Disclaimer: What up bitches and hoes! Okay sorry about that. Anyway. Places, areas, and references are all used in fiction and I own nothing of that and stake that all this story is false.. I own nothing but this story.
If you aren't 18 or your state doesn't allow you do not read this story. Well it doesn't have bad things yet but you get the point. This is a gay romance story. The romance will happen soon. A few chapters to set it up.
Also I haven't written anything long in a really long time so excuse me for errors or lack of proper grammar.
~Chapter One~
In the darkness we find sleep...
"Remember when you fell of that tree over there?" Steve, my older brother, pointed over to an oak tree. "You cried so much! I thought I would have had to take you to hospital."
I did remember falling of the tree. "It was your fault you know." He just had to try to scare me by telling me some trees ate small children.
"I didn't think you were gonna freak out like that Bunny." He looked over at me and winked. I was the only person he ever nicknamed. The reason why he called me Bunny was that every noise used to freak me out.
It still happened, occasionally, but not like before.
"But all the candy I got afterward was pretty sweet." He tried to make up for it with sugar. Lots and lots of sugar. Mom and dad didn't like a hyperactive seven year old though.
"Three months allowance went down your throat that week." He smiled. Didn't really see a lot of those recently. He was always busy trying to run the family business. Not a lot of twenty-five year olds ran a construction company.
"Yeah..." I looked at the trees and the people pass by. It was about eight years, give or take, since I was back. I always loved California. But it was a reminder of something I would never have again. "Good to see nothing really has changed." It was the same town as it was back then.
"Well just this area. Go closer to LA and prepare to be shocked baby brother. Not that I will let you go down there any time soon." We pulled into a familiar looking neighborhood. Our neighborhood. We road up into the drive way before he turned off the car. "Welcome home baby brother."
Home. The one home I haven't seen in almost a decade. "Good to be back." Lie. Well partly. I'm glad I was back. But the reasons behind it. No.
The house was two storey's tall. Four bedrooms, three and a half baths, a large backyard with a pool, and a white picket fence around it. The American dream for lots of people but it became something else. I shook my head.
"Your room is my old room. More room and your own bathroom." We took my things to his old room., my new room. He couldn't take me out to go get a new bed, so I was stuck with his old bed for the time being.
He had to go to work soon. He had the time to pick me up from the airport and help me get reacquainted with the house, but he had to go back to work.
"Grandma is doing well by the way." Steve handed me a pillow with a blanket on top. "We can see her tomorrow. Might not be awake though but they finished transferring her before you landed."
That was good. Was worried about her transfer. Her body couldn't take much more and moving her took a toll on her body. The moving was going to take a toll but she wanted to die in her town. The town where her daughter and her own husband rested.
"That's good. I was worried." I look down at the hardwood floor. The same one from years ago. It was hard knowing she was dieing but she suffered so much when she was awake. She slept most of the day thanks to a cocktail of pills.
It was to numb the pain. She was ready to die. But she wanted to sleep before she left. She wanted to dream of the ones she lost. The ones she is going to leave too.
It wasn't something Steve or I wanted but it mrsny less pain. We had our memories of her being healthy and seeing her suffer wasn't something she wanted. She wanted to be pain free when she left... and if we couldn't spend much time with her to make that happen. Then so be it.
"Hey..." Steve put a hand under my chin to make me look at him.. "She loves us. She doesn't want us to see any more pain." His blue eyes shined brightly. They were darker then mine. They were the same once. He had dads black hair and build. Taller than me and had more muscle.
"I know, just sucks." I bit my lip. something caught his eye.
"So belly button, right ear top and bottom, right nipple, and tongue ring?" He raised an eyebrow. He wasn't mad.
"The tat too..." I did a half smile. So I had my rebellious phase early. Late in terms of what my doctors said. But it was 'normal' with me. Well it was 'late' for me so maybe not normal. If that made any sense.
"The flower."
"Rose."
"White?"
"Black."
"Righhhhtttttt." He rolled his eyes and tossed me a little key. "If you leave the house give me a message." He leaned over and kissed my forehead. Something he learned from dad. "I'll be back around eight. I'll bring food." He closed the door behind him.
I waited. The front door closed and I head the car door close a few seconds after. The car started. I didn't move. The car revved and slowly faded away.
I took out my cell and laid on the bed, pushing a bag to the floor. Already on my cell like any 'normal' teenager. I looked at my contacts trying to find her name. I only had six contacts so it was easy to find. Steve, Steve Work, Ashley, Grandma, Dr. Nova, and Pizza G.
