[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was out on the few stairs of his front porch, sitting on the second of the three. Around his neck was his black and widely spaced pinstripe scarf, briefly swaying a bit with the days chilly breeze. The guy looked rather awkward, silent as he didn't dare mutter a word. For once in his life, his exterior matched his deep interior - shy and quiet. No longer really cool and collected, oddly enough.
So why was that? Well, beside his tall, thin figure was a more petite one - a girl. She was an albino, and a very pretty one at that. Marco was indeed aware, for around her he felt like a mere stuttering fool, emotions a mix inside a boiling pot full of other feelings. For some reason, the day or so before, she wanted to be his girlfriend; not wanting to refuse (not to mention he was rather afraid to) and not wanting to see such a fine face cry or be saddened, he accepted wordlessly.
And so, he sat beside her, every once and awhile quickly glancing at her with almond eyes before they darted off.
ooc / please wait for deer to post first before doing so yourself!! thanks : )