As a ghost in the night

Adventus

Authors note: ok, so I'm actually enjoying enjoying writing this, so if you're actually reading this, (how did you even find it?) could you maybe take the time to leave a comment? I know it's bothersome, but I'm curious what you guys think. So you want more? Should I keep writing? Anyway, I usually write close to a chapter a day, so if you're interested, it's always being updated, so idk, add to your library if you want to see more. No pressure though :} author out
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I slam the snooze button so hard I hear a crack. "Fuck, if it broke, the alarm might not go off again. I guess I'll get up," I think, before I've even opened my eyes. I stand up and inspect the damage. The screen is cracked and flickering. It won't be working at all, most likely. "I'll just head to the store after school and buy a new one. Oh wait, do I have any money?" I check my wallet. Thirteen dollars. And I won't get anymore till I start my summer job, six months from now. I guess it's enough, though, even if it means I won't be buying that cool earring I saw at the mall. Oh well, it's not like I needed it, and it was probably too punk for me anyway.
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I get into my home room and fall into my seat as usual. I hear the popular girls screaming, and the popular boys sounding... Wait, do they sound jealous? That's a first. I take out my earbuds to listen, and look up from my Phan fan fiction I was reading (it was good, so this is hard to do). In the doorway is a boy I haven't seen before. The first thing I notice about him is his dark brown, punk/emo fringe which is a lot like mine. He's wearing an adventure time backpack over a nightmare before Christmas hoody. His aesthetic and mine were very simpatico. "He's... Bloody cute! But he's probably an ass like everyone else. I mean, he is surrounded by the popular kids, so..." I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up, but he is very cute, wearing merch from all the best things... I shook my head, knowing I couldn't stay on that train of thought. He's almost assuredly straight. They all are. Even if he was, I'm not his type. He's too cool. To distract myself, I put my headphones back in and get back to my phanfic, blushing, as it's smut heavy (just like I like it).
"Wha foo isat?" I hear vaguely through my music. I take out an earbud and look up, and jump a little. He's right next to me, looking quizzical. Embarrassed, I ask "did you ask me something?"
"Yeah," he replied, " I asked what book is that?" He looks over my shoulder before I can close out of wattpad (it's smut, if he sees he'll never talk to me again!) "oh my gosh, is this a Dan and Phil fanfic?" He asks exuberantly. Blushing, I quickly stammer "um, yeah but it's nothing just something I was reading for laughs", not wanting him to know I read smutty fan fiction of two random youtubers in my spare time. "Is it any good? I haven't found very many good ones on wattpad." Wait, he likes phan, and reads phanfic? Who the hell is this kid?! I stare for longer than is socially acceptable before replying "Um, yeah, it's actually the best I've read so far. It's called Human, and it's great, you like Dan and Phil?"
"Yeah, they're my favorite youtubers! Did you hear? They just announced a tour and a book!"
"Yeah, I heard! It's such a shame the tour is UK only. For now, anyway."
"Anyway, I'm Dakota, but I go by kody, Dakota is too pretentious." I smile at him.
"I'm chase, you can call me, well, Chase. (I blush hard at how fucking stupid I sound) I hear you're new here?" Not entirely true, but I didn't want to seem like I'm stalking him.
"Yeah, I just moved here last week from New York." He says, sliding into the seat next to me.
"I'm sorry, it's so much more exciting there, there's nothing to do here."
"Nah man, it's cool. I grew up in Alabama, so to be perfectly honest, I prefer this to city life anyway. There don't seem to be very many nice, interesting people though. They're all assholes." I looked at him, mildly surprised, and he hastened to say "you excluded of course, you seem cool!"
"Oh," I breathed out, relieved and a little surprised. " likewise. But I totally agree, no offense to any friends you may have made, but everyone here is either an asshole, or too conceited."
"No offense taken, I don't like anyone else here so far. I hope you don't think I'm an asshole. I guess I can be a little conceited though..."
"No, no!" I hurry to say, " you're really cool. And I love your merch." I say quickly. Too quickly actually, and I blush and look down.
"Oh, really? "He says, plucking at his hoody distractedly. I can't see his face, but was he... Blushing? Nah, of course not. The bell rings, jarring us out of our conversation.