I was going to have to take the last one off. But I really didn't feel like pressing delete. I had earned a place in there wall of fame, after ordering pizza every day for four months. Didn't really feel right deleting it. They gave me a free monster size pizza before I left.
Sad that it was only Steve and me eating it. But I was home-schooled. Not much in the aspect of getting friends. I already had one. Which I wasn't able to see for two years but....
I pressed dial.
"I was waiting all day you know?" Ashley said after one beep.
"Well sorry, I can't text on planes. Plus you know how Steve is. If I take out the cell he will feel robbed of the time I have with him." I stuck out my tongue. I made the little ball on my tongue spin against my teeth.
"But that was when he visited you. Now you live with him." She did have a point with that. "So...."
"So...."
"So."
"If you want to come over you can. I have some unpacking to do anyway." We haven't been able to see each other since she went to Vegas to slap some sense into me. Literally. She had to slap me a few time. Hard. Among other things. Painful things.
It hurt but I needed it.
Maybe not the marks though.
"So, what are you this month. Herbivore, carnivore or omnivore?" Her voice had a little tone in it. Not a bad one.
"Omnivore right now. You know how I love the meat." I stuck out my tongue, even if she couldn't see it.
"Yes, yes, the sausages and next month will be plant genocide. Burger and a strawberry milkshake? I haven't eaten yet."
"Make it vanilla and you have a deal."
"Got it, be there in a few." She hung up.
I tossed the phone in the air and caught it. It wasn't so bad moving back to California. Grandma was happy, Steve was happy, I was able to see Ashley again, which made her happy. But I lost a really good pizza place. They're slightly better than pizza.
Just slightly.
I shook my head. I just had to get into another routine again. Before it was school work, piano, Grandma, eat, bike, drink, and then eat with grandma. After a little chaos a routine was good.
I was going to go back to a normal school again. Which the Doc thought was a good idea. More so since I was going to be with a friend. Doc had all my classes set up for the remainder of the Junior and Senior year.
In a week, I was going to go to Washington High. New student in the middle of the year. Yay. It didn't really matter to me if I was home-schooled again, but Steve wanted me to be around more people. Which was strange considering he didn't like me talking to strangers.
Which I did a lot. Strangers were friends you haven't yet.
Or asshole you haven't flicked off yet.
I look at the bookshelf and frowned. It looked empty and I already ran out of things to put on it. Well for now at least. The rest of my things were suppose to come at the end of the week. They couldn't really fit in the airplane. A desk, box of books, a flat-screen, desktop, and my piano.
My bed would also be coming but it was probably at the dump or some other persons house. When Steve tried to take it apart he broke the headboard and slit a hole across the bed. Which I have no idea how he accomplished that with a screwdriver.
It was a comfy bed too. Made of feathers. Which meant clean up duty was fun. And long.
Someone couldn't stop playing with the feathers.
Me.
But still.
He didn't have to encourage me.
I hung up a picture of weird creepy clown, smiling with blood coming out of his mouth next to the bathroom door. I wasn't sure why I kept it. Hell the things creep me out when they aren't oozing blood. But I was masochistic that way. I was creeped out by blood anyway. Mentally.
I tilted the picture slightly to give it a slanted look. I moved it a bit more before I heard a car pull up on the driveway. I raised an eyebrow as the car beeped.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I got to the landing as the bell chimed. I opened the door and made a motion for Ashley to come in.
"Oh thank you kind sir." She walked inside inside straight towards the kitchen. It was more than eight years and she knew the house so well.
I closed the door behind me and followed the smell of burgers.
"Dad let you borrow the car?"
She put the bag on the table, after pushing old fast food bags aside. "Under the condition that I don't empty out the tank. He has work in the morning." She turned to me and gave me a hug, which I gave her a squeeze back. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. Hag." I smiled as she hit my shoulder.
"Be nice." She sniffed and rubbed her nose on a hanky. She had big rimmed glasses, curly brown hair that went past her shoulders, wearing a big shirt, and sweatpants. Not something I was used to people wear but she did. Not all the time but when she wasn't planning to go out much.
She usually wore conservative things. Things that go under the line of geek or nerd, but she found it better then showing off her boobs or have her ass falling out. She had pretty big boobs for a 'nerd'.
I ran a hand through my hair. Few strands of brown hair falling to the side. If you had to give me a label. Aside from gay. Was 'weird'. I didn't really have a style just things that made me feel good.
We both sat down next to each other. She handed me a bacon avocado burger while she had a chile cheese burger.
