[[You and Arlan are both 22 by the way]]

You first met Arlan at the 'Ghost' concert when you went to Sweden. Then, you found out he also lives in Oregon. Which was delightful, to say the least, because damn. He's HOT.

you went to another Ghost concert soon after, this time in New York. You guys were next to eachother. He, in a very normal way, smelled quite good, less odorous than the guys you had in your town.

After the concert, you and Arlan went to a place to grab dinner, since it was almost 7 in the evening and you're both very hungry. You got your food, a burger, and he got his. You guys sat down, and he sighed.

Both of you were in outfits that really... stood out from everyone else. Arlan had black jeans, lots of chains, and you had loosed cargo pants with also some chains and charms. And of course, you both had Ghost shirts on.

"When did you get into Ghost first?"

Arlan asked, taking a quick sip of the beer he got and a bite of the hamburger. The store was quite full, so he talked slightly quietly so nobody could hear him.

He looked so good. His spider bite piercings, his black hair, his light eyes... everything on him looked so perfect.