The Mysterious Tale of Wisteria Griffin

Chapter TwoEveryone's Gay Except Nate

I went into my closet, looking around for something to wear. I decided to go with something that presented exactly who they were. I picked ripped black jeans that were normal on one side, and had pink pinstripes on the other side. I paired that with one black converse, one pink. A heathered gray t-shirt with the NB flag, and a black bomber jacket that had lots of pockets, completed the look.

. . .

I headed for the woods, trying to spot Bash and anyone he had wanted me to meet. Once I had, Bash saw me at the same time and waved me over. I started walking toward the group.

"Hi Girly-Pop! Okay let me introduce you to everyone," they said grinning "Okay, this is Wisteria they're slayful A.F, Wisteria, this is my boyfriend, Seth," he told me, coming up behind a boy and giving him a back hug. He had messy black hair, and chocolate colored eyes. Seth had on all black, and the lip piercing he had, combined with ripped jeans, a t-shirt with the AC/DC logo, and leather jacket he had, made him seem like he was trying to look tough, but this entire facade dissolved when I saw the Pansexual flag in the form of a patch on the arm of his jacket. Good to know he was a fellow Pancake.

"Over there is Naiomi, she's autistic, make fun of her for it and you die." Bash told her, pointing to a girl with long blonde hair, and a bubblegum pink dress that matched her head band. The girl had the most beautiful heterochromia, one eye a light amber color and the other pale green, so it seemed to shift to gray in the light. She had on a sage green jacket, and I couldn't help admiring the pretty color.

"Whoa. your eyes are so pretty!" I told her. They really were gorgeous.

"THANK YOU!" Naiomi said. The boy to her left put a hand on her shoulder and said,

"Volume." not irritably, like he was annoyed, but gently, like he was just letting her know. He looked at her in a way that suggested romantic feelings toward the pink-and-green clad girl.

"Oopsie-daisy!" she said looking down at the ground in front of her

"That guy next to Naiomi is Nate," Sebastian said, then dropped his voice to a lower octave, leaning closer to me. "And if you can't tell, he has a huge crush on Naiomi. I totally ship." he finished.

"Let's try and get them together then, I ship too!" I said in the same hushed tone. Nate was wearing acid wash, straight-leg jeans, and a black hoodie, with red converse. Very basic, but basic was good sometimes. He was probably Japanese or Chinese. Maybe Korean. He was pretty fit, but not in that football player way.

"Nate is a transfer student!" Bash commented.

"Slay! Where from?" I inquired.

"He's from Japan!" Naiomi said, this time with a more appropriate volume. Bash then pointed to another girl across the misshapen circle they all sort of formed. The girl had a bright turquoise pixie cut, dark gray eyes, and crutches.

"That's Tuesday, she has mobility issues, and is a proud lesbian. Again, make fun of her and you die, only she's going to be the one beating you to a pulp."

The girl had on a pink and black plaid skirt, with a lesbian flag pinned to the waistband, and a half pink, half yellow crop-top with a smiling sun on it. The sun did not match her expression. To top it off she had bright yellow converse, and sun-shaped earrings. Tuesday waved, then Bash continued, pointing to a girl standing next to Tuesday.

"The one by Tuesday's Ophelia, she's bisexual."

Ophelia waved with two fingers. I waved back. Ophelia had black retro glasses that framed brown eyes. She had a shaggy wolf cut that was dyed purple at the ends, the color matched the hoodie she had on, paired with black-and-white striped leggings, one leg the stripes were horizontal, the other leg they were vertical.

"Ooh! I should go get my roomie, he'll definitely want to meet you guys!" I said. I didn't think Haven had many friends, and I certainly knew what that felt like.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Nate asked.

"Sure!" I said. It was probably safer to go with someone, walking through the woods by yourself is never the best idea.

When we got to the dorm I opened the door, and called inside,

"Haven! Want to meet my new friends?" when I didn't hear a response I went in and knocked on his door.

"Haven? You in there?" I asked. No answer. I opened his door. It looked exactly like mine before I decorated it, cold, sterile, blank. It was slightly messy, with his clothes strewn about on the floor, and strangely, like, fifty rolls of duct tape on his desk.

One thing was wrong though. Haven wasn't there.

A/N 

sorry! I know this chapter is short, but I promise my next chapter will be way longer! I love all of you so much! thank you for the reads! if you liked this PLEASE tell your friends, aunts, siblings, gay uncles, parents, local Enbies, cousins, grandparents (unless they're homophobic), and resident librarian. 

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