"So how was the ride?" She asked before she took a bite.
I took a drink. "Boring. Some guy was asking me if the piercings hurt though." I pulled the top of my ear. I had the three holes done the same day. Spur of the moment type of thing.
"Well you do like the shiny things."
"That I do." I took a bite of the burger and moaned at the taste. I could only go vegan for about a month or so before I had to have a burger. I loved the heart killing things.
"Grandma?"
"Steve said she's fine. Might go check on her tomorrow." I had to go find a store too. Had to get some school supplies with school starting soon. The upcoming week.
"I'll ask dad if I could take you."
"Thanks. I'd appreciate that." If grandma was awake she would love to see Ashley again.
"You'd never believe who I saw waiting in line."
I thought for a second. There was only five people I knew here. Two of them were busy. One was with me now. Which meant it was one of the siblings. But if it was her then she would be here too.
"A praying mantis ordering a salad?"
"No." She kicked my shoe. "Liam Mitchel Heart."
Oh. "What is.... how you called him..." I tapped my chin to add effect. "Dumbass 2.0?"
"Yes, 1.0." She took a drink of her shake. "He was being talked to death by Lady Macbitch."
Macbitch much more known as Amber, a girl I haven't met, was a theater girl who sometimes harassed Ashley. How she wasn't pretty enough, that her boobs were fake, or that rats lived inside her hair.
But Liam. Baby face Liam. Well I didn't know what he looked like now but he had a baby face before. He was a little chubby and had curly blond hair, years ago though. Light brown eyes you could stare at for days. Liam-
"Earth to Noah!" Ash waved a hand over my face.
"Yes, yes, boring the hell out of him." I shook my head and took another bite of the burger. Most of the taste was gone but it was pretty good still. My head was thinking of other things. Many things.
"So is everything set up for school?"
"Pretty much I just need to go get the supplies." A backpack, pencils, and paper. I already had a few notebooks.
"There is a store nearby you know? The old Chuck E Cheese was turned into a superstore."
After a few hours of talking, fixing up the room, and going to her house to let her change. We went to the store. It was weird not seeing the old restaurant here. Ashley, Liam, and I used to come here once a month with one of our parents. But we stopped after they found a rats nest in the basement.
"Did you get shorter or did I get taller?" I moved away as she tried to hit me. It was a sore spot for her. She didn't like being so short. She was around 5'4 and hated it with a passion.
She was the tallest girl of our grade each year in elementary school. But she told me that she peaked around six grade. After that everyone sprouted up and left her down in the ground. I was 5'11 so I basically shadowed her.
"You grew, you beanstalk." We got inside and I noticed a few things about the store. They had the same floor and the same paint from years ago. They expanded it a bit though.
"So, seeing as we're going to be in the same grade. What should I get?" Home-schooled was what I was used to. Usually the teacher gave me sheets and made me use scratch paper, occasionally my laptop. Which hopefully was arriving soon.
"You have money right?" I nodded. Steve gave me a credit card a few years back. Of course I took advantage of it a few times, but that was two years ago. Steve had my teacher give me a lesson in money management. "Then follow the Nerd Queen."
"Yes, your highness." I did a little bow, earning a smack to the head.
We walked around the store for a bit so I could get used to the areas. They really didn't change much. If you look hard enough on the floor you could see where the tables once were.
"Remember when you peed all over yourself that one time?"
"You have to be more specific." Which was sadly true. Sometimes loud noises or getting scared would lead me to accidentally relieve myself. Which thankfully I grew out of.
"Liam and you had a drinking contest. The winner was going to get to pick what you were going to get with your combined tickets."
"Ah that one...." Which was a pretty good story.
Liam and I had played all the games which gave out the most tickets. Which we both sucked horribly at. But some one had an older brother who couldn't say no. So we ended up with a thousand tickets.
We could either get a boardgame, which I cant remember the name of, or a stuffed rabbit. The rabbit was small which was a huge ripoff. But not to a seven year old kid.
Liam wanted the boardgame and I wanted the rabbit. Ashley being the smart one suggested the winner of a contest should decide what to get. Seeing as we had infinite access to soda, we choose a drinking contest.
Which ended up badly for me. I was ahead of him by one cup. One cup to many and ended up peeing all over myself.... and the floor.... and an unlucky server. I didn't pee on him but he slipped on it....
I cried so much that Liam was sweet enough to get me the rabbit. Sadly the rabbit ended up getting lost a few months after.
"So what happened to that old factory we used to hang out at?"
