Do you ever get those days when you can’t concentrate on anything? I’m having one of those now. I’m currently sitting in the back of maths doodling absentmindedly in my copy as my teacher drones on about finding her ex, or something. I don’t know. I’m the kind of person who gets so wrapped up in my drawings, not even a screaming teacher could rouse me from my own little dream-.. BANG! Jumping in my seat I glare up at a now red faced maths teacher. “Nice of you to join us again miss Richards” she spat. I swear losing her boyfriend has driven her crazy! “Care to tell us about what I’ve just explained?” she asked, an evil smirk curling at the corners of thin lips. Crap. “Um, you were looking for your ex?” I mumbled, feeling my porcelain cheeks heat up. The class erupted into fits of laughter. Looking up I glared around the room piercing everyone with my ice white eyes, silencing them immediately. Idiots. By now, Ms.Dale had returned to the board, meeting her eyes I shrugged and went back to my drawing while she turned around and continued to fine all her past boyfriends. Only now I stopped at take a proper look at it. A shiver ran down my spine as I took it all in. it was a drawing of a teenage boy, with piercing green, almost empty eyes which stared at me no matter how I positioned the page. All of my drawing was done in black, with only his eyes and the delicate droplets of blood running down his wrists creating an intense but minute splash of colour. I don’t know why I drew the suicidal boy with the green eyes, but it affected me deeply. Was there a subconscious reason behind my drawing or was it just something I saw on TV? Either way I didn’t like it.
The rest of the week passed in a blur without any more disturbing drawings. As Saturday rolled around I got ready to go to town and see my friends. Pulling on my cherished band t-shirt and my well-worn skinny jeans I went to await the bus. As the smelly old bus shuddered to a halt I heard the frantic shouting from behind the bus shelter wall. “Hold the bus! Please hold the bus!” the male voice shouted. I stood in the doorway of the rickety old vehicle waiting for the faceless voice to join me. “Excuse me miss” a gruff voice said from behind me. I wheeled around to see the unimpressed face of the bus driver. He was middle aged and balding, with uninterested eyes and a large auburn horseshoe moustache. “You’re holding up the show here” he grumbled. “Yeah, just one sec, there’s a guy coming” Just as if finished my sentence the guy hopped on, nearly running into me in the process. His face was red and he as breathing heavily as he apologised and got his ticket. I had taken my seat halfway down the bus and had plugged in my earphones, relaxing as my head was flooded with guitars, drums and angry shouting men. As the bus began trundling down the road I was disturbed by something tapping on my shoulder. Pulling out my earphones I looked up, I was met by the still red face of bus guy. “Um, can I help you?” I asked. “There’s no other seats, do you mind?” he asked. His voice was deeper than I would have thought for a guy like him. He was tall, maybe six foot two, but skinny with longish brown hair that repeatedly fell in his eyes despite his continuous flicking. He was wearing a button down shirt and plain blue jeans, but what struck me the most was his emerald green eyes staring back at me. Shivers ran down my spine as images of my sketch flooded through my mind. “Y-yeah, sure” was all I could manage to get out. As he sat, he beamed at me, but his smile wasn’t an ‘I’m doing this just to be polite’ smile it was more like a ‘you simple act of kindness made my day’ smile. That one small, little grin kick-started something in my head. I don’t know what, but I was sure I’d find out. “Sooo...” I mumbled, unsure of what to say. “Where you headed?” he turned to look at me “Nowhere in particular really, just going to the park” he muttered, “I like the trees there, its peaceful” Trees. Like the one in my drawing? Slightly panicked I blurted out “you seem pretty cool; why not spend the day with me? We can go get milkshake, I know where to get the best in town” I mentally slapped myself when I saw his face. It was like pure surprise, but there was something else in his eyes. That something frightened me, even though I didn’t know what it was. “Uh sure” was the answer I got. “I don’t really have anything better to do” “Awesome” I smiled, holding out my hand for him to shake. “I’m Danni” he took my hand in his and shook it. “Austin.”
When the bus stopped we both got off. “Right!” I beamed, rubbing my hands together. “Onwards to Shake Out!” I linked my arm through his, ignoring his surprised looks and led the way to the best ‘shake shop id ever been to. When we entered the shop we were greeted by one of the women behind the counter. “Two of my usual today molly!” I chirped. Moments later two large Terries chocolate orange and Oreo milkshakes were placed in front of us. As I paid I handed Austin his. Taking mine I took a long slurp, loving the taste of liquid chocolate orange. “Go on, try it!” I enthused. Austin hesitantly lifted the straw to his lips and took a sip. His eyes went wide as he swallowed. Smiling at me he took another large gulp. “This. Is. Amazing!” he said emphasizing every word. “Told you” I smirked. We linked arms once more and strolled around the park, easily talking as if we’d been friends for years. As the weeks passed we became closer and closer. We attended different schools but would talk all night long afterwards, on weekends we were inseparable. Our friends called us ‘chalk and cheese’ because of how different we were. I being a punk princess and he being Einstein’s protégé, yet we never fought. We accepted our differences and concentrated on each other’s good points.
Every Friday after school I go to his house because he tutors me in maths. I hate maths, but I’m not failing anymore thanks to him and today’s lesson was no exception. “Argh!” I grumbled and flopped onto the table. “I can’t do this!” but Austin had gone quiet. I looked up to see him glaring at the table, brows furrowed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Austin, are you okay?” I asked sitting up. “I have to tell you something…” he trailed off. I turned to face him. “Austin, you know you can tell me anything” he looked down at me, “remember the day we first met? I’ve been wanting to thank you for that” I nodded, unsure what was happening. “Well that day I was actually going to the park for a reason, I was going to... to commit suicide” I could see the tears starting to form in his beautiful eyes. “I couldn’t take being alone anymore, so I was going to end it all. But those little acts of kindness you showed me. How you actually invited me somewhere and wanted to be my friend despite my flaws saved me. Gave me hope.” He broke down. Head in hands he sobbed. I rushed to his side and hugged him tight. “It’s okay” I cooed rubbing his back. “It’s all okay; I’ll always be your friend. Always.” Sitting myself on his lap I pulled out my copy with the sketch in it. “I drew this a week before I met you” I said, my voice full of emotion. “I had no idea what it meant, but it frightened me, the same thing happened when I met you. So I through caution to the wind and invited you out and now I’d be lost without you.” I smiled, remembering our first day together. We sat there in silence like that for a while. Safe in each other’s arms, completely happy and full of life
***thank you for reading! <3 please feel free to tell me wha you think and if i should expand on it and make it a full book!**
