. Yeah... the third cup." He looked at me questioningly, "I need to stay awake, cause I'll be staying here until tomorrow."

"Want to come with me?" He said.

I shrugged carelessly, "Sure, why not?"

I know I know, coming with a stranger? Bad move, but the worse he could do to me was kidnaping me. Even then, nobody would notice. So I was a free woman. There was no danger out there for me.

"Just finish your coffee first." He said again, commanding.

I nodded and downed my coffee in one go. What to say, I was excited. I raised my eyebrow at him, "Fine. Come on." He chuckled.

We stood up and the businesswoman looked at me questioningly, I smiled at her. "Here, wear this. You won't be wet." He gestured to his long coat which he held open for me.

I stood in front of him and let him put his coat on me, true to his words, the inside was warm, even though the outside was glistening wet from the rain.

And the bad part was his coat reach my ankles, I looked like a penguin. A laugh came out, "You look like..."

I rolled my eyes, "A penguin I know."

"Come on, wear my helmet," I shook my head no.

He sighed aspirated, "Don't worry I don't catch a cold easily. Unlike you. Now please wear it."

Even though he said 'please' he forced the helmet on my head after putting my hair to the side so it won't get tangled.

"That's better, now let's go." He smiled gently and grabbed my hand swiftly, pulling me out from the shop and towards his motorcycle.

I would say I didn't feel anything but that would be a lie, touching him was everything I need, the comfort, the desire, the tingles, the electricity. Everything. I felt like I could cry any minute.

He grabbed me by the waist and hoist me up on his motorcycle. "I know it'll be hard for you to sit with the long coat hugging your legs so..."

"It's okay." I nodded, the helmet muffling my words.

He stood there just staring at me, his hair was slightly damp because of the rain, and his shirt got water stains which were getting wetter by the moment, "Let's go!" I yelled at him, the longer he stood there, the sexier he became.

"Okay, okay." He swung a long leg carefully over the bike so he won't kick me in the face and mounted his bike. Before he could say, I already wound my arms around his torso, god he was so warm, muscly, soft and his smell... I could die right now and I won't mind.

He laughed and roared the engine to life, soon we were speeding down the road, I honestly couldn't care less where he takes me, as long as he's there.

The wind whipped my body and it was so cold, even though I was wearing a coat already, what about him? He must have been freezing. "Don't go far!" I yelled through the wind, "You'll freeze!"

His answer came by laughing, "I told you to not worry!"

I rolled my eyes, boys and their pride. It wasn't so hard, just stopped and chill someplace near so he won't freeze. What was the big deal?

Even though it was freezing, it was still so warm. He was warm, his body was warm. God how I miss him.

Huh?

We stopped, red light, he looked over his shoulder. Smiling, his tattoo made him more beautiful more than anything.

Right then I know when James said he would give the moon and die for his boyfriend because right now I felt the same. Towards this stranger I just met.