She looked at a packet with a crap load of rulers. "It's still there. Haven't there in a while. No one has been there last time I was there." She tossed the packet into our cart. "You will need a few of those if you got the same math teacher as me. Dr. Measurements."
The old factory closed down years ago. Something about unsafe conditions but the outside was pretty stable. Steve used to take us and his girlfriend over there. Was a pretty long way out of town but it was quiet.
Taking me to the factory, was probably the only time Steve really wanted to get away from me. He probably had some 'fun' inside that factory. If you catch my drift.
"Are you going to have PE?"
"Nope, did that back in Vegas." My teacher had me ride my bike around the school for thirty minutes, none stop. Which sucked since it was my house. And we had a very small house. Imagine a 14 year old circling a house for thirty minutes every day!
"Any extra curricular classes?" She picked up a bottle of white out and sniffed it a little before putting it back. Guess she was checking if I could get high off them again. I only did it once to see how it would feel.
Sucked.
Drinking was better.
"Doc signed me up for Theater." I fixed a few bottles of glue. I had this tendency to tidy things up subconsciously. Sometimes I notice when I do it. "So I can have a chance to explore 'different' perspectives."
She tossed in two packs of lead pencils and a can of pens. Why the hell would I need so many pens? "The pens are for the teachers who want you to write everything. And I do mean everything. In ink. You get an F if you don't. But really. Theater?"
I nodded.
"Dang. I wanted you to join me in the Debate class."
"So I can argue with a guy then end up having crazy monkey sex in the janitors closet? Since I can tell you Ash I don't plan on doing that again." There was this one time, when I ended up arguing with a Starbucks guy...
"Eww no. But it would be fun to have someone see things a little bit more my way." She turned over to me. crossed her arms under her chest. I don't think she realizes how that makes her boobs look bigger. "Macbitch is in that class."
I made my mouth go into a O.
"She will probably get you to compliment her great 'acting'." She actually did the air quotes. Then resumed making her boobs bigger. "So try not to over shadow her?"
I acted shocked and put a hand on my chest. "Doth think I would do such thing?" I turned to the side with a frown. Lower lip sticking out and eyes closed.
"Doth think your an idiot." She rolled her eyes. "Well if you do over shadow, her let me watch." She got my hand and pulled me over to backpack section. "Are you going to 'style' your backpack or are you going to have it normal?"
I grinned. "Explain. Style?"
We left the store thirty minutes after explaining the many ways I could 'style' my backpack. The main one being stitching different kind of fabrics on. The main one she did not want me to do was stick on pictures of guys all over it. Which was the current form of one of my pillows.
Hey, at least I can say I sleep with sexy guys every night. All night. Not to mention there's always a hot guy on my bed. Relatively speaking.
After helping me 'style' my backpack. Rainbows. Peace signs, and miniature burgers. Ashley promised to be back tomorrow. I only had to be alone for about thirty minutes before Steve brought home pizza. Did I mention how much I loved pizza? My bad.
He was pleasantly surprised that the kitchen and bathroom were clean. I was glad to say I was the sole reason why it was clean. Well.... kinda. I didn't tell him that Ashley was the one who made me clean them.
She really had a way of debating over things.
Not to mention a real knack of wielding an oversized purse as a weapon.
The next couple of days went by in a flash. Grandma wasn't awake yet so visiting didn't work out the way I wanted it to but I was able to see her. That was a plus not to mentionm I was able to see a few places that I haven't seen in a really long time.
One of them being my old elementary school. Which sadly, was closed down to another school nearby. Ashley said it was a year after I left that it shut down. The school was too small to accommodate the growing towns children.
It was a challenge getting over the gate. For Ashley that is. I was able to pull myself over but I had to go back give her a lift then jump over. Then have her land on me. I was able to pick the lock, so walked around inside for a bit.
Was really happy to know that a nice family of rats had taken domain over the cafeteria. My old class room had a few broken desks and the board still had some faded writing on it. The carpet was a little chewed up. But after a while Ashley claimed it was a little too unsanitary for people.
The next day was nice. Ashley's parents took me out to dinner. A nice little bistro that opened up two years ago. Being the foodie that she was, Ashley's mom told me of some of the best places to get Italian, American, Mexican, and Chinese food. But not pizza.
Lame.
Her mom was glad see I had upgraded into the "adorable phase". As she put it. Something about me losing the "scared little rabbit phase". But how was a 16 year old guy, about to turn 17, with piercings cute?
