Milo’s POV
I met Brooke the summer before freshman year. It was one of the few times she was without Kate, back before it was unheard of for Brooke to be alone. She was the only person at the park besides me, and I was transfixed instantly.
The first thing I noticed were her shoes. They were old Converse, so faded and scuffed that all trendiness was lost, but it wasn’t the shoes themselves that caught my attention; it was the way her foot was tapping.
The next thing I noticed was her headphones, which explained the toe tapping, but my eyes didn’t linger there, nor did they linger on her messy, tangled mane of dark hair or her baggy shirt that was much too big for her scrawny body.
It was her eyes that really got me.
There was no color that could describe them, nor adjective, nor fe
