Going out of the blue

Chapter 2: Old Days and the New

What you need to know about me is that my friends are ever varied and ever changing. My friend Alex Wolf is probably the wisest guy in my grade and gives me advice even if I don't need them, "When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable - J.S.", he said to me nonchalantly once in math class when the conversation topic at the moment was "love". Unsurprisingly he always says his wise words with a really knowing look. You just gotta believe him. And so whenever I have some morality problems I just go look for WiseWolf. His friend and also mine, Jo Dunks, is the complete opposite of Alex, because he is (no offense Jo) a complete idiot in a really funny way. There was this one time we had a meeting for the overnight trip to some popular urban forest where we camp and stuff and he asks the teacher, "Is there wifi there" and everyone in the room legit just stared at him and seconds later all the people in the room cracked up laughing. Everyone was in a good mood by then. His stupidity has that effect on people. Even Gaybe Begdas laughed and he never laughs! I mean if there is no service in the middle of the forest, why the hell would there be wifi? His mind intrigues me.

Another set of people I do not despise in this God-forsaken world is Lily and James. They have been dating for at least four years since the start of middle school in 6th grade. I guess some people just click like that. The reason why I like their relationship so much is that they are such bookworms and they can tell me the summary of a book so I can tell my Language Arts teacher that I actually read it. Yeah I know that's cheating, but hey reading Moby Dick is child's play anyways. And so my list of friends, I think, are measly since they really don't hang out with me or even do stuff with me. They are just there. Some even disappear. "Nothing is of permanence" someone once said and this proves to be true with my social peers. Not until I met Levi Chrisworth of course.

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"My name's Levi, Levi Chrisworth," he says gazing intently at me with those brilliant hazel eyes,"I'm new here and I'm pretty sure I'm late". My head was buzzing. It's like my brain turned off when I saw him smile. His ever so beautiful smile. And I swear that smile can make a handicapped person be able to walk again or cure a blind person from his blindness. How a blind person can see someone smile is altogether another question. So to simply to reply with his greeting I say:

"Ummm hey I'm Blue Hennessy. I'm not new here but I'm late too"

"Why were you late? And do you know where room 218 is?"

"I was held up in my locker and room 218 is right across from you" I turned and pointed at the door.

"Thanks"

"No problem"

He looks at me for a second then starts walking towards the door. Even though I did not know the guy I knew right there and then that he was very nervous. Probably at the prospect of being the new guy in school. Then I remember: I need to go to room 218! I can't believe I forgot that it was my homeroom class. And so like the idiot I was I started to follow his lead. I crossed my fingers hoping he doesn't look back because he would probably think I'm stalking him or something. And as predicted he looked back.

"Is your room this way too?" he asked

"My room is 218..."

"We have the same room! Why didn't you say so?

"I forgot don't ask me why"

"Fair enough. Lets walk together then"

He took a few steps back and strolled beside me. A grin formed in his face.

"Why are you smiling?"

He looked at me; that grin still on his face.

"Because for the first time ever, I actually made a friend this quick. I don't need to be afraid anymore"

"Don't you need like their permission to be someone's friend? You're just announcing it out of nowhere.

"Oh you don't want me to be your friend?"

I smiled.

"I didn't say that"

"Friends?"

"Friends."

We arrive at the door of room 218, but today feels different. Every time I go in this class I only felt dread and gloom and now I feel sort of elated, almost hopeful. Hopeful for what? That this brand new friend I made can actually work out being my actual friend? Just look at him. He probably will make tons of friends and I will be flushed out like always. But why do I feel this indifferent? Its like the whole goddamn world was made anew again and everything feels odd and new colors emerge from the darkness of the abyss that was once was everything around me. I am new again. Those were the old days, and these are the new.