Her father was particularly surprised in my knowledge of alcohol. I did dabble in underage drinking. It was funny when both he and I got smacked from behind the head. Ashley hit me and his wife hit him.
Ashley wasn't particularly happy with my drinking. Those slaps she gave me before were about a quarter on my drinking binges. The quarter of it was on my piercings and tattoos. The fifty percent was... well you could take a guess there.
The other two days were of me being finally being able to set up my room the way I wanted. My furniture and piano where finally here! Unfortunately one of the jackasses dropped a box and ended up breaking my laptop.
The guy must have been having a crumby week at work since he ended up giving me five hundred bucks to not tell his boss. Pretty sweet deal on my part since it was probably worth half of that, being about four years old.
Steve persuaded me into getting a desktop. Saying if I did, he would be able to get me some drums that could be set up to it. Being the musical badass that I was. How could I say no?
Okay, so I wasn't a badass.
In my imagination I was a badass magician who had a flying horse called Sleipneir, who had endless sex with a guy named Liam, I had magical powers to make monsters bend to my will. And all sorts of crazy shit.
Anyway.
My room was set up nicely. I had everything ready for school and Steve was trying to learn how to cook. It was going pretty well for two people who couldn't be around knives. He made some bomb ass smashed potatoes.
My alarm chimed and a few seconds later there was a knock at my door. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty! Its time for school." I gave out a little growl and shut off the alarm. I didn't like waking up early. I was more of the type to sleep till noon. I pushed off the blankets and realized I was naked.
I looked around my bed until I found my clothes tossed to the side. I was those type of people who undressed themselves sometimes if it got too hot, while sleeping. It wasn't so bad, unless I was sleeping at someone else's house.
I walked on over to the bathroom to take a quick shower. One time I slept over at some guy's house, I hooked up with him, and I ended up exposing myself to his older brother. Which led to a quicky in the shower.
I did end up dating him for a while. I went up to my dresser and took out my glasses case. I was suppose to wear them full time but sometimes they got to be a pain. Which was the reason why I got contacts.
I brushed my teeth and started combing my hair. I was going to have to cut it soon. Was getting to be a little too long. Maybe there was a good place nearby to get a haircut. An inspiring hair stylist used to live next door who loved cutting my hair. And baking me cookies.
I put on some jeans and a shirt with a shooting star on it. It was a shirt I got on an impulse. Which is funny, mostly everything I used to do was on impulses.
As I came stairs I smelled eggs. Burnt eggs. "What did you do?" I put my backpack on the table and started waving a newspaper. "Set it on high or something?"
"When I went to get you, I forgot to turn it off." He was covering his nose as he was rinsing off the pan. He looked over to me. Eyes going up and down more than once. "Nice."
"Thanks." I stuck my tongue at him and grabbed a muffin of the counter. Ashley's mom dropped off the muffins yesterday. Homemade blueberry muffins. "I don't really like eggs you know? Thanks though."
"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to make you something." He tossed some napkins into the garbage can. "Tried to make you egg salad to but kinda fucked that up"
"For lunch?" He nodded. "They do have cafeteria's in those things called school you know."
He chuckled. "So can I make my favorite baby brother my famous triple decker peanut butter and banana sandwich?"
"If you must. But I have to go soon you know." I looked over at the clock. It was six thirty, way to fucking early, I had to get in a little bit early to get my schedule.
"I'll be more than happy to drop you off." He said as he added another layer of jelly to the sandwich he was making.
"Yes, but I do need but I have to get used to going and getting from school." I was going to take my bike to school. It was about five minutes if it wasn't crowded, ten if it was.
"Yeah, yeah." He wrapped up the sandwich in a paper towel and put it into a small lunch box. You know the ones that keep everything cool. "Text me as soon as you get there and as soon as you get out. Also when you get home."
He handed me the box. "Oh don't want me to text you at lunch? In between classes?" I put the box inside my backpack and put it on. It was one of those backpacks that goes to the side.
"Haha. I would say yes, if you were serious. Now go before I throw you in my car."
"Yes sir." I waved to him as I threw the wrapper away. Pretty good muffin.
"Have a good day."
"You too."
It took ten minutes to get to school, on my bike. Some asshole decided to stop in the middle of the fucking road making the intersection freeze for a while. Washington High was a pretty basic looking High school. Brown. Looked like prison. Had a few people monitoring the entrance. The bike rack was behind the school next to the track field. There was a few people running on it. Couldn't really check them out since they were so far away.
