rachel & flinn
Flinn ran out of his bedroom quickly, his feet bouncing lightly off the floor, arms pumping by the side of his body. He had just spent half an hour combing his dark chocolate brown hair to mess it up because rushed movement and wind always made his hair look better, especially since it was now extremely messy. Although, Flinn looked like a fairly nice guy and people said that he was nice but that was because he was manipulating them with his power: people will do what he wants by his persuasive influence. If he wanted to rob a bank one day, which he may even try, he would actually be able to do it. If he was able to learn to use his power on more than one person.
But he never brought himself close enough to anyone to actually be friends with anyone properly, he didn’t think having friends was a good thing at all. Flinn with friends would properly be a disaster, at least in his mind. Just because he was quite eccentric and bubbly didn’t mean he was a genuine nice guy, really he was a dick head with a bad attitude. He was sarcastic, rude, blunt, and didn’t quite care about anyone but himself. He doubted he would get better if he actually liked the person. Oh, and to top it off, he was quite flirty and made a lot of sexual jokes which to him could be a compliment if taken the right way.
He also liked to be weird, he liked to see people make fun of him, because it meant that he was getting a sort of recognition. People thought they knew him, but they didn’t, and he liked it that way. Today he decided to be irritating, sitting down in the middle of the busiest footpath and then he lied down. He didn’t get up, because it was funny when people would mutter in annoyance by having to detour around him. Some didn’t care and just walked over him, but with that he was able to look up a few girls skirts and that was just another bonus for him.