That gorgeous boy up there is Eli Goldsworthy, and if you watch Degrassi you periodically orgasm every time the camera pans over to his angsty, alternative, hotness.
He’s just about the cutest thing you’ve ever layed your eyes on. His smirk will send your knees into a quiver. It’s as if his lips are saying “you want me” without uttering a word. His lips would be correct, you want him, you want him SO, SO bad.
He’s a trouble maker. This boy doesn’t play by the rules. Whether it be spiking punch with poison, getting suspended, or getting into a brawl. He’s pure badass. It doesn’t bother you any, he looks so dang sexy with bloodrunningdown those pouty lips. You can lick it off. In fact, he’d probably encourage it.
He drives a hearse. That’s right, he drives a car that totes bodies. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind laying your bod in the back…on your back…with Eli pressed against you.
His style is unique. Imagine walking into the hall at school and seeing this stride towards you. All black, a blazer, headphones, and that perfectly side swept hair. You’d love to run your fingers through it. Maybe pull it a bit. Maybe a lot.
This long, lean son of a bitch is Nathan, the “leader” of the Misfits. I mean he’s not really the leader, he’s more like the annoying pretentious ridiculous guy that demands all the attention in the group so he usually gets it. Or as Curtis would call him, the “prick”. But it just works.
He DGAF. He will shit in your bed, call you a cunt or a midget or a melon fucker, punch you in the nose, throw a brick at your car - whatever he fucking wants - and you’ll love every second of it because it just makes him who he is, and who he is is ~amazing and glorious and beautiful~.
The beautiful bastard is immortal. He can’t die. I mean, he can but he always comes back. He’ll be with you forever and ever, amen. And who wouldn’t want that?
Did I mention that he’s Irish? No? Well, yeah. That accent. Definitely enough said.