First We Fall Then We Break (Rewriten)

Chapter Four: In Between

AN: In Between both chapters being combined for the original chapter of "We Meet Again" and "I Saw You Again."

Brandon POV

A room with two beds I live in the dorm closer to the high school. My band poster all hung up "Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes, Sublime, and Nirvana." Any classic rock band musician that I like and heard about on the radio.

Nobody knows this but Nate's is sort my brother given by a different mother who married another woman which was my mom's.

I live independently by myself in the dorm, so Matthew doesn't have to worry about me. "Brandon?" it was Miles Nelson. Greg's friend, brown mohock red curly hair dye, his skin was brown more like a tan brown.

"Oh Miles, it just you." "Yea, hey are you okay?" He was asking if I was okay with everything that been going for the last couple of weeks.

Nothing hasn't been really going but everything just seems to change. Like how Greg's still wants to get to know my brother Nate's. "Yea it just, that your buddy Greg's is asking about my friend."

I really can't handle change with everyone about relationships and how are we able to keep this friend group together. "I don't know how you really feel Brandon's."

"I mean, I know you can't handle change." "And your probably mad at Nate's. Yes I was mad at Nate's everything about how he like an imagery of the most popular guys that everybody loves so much about Greg's Wilson!"

As I lightly yell at Miles's, resulting of this was new to me. Knowing that nothing will never be the same, what happened to my mom's...are moms.

"Be upset about this, isn't going to fix with your emotions Brandon's. If you need me with anything call on my phone." Miles close the door behind him this was after I started to cry and have a breakdown.

My back turn against the side of the window that I was looking at still motionless of feeling flooding through my head it's hurting.

Greg POV

It was the end of this school hour walking through the corridors of the hall, listening to sound of pedestrians of students going out of class.

Right in the corner of my eyes I see locker boy wearing his usual black glasses, beige converse, brown line roll up pants, with a home made crochet white sweater and the same signature hairstyle and the same color glasses.

Surely this guy is pretty much clumsy dropping his stuff all over the floor. One minute he walks out the classroom there always flows of paper of work waiting to be picked up.

I walking to the boy with clutter papers in the floor. "Hey locker boy you drop this." I give back his math work which had a 95 out of 100. He still the same, looks the same as the guy that I used to meant in Bio.

"Thank you, I know it's pretty useless to pick up all my papers again." "No not really but when you think of it why can't you us your bag." "Really I didn't know that but I keep carry all my papers."

"Well maybe some day I can care your stuff to your classes." Dame it keep it together Greg's I know he looks cute wait, this guys is getting me more confused.

"No I don't really want you to do that for me I can manage." After picking up his stuff off the floor he walked to his locker which is about two away from another classroom.

"You might start packing up right away before the buses leave." I laughed at the sit of his face, his eye shot wide open when I mentioned that the buses were about to leave.

Look at this school no one can't be here cause every day like on a Tuesday there some teachers meeting. "Wait what!!" as locker boy screams in shock hurry and out his books and clutter paper of work nicely in his backpack.

Once he walked out the door to the school building is seem like it was 10 miles away run from the door. Soon or later the bus just started lining up and left, know there was nothing but an empty parking lot.

Motorcycle sounds started to hum I had my helm on for safety reasons. Usually my motorcycle has a two passenger one for driving on the road the other can just look around.

"Hey um what your name again?" seriously this guy locker boy doesn't know the Greg's the quarterback king from the football team, the head star player of the baseball team, and famous basketball player on the team.

"The Name Greg's Wilson" "Yes that was your name, I'm sorry your the guy that helped with my books and accidentally falling on top of you." "Yeah, about that I didn't actually catch your name locker boy."

"Oh yes I'm sorry about that, haha the funny thing is that my name is Nate's Cohen." he laughs at his own words saying sorry about not introducing to me which is kind of cute. I may sorta pause on saying that he is cute in my head but what could matter at this very moment.

He is in fact the person I have been looking for in whole entire life during my freshman year know look at use to different people so awkwardly talking to ourself about how life sorta working out.

"Can't believe you change so much Nate's." "Me either Greg's but could you offer me a ride home." "Yeah sure, hop on in." still in the same position, move a little towards the front so there could be some room for Nate's.

"Wait before getting on, here wear my helmet." "What about you?" "I can use my friend helmet." as I gave him my all black helmet well I wear Ella's helmet is sorta dark purple color like.

Instead of saying that I could use my girlfriend helmet saying that is a friends was my ever first lie saying that, does this guy have a girlfriend or not, is she really that interested with the guy sooner or later to be called her boyfriend.

It's not my fault that she didn't wanted a motorcycle boyfriend does she love me, probably not. Will it matter that her boyfriend riding with a guy which she probably won't see but it's maybe Nate Cohen.

The urge of him, held his hand up toward my waist for his own protection of not letting himself falling of my motorcycle. He was the one that held me which I was one that post to held him tight in my arms.

This, this was making me so confused. About my feeling towards locker boy.

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