I hooked up my bike to the guard rail and made sure the chain was actually locked. Last time some dickhead ended up stealing it. But I did temp the person by not making sure the lock was properly on. Inside the school was as the outside normal for a high school. Looked clean but you can bet your ass it was filthy as hell.
My type of place.
There wasn't anyone walking the hallway. Well class did start in an hour or so. But I had to find the main office to get my schedule. I got lost for ten minutes looking for the damned office. But thanks to a friendly teacher I was able to find it.
The main office was pretty white. There was a secretary playing some sort of game on her computer. I think it was the candy one.
"Excuse me ma'am?" I walked over.
"Oh, yes, sorry." She turned away from her computer and face me. "How can I help you."
"My name is Noah Ray Nash and I was told to come here for my schedule."
Something clicked and she nodded. "Oh yes, the principal told me you were coming. Can you come here for a second?" She got up and went to a different room. "All students need ID cards. Can you please stand over there?"
I stood where she wanted me and waited.
"Smile."
I gave a little smile.
"Awe come on sweet heart you can smile better then that."
I gave a bigger smile and heard a little click.
"See now that wasn't so bad." She went over to a machine that was making a printing noise. "Okay one sec..... Okay here to go." She handed me a laminated card.
I followed her back to her desk, where she started looking inside some vanilla colored folders. My picture wasn't bad, I think I got a little tan. Neat. In Vegas you had three options. Light, tan, or burnt. I was never tan.
"Just sign this paper and then you are ready to go." She passed me a paper and I signed it. "Okay sweetheart. You're done. If you have any problems come down anytime. Even if its just to complain about a teacher." She smiled and handed me my schedule. "Also the nurse has your prescription if you get anxious."
Of course the Nova was going to make them have my subscription. Even if I haven't used it in a while.
"Yes, ma'am. But I should be fine." She nodded as I turned to leave I bumped into someone. Someone sweaty. Tall too.
"Oh, sorry." I backed up and stared straight into a sweaty chest. I looked up and saw light brown eyes. Sweaty blond hear sticking to the forehead.
"Oh no problem. Need to be careful though. Almost hit you with the door."
"Wouldn't be the first or last time." Sad fact. I smiled. Pretty hot guy. A head taller than me. Decently build. Defined. Little hair. My gaydar was not working though. Didn't give me a reading. Weird.
He laughed and the bottom of my stomach warmed up. "Careful then."
"Yeah, sorry again." I passed by him and smelled sweat. Not bad.
I closed the door behind me as the guy started talking to the secretary.
Algebra 2 honors, Honors lit., Chemistry, Art 2, American History AP, Student Aid, and finally theater. I stuck out my tongue. Damn bastards gave me an AP class. I told them I didn't want to be in one. Dicks.
I rolled my eyes as I started walking toward the entrance. Ashley should be here soon. If not here already. I passed by a few people before I saw Ashley leaning next to a tree. Her hair was still messy, big glasses, jeans, an oversized shirt. She had the same type of backpack as me.
"So what did you get?" She walked up smiling. Her smile made her look ten times better.
"Why don't you take a look?" I handed her my schedule.
"You got Dr. Measurements, Mr. Evan, Miss Doom... Hey you got art with me! Which means we can have lunch together." She perked up. "Mr. Snooze, library aid nice, and 'Mistress'."
More then half of those names weren't really there names but supposedly they did live up to them.
She took me to my first period after a few minutes of hanging out. Dr. Measurements sure lived up to his name. He was very precise... with his measurements. Everything had to be perfect. He didn't like mistakes. He didn't make me stand up and meet the students which I like.
However.... Mr. Evan introduced to me to the students. I gave a wave and introduced myself. I thonk my precise words where...
"Hey I'm Noah Ray Nash, your new homo classmate.
... A few people laughed. So did the teacher. I got seated to this goth looking chick. She gave me a handshake when I sat down next to her. Told me she liked my 'Aura'. I liked her.
Miss Doom. It wasn't her nickname. She had it legally changed three years ago. But as her name said she liked the dangerous/interesting parts of chemistry. Instead of making me introduce myself she had me do the class experiment in front of everyone. Mixing Potassium nitrate with sugar was sweet.
Art was more interesting, since I had Ashley that class. The art teachers name was Miss Joy. She lived up to her name. She was happy and cheery. She said my backpack said how beautiful and artistic i was. She was also happy to see I had half my ear pierced. Saying the body is a canvas. She had a few tattoos herself.
