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[keith's pov]

Elementary school is shit, middle school is shit, high school is shit, college is shit, getting a job is shit. Ugh, even kindergarten is shit.
People call this hellhole a safe space for education, but we all know it's not. I hate going here, but mom told me that if I skipped one more class, she'd take away my bass guitar. I really can't risk that, no matter how hard it'll be.

What makes this even worse is that I just got into this high school since I flunked out of the last one for "discipline issues". I frankly don't care though. I hated that place either way.

So, I'm pissed to say that today is officially my first day in my new highschool. I just hope to get this over with as quick as possible..

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now playing: I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

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[3rd person pov]

Keith got onto his bus and was lucky to find only a few people on it. He got into a seat in the back of the bus and focused on the lyrics of the song he was currently listening to.

The people at his old school used to call him "emo" for his looks and his music taste. At first, he kept denying it, telling the others to shut up, but he soon learned to just ignore their dumb comments. They weren't worth his time and energy. That's what his dad had told him all the time.

Keith liked his parents. They supported every choice he made and respected whatever he had to say. They were proud of him.

Keith just had one huge ass secret he didn't dare to tell anyone, not even his loving parents..

He was gay.

Over the years, Keith got used to it and to not telling anyone about it. He didn't want to make a big scene out of it, so he just didn't say anything at all.

He'd considered coming out several times, at least to his parents, but he never had the guts to actually do it. He knew he wasn't strong enough, not ready, and it made him feel terrible. He felt like his secret pulled him further and further into a dark black hole everyday.

There was no escape.

Keith couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the crush he had on Brendon Urie in middle school.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of those unnecessary thoughts.

Stupid mind.

He quickly looked around. More people seemed to have gotten on the bus. It was more crowded. Keith didn't like it. He'd always hated places with a lot of people in them.
He was just glad nobody sat next to him, at least not yet.

[keith's pov]

What the-

Who the fuck is this guy?!

I look away lost in my thoughts for two seconds, and this-

Wait.

Who does he think he is?? Those faded blue jeans, the baggy green army jacket, the grey shirt. Blue eyes, tan skin and dark brown hair-

Disgusting, definitely. I can tell he's a player by looking at him for less than fourty seconds. I mean, if this guy doesn't scream "I'M A FLIRTY ANNOYING ASSHOLE, PUNCH ME", then I seriously don't know who does.

Just,, mind your own business, Keith.

Still, I can't help but notice there's something special about this guy. I just don't understand what it is.