Alexavier didn't care much for skating, not that he cared much for anything, but he especially disliked skating. Of course this had nothing to do with the fact that, from a young age, he'd never been able to so much as move one push without losing his balance let alone fuck out all the tricks these bunch of wankers did. No, that wasn't the issue at all. Skateboarding. It seemed like a strange hobby to him all round, even before he discovered he couldn't do it for shit he'd never seen the interest in it. Oh yes, let us all push ourselves around on a plank of wood with wheels. IT'S ENDLESS FUN! It just hadn't stuck with him, which was why he was curious behind his reasons for turning up here of all places.

Four Seasons Skatepark was always heaving, that was, during the day at least. But right now the skatepark was empty, an eerie feeling crept through Alex as he surveyed the park with curious eyes. Who knew a skatepark could be creepy? Of course everything was creepy at midnight, which was exactly the time as Alex walked lazily into the skatepark, no one else walking beside him meant he was totally alone. There were trees around the skatepark, their leaves playing in the wind added a strange natural music to the background. He couldn't help but think how good a horror movie this would be, he could see it all happening in his head. Him, stood in the middle of the bowl; unwittingly being spied on by some perverted sadistic fuck and then...BANG. That fatal blow to the head, but no, the horror would stop just there, his pretty little face wouldn't suffer just one blow, they would continue to rain down on him until his blood started too pool around his head. The culprit would be covered in blood of course, from head to toe, covered in the blood of this sixteen year old boy.

So maybe Alexavier had watched far too many horror movies for his own good, and maybe it was fucking weird for him to be fantasising over his own brutal death but neither of these maybes stopping him from secretly wishing something that interesting would happen to him. Dare to dream. As if thinking that maybe it would help is twisted like dream become reality, Alex made his way over to the bowl - the biggest one of course - and slid down into the middle, secretly enjoying the short slide, getting a burst of flashback to when he and his siblings had visited a water park in the Highlands. Whoever decided to have a water park in the Scottish Highlands should have been shot at birth, never in all his life had Alex been so cold as he'd been then. Shoving the memory out his head - because he hated thinking of his family, heaven forbid he should miss them - he lowered himself to the ground.

As he lay on his back, looking up at the cloudy sky overhead Alex let his thoughts drift, though they always came back to his own little horror story. His lips twitched and he closed his eyes, as if willing someone - anyone - to jump over the edge of the bowl and attack him. No, he couldn't recall the moment he'd become this scary, not very many people went around wishing someone would bludger them to death and yet, here Alexavier was, wishing that very thing. It wasn't like he wanted to die, because he didn't, but he wouldn't mind much if his life were to end, and he'd mind even less if it were to end in such a interesting and news making way.

With that his thought instantly turned to the headlines, oh the headlines. His own, smashed in head on the eleven o'clock news, the strange cryptic clues left by his killer - because he would be killed by a serial killer - right to the live-feed interview with his grieving mother over in Oban; so upset she'd unwittingly switched to French, not realising it and having to have his father - stony faced but obviously sad - translate for her. It made his head hurt just thinking about it, he'd be famous, he'd forever be known as the kid who got his head bashed in - literally. He was grinning now, a creepy grin that was all teeth, the corners of his lips quirked slightly as the grin slowly vanished. He'd closed his eyes during his imaginings, trying to get a clearer picture in his head. It would be amazing, all of it, that was it; that was how he wanted to die.

Alex frowned lightly as he lay there on the ground, there was a new sound being carried by the wind; it sounded like whistling. His eyes snapped open, light blue iris' took a moment or two to focus in the darkness, slowly the tall edges of the bowl became disguisable from the dark sky. Alex glanced around again trying to figure out where the whistling was coming from, obviously it was nearby and was coming from someone which meant - dun dun dun - he was no longer alone. A strange mix of disappointment and anticipation welled up inside Alex as he stood and brushed himself off, not even able to see over the top of the bowl.

And then Felix came into view, he stepped back slightly not recognizing the other boy at first but eventually he realised. He didn't bothered hiding the somewhat relieved look on his face, instead lowering himself to the ground again now he knew he wasn't about to be brutally murdered. And oh, there was that disappointed feeling again. He put on hand under his head, ignoring Felix right up until he heard that single word. Interested now Alex perched himself up on his elbows and turned his head to look at Felix. He hadn't really decided what he thought of Felix, other than the fact he was gorgeous, that was a given of course.

'you scared me,' Alex replied, sarcasm practically dripping from his voice, before he looked away, acting as if he wasn't in the least bit interested in anything Felix had to say. That would hardly be a problem though

still not done. : |