She told us to sketch a drawing of what we thought we where inside. Not blood and organs but our core selves. Ashley drew a bookworm destroying Little Tokyo. She said she felt she was smart but really didn't like Little Tokyo since it was too dirty. Mine was a broken teapot. I really liked tea and I liked to fix broken things.
"So did you like her?" She asked as we left the classroom.
"She speaks on my frequency."
"Yeah, I thought so. Both of you are weird." She stopped midway to the cafeteria. "Do you have food or did you bring some?"
I patted my backpack. "Steve's special."
She smiled. She used to eat two of them at a time. "Good, since I don't like going in there."
She didn't like large groups of people. She felt like they always looked at her.
"What did you bring?"
"Sliced vegetables with a ham sandwich." I followed her to the field and we sat down next to a large oak tree. There were a few people sitting down on the field. Away from us. The 'Loner Tree'.
"Wanna go splitzes?" I took out the lunchbox.
"Sure." She already had her food out. She tore the sandwich in two.
I followed her lead and split mine. Which was hard to do, since it was so big. Never though I would say something was too big. Well think. "So my first day back in school and I think its going pretty well."
"That's good. Was worried you missed cursing someone out."
I did have a tendency to do that.
"Nah they have been pretty good." I took a bite of the ham sandwich. "I think I made a new friend today. This girl named Schala."
"That's not her real name you know?"
"Yeah I know but she told me to call her that. She seems pretty awesome. Told me of a nearby poetry club."
"Oh fun." She rolled her eyes.
"Well I'll go stag if you don't wanna come with." I finished the sandwich and realized I had nothing to drink. "Do you have a drink or something?"
"Water. You want some?" She lifted up a water bottle.
I shook my had. "Nah you know me I drink like a fish."
"That you do." I left my stuff behind as I walked over to the cafeteria. There was a soda machine right next to the door. Which had a guy in front of it.
I was waiting behind him as he smacked the machine.
"Fucking piece of shit." He gave it a kick as I crossed my arms. Amused. "Give me my fucking soda."
I eyed him from behind. Pretty tall. Not that big. Short black hair. "Did the fucking piece of shit take your money?"
He gave a little jump and turned around. "Fucking A dude. Give a guy a fucking warning." He blushed a little. Cute.
"And you need a fucking bar of soap to scrub the filth out your mouth." I walked past him and kicked the machine a certain angle. A grape soda fell out. "Did you want this?" I picked it up and offered it to him.
"How did you do that?" He took it from my hands. He had big hands. Nice.
"Sometimes, they get stuck. You kicked it from the wrong angle." I turned my back to him. "Now if you don't mind me." I put in a dollar and picked out a grape soda. I bent down and let him check out my butt, a test. Well not really, it was just a little shameless flirting.
"Thanks."
I raised my soda and gave him a wink. "Anytime." I walked passed him. If there was anyone watching I would have bet he would have tried to punch me or something.
When I reached Ashley, she started clapping. "Giving up your ass already?"
I rolled my eyes and sat down. "Nah."
"You know he's straight right? He's a bit of a player."
Of my team yeah. "That not what I'm getting. By the way did he look back at me?"
"Yeah why?"
"Gay." I opened up the soda as I took a bite of an apple slice.
"So the butt thing was just to see if he was or not?"
"Eh old habits die hard." The old me would have been grinding on his lap. "But I just felt like doing a little flirting."There was one guy for me.
"Slut."
I pushed her on the shoulder. "Ex-Slut." And damned proud of it.
"Thankfully." She got my soda and took a quick sip. "So you haven't...."
"Nope. Two years and counting." Which I was glad of. I didn't wanna be back there again. Especially the people who loved me.
"That's good."
Two years ago, I would have been proud to have been called a slut. Which was a really bad time in my life. A few things happened and I got into some really bad things. Drinking and sex being two of them. They helped dull the pain I was feeling back then. But thankfully to some awesome people I was past that. There was nothing like having people behind you. No pun intended.
"But you know the chances of him being gay are slim. Or that he might remember you."
I waved my hand at her. I didn't need to be with him. I just wanted to see him. Sure it was years ago but it was love at first sight. A few things happened and I was pretty much fucked up. But now I was pretty damn sure I was okay.
"I know but its the last thing I need closure on."
"Falling in love at the age of five.... so sweet."
"Shut up." I blushed.
He was the little chubby kid who was alone in the corner. But once you got to know him it faded away. But I knew him before he was the loner in the corner. I was bathing with him before we could even talk. The kid who always had my back. The sweet kid who brought me sicks when I was sick.
