beautiful explosion

there was no way to be more different than someone. leo was nothing but a poor jackass. causing chaos to feel something in this mind numbing world he lived in. so full of rage and contempt for the things he had seen. and marie was this bright light, from a far off place, from far off riches. but she was not as delicate as she seemed. she knew how to put the smart ass in his place. it drove him crazy. he felt like he had met his match, and in the last place he had thought to find it. the heat and passion was there, from the moment their lips would crash together. but what always stayed was her by his side till the morning. that hot fire would turn to a warm glow. from the left of his chest, as he would tuck back her golden hair. the way she could bite back at any attempted comment he could throw. it made him feel like an equal to her. something he never thought could be true. 

“what’s this say?”

leo didn’t fit in with most people. he thought they were all idiots. call it an ego, but he thought he was so much smarter than them. too smart for anyone really. which is why he never applied himself. to put in that effort was unnecessary, because in the end, he was still better than them. it was a complicated sensation to be so much better than the world, and yet to be treated like the street trash he was. he suspected this is what caused him to act out, if the world wasn’t going to treat him how he deserved, then he would burn it down with him. or at least cause as many problems to it as it caused to him. yes, within his own eyes, leo could do no wrong. if there was anything he wanted, he would take it. if that meant by force, he would do that. not brute force, but using his mental strength. not that he was opposed to violence. on the contrary, leo did enjoy a random bar fight from time to time. just to prove he was alive. it was this over confident attitude that leo held all the time. he didn’t know how else to be. it was this confidence he held in his shoulders as he approached the blonde with a mean attitude. “just for me? it’s like you’re already after my heart here, baby,” he grinned, smug satisfaction already growing on his face. pulling his hands back, he wiggled his worn fingers, “all the time, just some recent public works projects. i’m what some might call an artist,” his smile twisting into something more mischievous, “so, pacifica, do you make a habit of making random chicks cry? or did i just catch you at the best time?”

lock never thought he was much for small towns. or cities. or anywhere. really, he thought he was best suited for living in the woods creating forest fires and scaring hikers into thinking he was a cryptid. that was all he ever really wanted for his life. but of course, everyone thought he would be doing something else. and he had to. he had people he had to take care of. even if he would never admit it, he did everything he did for his family. at least his brother and sister. they were all that really mattered to him. the only real problem with his plan other than that, was the lack of people to mess around with. leo was a fool when it came to attractive people. he was considered smooth, or at least, his little black list would imply such. he had a type. and the type was pretty and mean. the more cruel the better. which is what had caught his eye today. a hot blonde, just ripping apart some poor girl. it set his insides on fire in the best way. his grin was twisted as he watched the girl’s satisfaction. when he was called out, leo glided his way to her, “oh just one of the best shows i’ve seen since getting here.” he smiled even more, mischief glowing in his eyes. “not to mention the hottest babe in town,” he held his hand out, dried spray paint still dried on his fingers. “name’s leo,”