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The beauty within her eyes

(A/N): This is a short story for my friend Gee tattooed_millionaire . Please be nice! She is a really amazing friend and I love her so much! Gee, I hope this makes you happy and that you can read this when you feel down and get some joy from it :3
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||Corey Taylor's point of view||

It was a dark rainy day. The sky was cloudy, the sun no where to be seen. I had been staring out the window for a while now. Watching the rain trickle and bounce off the side walk. I was trying to concentrate on writing some lyrics but no words were coming to mind. Every time I tried to think of something my mind would wander to this girl. This lovely, lovely girl. I haven't know her for long but every time I've been with her I feel something special spark within me. It's a weird feeling, it's foreign. Every time I'm with her it feels like I've been born again and I'm experiencing life. Everything feels new, everything feels fresh and wonderful. She's a sweet girl. Very kind and smart and extremely funny. I could talk with her for hours and hours and never get bored. She's quite like me actually. Our minds work very similarly. We could talk about the most controversial stuff and go on and on for hours. Sometimes she'll get mad at what I say, she'll shake her head at me and huff. Sometimes she doesn't agree with my opinions but that's exactly what I love about her. She's not afraid to speak her mind, she doesn't hold back. Her ideas and thoughts flow through her like water flows down stream. Her ideas are brilliant, like I mentioned she's extremely smart. She's also super creative, an amazing artist. I consider myself an artist too but my specialties are in music whereas hers are in painting and drawing. I remember one time I snuck into her bedroom and found her sketchbook, she was so mad when she found out I had looked through everything. But I don't regret it, not even a little bit. Her artwork is amazing even though she argues it's not. It really is! It's unique and it feels alive. There's just something about her, something powerful. The energy she holds, it flows through everything she does. She puts so much passion into her work and that's one thing that draws me to her. Every emotion she feels gets expressed and that's something that I can relate to. When I'm down I'll write a song. When I'm angry I'll pick up my guitar and just play. There's just something so freeing about being able to express yourself, whether that's through art or through music. When I look at her work I can feel her love, her happiness, her pain, her anger, her hurt, everything she feels I can see. Every little detail has meaning.
Every little thing about her is perfect. And we're so similar, so very similar it's almost scary.

Currently, I'm walking over to her place with a tub of ice cream, dairy free of course. I don't like this weather, not one bit and I know she probably doesn't either so I want to give her something comforting. I smile as I see her house. It's small but it has character just like her. I jump up the steps onto the patio and knock on the door excitedly. With most people I try to play it cool but I don't want to around her. I want her to know just how happy she makes me.
I wait a couple minutes, rocking on my heels gently. I knock again and look around. The rain is still pouring down and it's so cold but I didn't bring a jacket.

"Gee! It's Corey! Let me in! I'm freezing!" I call as I shiver into the thin fabric of my Star Wars tee.

I knock again and she still doesn't answer. I shake my head, her car is in the driveway so I know she's home. I look down at the rug beneath my feet and furrow my brows, I don't think she would hide a spare key there. I look over toward the plants that are sculpted into peculiar shapes. I pick one up and dig through the leaves until my hands touch something hard and cold. I pull out the silver key and smile as I set the flower pot down. I unlock the door and walk inside, shutting the door quickly. I smile and close my eyes gently as I feel the warmth of her home. My eyes open gently and I kick off my shoes leaving them on the floor beside the door frame.