The one who did everything to make me happy. The one I-
"Hey look." She pointed over to the cafeteria entrance. There was a group of people. There was a girl attached to the blond guy I bumped into at the office. He was next to the guy who got robbed by the machine. "That's Liam right there."
My heart skipped a bit. "Really? I fucking bumped into him this morning." I knew those eyes anywhere.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, he was half naked." I looked at him closely and my eyes zoomed in at the way the girl was holding his hand.
"Really? What a weird way to get reunited."
"Yeah." So that was Liam. My chubby guy all grown up.
American History was a giant pain in my ass. The teacher sure almost made me snooze. I really was interested in American history but they way he droned on was very.... very... very..... very... long. The guy with the soda held hostage by the machine had the same class though. It was interesting to see him blush again. I got a front seat since all the seats in the back were taken up.
Library aid time! Was pretty much organizing books. The librarian was a pretty sweet old lady. But she told me it was basically just her most of the time. Not many people read books anymore. But some did, or they just came by to use the computers.
Theater was.... interesting. It was held in the auditorium.
The teacher was an exuberant woman.
"Hello there, you must be Noah!" She had a cape around her shoulders which fluttered as she walked over to me. "I'm Mrs. Daniels but everyone calls me Mistress."
She reached out her hand and I took it. "Nice to meet you."
She got my hand and brought it up to her face. "Oh dear child. You had a great deal of pain haven't you?"
"A bit. I guess." I tried pulling my hand away but she didn't let me.
She let go of my hand and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry all your troubles fade away here." She turned around and walked up the stage. "Everyone, please be nice to Noah here."
I blushed and looked at my classmates. Schala raised her hand and motioned for me to sit next to her. Seeing as she was the only one here I knew, I went over.
For the rest of the period. 'Mistress' had us do some exercises. Amber, Macbitch, didn't seem so bad at first. Until the teacher told to be a little more into character. Then she got a little weird. Amber was a little mean to her partner afterwards.
Schala was happy that I agreed to be her partner. Since the class was odd until I got there.
Class ended smoothly and Schala invited me to come with her on Thursday to see her perform a poem.
I agreed, she was pretty nice.
I had to stay back a little in class though since 'Mistress' wanted to get a better feel of my 'Aura'. That was pretty strange but I let her have her way.
On my way I saw soda can guy talking to some kid, who was picking up stuff from the floor.
"You really should speak when someone is talking to you." Soda can guy stepped on one of the papers the other guy was trying to pick up. Sam, I think his name was, Amber's partner.
Sam ignored him, he kept trying to pick up his papers.
"You know its not polite to step on someones papers." I put myself in front of Sam, making sure I didn't step on anything. I crossed my arms to look intimidating. He was a bit taller and bigger than me but I could probably still take him.
"So your a homo too, aren't you?" He backed up a bit and blushed.
Closet case. "If the shoe fits." I looked down and Sam already picked up all of his things. "Sam, you should get home." He nodded before running away.
"It wasn't none of your business homo." He took a step forward, he tried to look more intimidating.
"I know your gay." I pushed him back a little. Gently.
He froze, his face turned pale.
"I ain't gay you f-"
I pressed a finger to his lips. "I wouldn't use that word in front of me if I was you. Now you can either leave him alone or finish that sentence and see what I do."
I backed up and crossed my arms. I felt bad for the guy but there was no need for that language. He obviously was having some serious stuff going on.
"Hey Eric!" We both looked over to the side. Liam was coming over.
Holy shit.
"You okay man?" He looked at Eric closely. "You're kinda pale man."
"Yeah, just not feeling good right now." Eric walked past me and went towards the parking lot.
Liam raised his eyebrow then looked down at me. "Something going on?"
Man I loved those eyes. "Nah I think his stomach hurts or something." I looked over to the side. I couldn't lie to him. Directly at least.
"He does eat a ton of crap." He paused for a second. "Hey! You're the guy that bumped into me right?"
I chuckled. He was still a little slow. "Yup. I was wonderin-"
"Noah!" We both looked over to the side and saw Ashley waving. "Are you going to keep me waiting forever?" She tilted her head to the side. She had a smile playing on her lips.
"Yeah." I started walking towards her before looking back. "See later... Liam."
I don't think he heard me. He had this weird look on his face.
Ashley wrapped her arm around mine and pulled me towards the bike rack. "So...."
I didn't say anything. It was a little unreal to have talked to him again. For the second time today.
"Do you think he remember-"
"Noah!!"
Before we could both turn around, I felt something hit my back and saw the floor coming fast. "Ow."
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