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Chapter 2: X-Kid

'You were searching your soul,

and you got lost and out of control.You went over the edge of joking,

died of a broken heart.'

I cheered for Zach after he had finished playing his guitar. I was just as much in love with Zach as he was with music. He can also play the piano and trumpet and sometimes I tease him and call him the piano man, which was one of the first songs I had gotten to hear him play on the piano. I know that X-Kid is one of Green Day's songs that's written about depression but Zach is the opposite of depressed, he's the more optimistic half of our relationship. Did I not mention we were dating?

We've been together ever since he was in grade 8 and I was in grade 7, I walked into my class after basketball practice during lunch recess and I knew that there had been band practice at lunch recess so hopefully I wouldn't be locked out. When I did walk into my classroom I heard Zach playing the piano, my friends had told me that Zach was an amazing musician but he was really good, especially for only being in grade 8. I couldn't quite grasp what song it was but as I was walking closer and closer to where Zach was playing at the back of the room I knew that it was Billy Joel's Piano Man. I loved this song and couldn't help but sing, it wasn't as embarrassing since my friend joined in as well, I mean I didn't have a terrible singing voice but I was certainly no Beyonce. When Zach had finished playing it felt awkwardly silent as if he always played the piano in our class (which he practically did.)

After that one recess I couldn't wait for the next one. I came back from basketball extra early everyday just to hear him play. We had eventually become friends because I couldn't just listen to him playing the piano and not talk to him afterwards.

He had seemed like a pretty chill, nice guy which were basically the only things we noticed about boys in middle school and if they were tall and cute, or not. And boy, was he cute! I ususally didn't throw myself at any boys back then (or even now) but he was my exception. He even had those freckles that you could only see once you were really up close across the bridge of his nose, this made him look extra adorable when he crinkled up his nose while he was concentrating. He had sandy blonde hair but with natural brown highlights and he had really nice eyes. His eyes were an icy blue, but they looked friendly and welcoming. Zach didn't smile all that much, he usually had a serious look on his face. But, when he did smile he could light up the room like nobody else (One Direction does not lie,) it made me feel even better when I made him smile.

We never had the chance to actually talk (this didn't include talking about the different types of music we liked) so when he asked me to come over to his house after school, I mentally and physically freaked out.

I couldn't wait until the end of school that day. It was raining outside but not too heavily. On the walk over to his house, we mostly talked about music, it was an easy and comfortable topic to talk about and actually really enjoyed talking to him. About halfway to his house the rain literally started coming down in sheets, so we had to run the rest of the way. Of course, I didn't mind at all since Zach held his coat over our heads and his arm kept brushing my shoulder.

Personally, I don't even think he really noticed or even cared. But for me, electricity was practically shooting through my body making me tingle. Then again, it could've been from the cold rain giving me hypothermia.

We'd eventually made it to Zach's house, which had just happened to be deserted, which means we were home alone. (😏) I look up at the clock and see that it's almost 4.

"Zach, how did we take almost one and a half hours to walk to your house?" I ask shakily since I'm freezing from my wet clothes.

"Awe, do you want some dry clothes?" He asks sheepishly. He's being so cute about it that it's hard not to blush.

"Y-yeah sure, that'd be uh uh nice." I smile, I'm not stuttering because of the cold, although I'm fricking freezing. I'm stuttering because when Zach looks at me like that it makes me nervous as fuck! God, anything he does makes me nervous, what's wrong with me?

Of course, that's not why Zach thinks I'm stuttering.

"Oh no, aw you're so cold you're stuttering." He comfortingly rubs my back in attempt of warming me up, and trust me it's definitely warming up my cheeks, I think as I can feel myself begin to blush. A comfortable silence falls over us as I admire his physique up close, for once. "Oh shit, right those clothes." He remembers, blushing.

Awe! It's way too adorable when he blushes.

He doesn't move his arms from around my shoulders the whole time as we're walking up to his room. Omigosh. I'm going up to my crush's room! He actually invited ME over to his house, I didn't have to invite myself over, this time! I can't believe this is happening!
   As Zach's guiding me up the stairs to his bedroom I'm planning out what I could say to him that won't sound; suspicious, weird or stupid. Unless I say something stupid, he thinks it's cute and then laughs. Because honestly, god, he has the most amazing laugh ever. If you say something stupid it'll sound stupid. He won't like it. Because it's stupid like you. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID! No one's ever going to like you. Who would anyway? Even stupid piano boy. But you're stupider. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

That was the first day that I'd discovered the voices. It was also the day Zach and I starting dating. And he wasn't just dating me out of pity, he held my hand through my panic attack that day and continues to hold it this day and honestly, that's way more than I could ever ask for. Nothing and nobody could've or can be more perfect to me than him. And I thank the Lord everyday.

But of course, you have to savour these good moments for as long as you can, because you never know when a shit-zo-phrenia* attack is ever going to sneak up on you and how severe it may be. You always have to be prepared and man, do I hate being prepared because I never am anyways. I mean, how could you be?

A/N and Explanation:
*Shit-zo-phrenia is just a nickname to represent how extremely shitty Schizophrenia really is.
This is not my name for it, I did not create it neither came up with the name. This was my friend's name for it and do not know if this was another author or person's idea.

So, woo to the hoo. Finished, updated and published chapter 2 (finally) *internal groan for how long it took me to update* Any who, sorry for not updating because I've  been so busy with end of year stuff and other stuff for the summer. And now I'm responsible for updating my four works and my friends acc as well. *ughhhh*

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-Tam