"Hey, um, so I just got here, and I have no idea where I'm going. What even are these room numbers? Aedesi 2? What even is that?"
"Oh, aedesi is latin for building, and I can show you to your classes. You know, if you want. Zack would take you, or literarily any girl in school." He laughs, though I'm not sure at what.
"What, did I say something?" I ask, my anxiety skyrocketing. I hope I didn't seem stupid.
"No. Well, I mean yeah, but no. It's just, you say 'literally' just like Dan Howell. Anyway, could you show me where to go? This school is like a maze." He's not wrong, my first semester, I was lost 24/7. I, however, didn't have anyone to show me around.
"Yeah man, show me your schedule," I say, seriously hoping we have similar classes. "This isn't a romance novel, we probably won't have any classes together." I think to myself.
I look and my jaw drops. While my life clearly isn't a romance novel (my past shows just how UN-romantic my life has been), it sure seems like someone wants me to become friends with this guy. Not only do we have the same home room, we have every other class together too. Every. Other. Class.
"Um... So, we kind of have perfectly identical schedules... So just follow me, I guess," I manage to say, still muddled by the impossibility of what happened. I turn to look at him and say "our first class is latin. You'll love the teacher, he's great."
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*ScreeEEEeeeEEEeee" "shit me sideways!" I curse my most favorite curse under my breath, scared once again by the unbelievably cacophonous bell. I bend down to grab my bag from the floor and see bright, blue-green eyes staring at me, crinkled at the edges. It was at this point that I remembered there was someone who was sitting close enough to me to hear me. I widen my eyes, alarmed, and wait for a reaction, unsure of what to expect. Maybe he didn't hear me? A moment later, this hope is shattered by the tinkling sound of his laughter.
"Shit me sideways? That is, without a doubt, the best concoction of words I've heard in a while. I don't even know why, it's just really fun to say and hear," he says, grinning lopsidedly at me. "So where are the bus stops? I take bus..." He rifles through his bag. " right, there it is," he says, pulling a crumpled, coffee stained, doodled upon schedule from the darkest depths of his bag. "But 137. What bus are you on?" Slightly disappointed, I say "I take 190. Here I'll take you to the bus stop, but my bus leaves early, and my bus driver is an ass, so he leaves earlier than he is supposed to."
"How's he an ass?" He asks, clearly thinking me too judgmental.
"Well, he gets mad at kids for no reason, he's generally condescending, and worst of all, the creep checks out girls asses as they walk down the aisle."
"Wow, as unfortunate as it is being separated from the one person I know so far, I'm glad I'm not on your bus. He's an ass." My bus pulls up, so I wish him luck finding his bus and bid him adieu, giving a casual wave as I walk away.
"Chase!" He calls out, slightly dramatically. I turn around, wondering if he saw something on my back or stuck to my shoe or something. He hesitates, as if planning his sentence carefully, and says "thanks for showing me around today... It was cool of you. See you around?" My heart drops. He doesn't sound very committed.
"Yeah, see you around mate,"I say jovially. I turn around and get on the bus. The moment I'm out of his sight, my face falls. "See you around?" I guess I was just convenient. Oh well, I was kind of expecting this. God knows it's not the first time. See, I've never actually had a true friend. I came pretty close sometimes though, but they always just sort of... Dumped me off after some trivial thing in their life makes them no longer need me, I guess. I kept trying to find friends, but it just kept happening. To be honest, I'm just tired of falling down the Penrose steps. I tell myself I don't really care, and I'm really not too messed up about it. I'm kind of a loner anyway, so who cares. I put my music on and try to forget about the new kid from New York. I recall my thoughts from earlier "he's probably an ass. They all are." I guess I was right. Of course, the moment I think this, I regret it. I'm being way too touchy, he just said he'd see me around, it could mean literally anything. I'll just do what I normally do, and stay out of his way and not bother him. If he wants to talk to me, he will.
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I sit down and crack my knuckles, stretching out the tendons. Feeling morose, I picked a piece which is uplifting and sad at the same time, River Flows Through You. A beautiful piece, but rather challenging. I sit straight, position my fingers over the keys, and let my emotions stream into the ivory, a uninhibited surge of soul filling the air.