Only Metal Can Save Me Now//Metal Lords •Hunter Sylvester•

A Little Goes A Long Way

Hunter and I had just sat down after our argument. "So, what do we do?" Hunter asked. I pulled out my note book and showed him what I had written the last time I was at his house.

"Okay, I guess I'll do the same." He said as he handed me the notebook back. I nodded. I watched as he got up and grabbed a random beat up notebook.

"Favorite color?" He questioned. "Blue." I told him. "You're basic." He said. "And you're demented." I fired back. "Probably." He shrugged. At least he knew, I guess.

"Favorite song?" He asked as he looked at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. This kid has a staring problem.

***

Eden and I just got done with having a stupid argument that honestly, didn't matter. Now we were working on the reason why she was here in the first place. That stupid speech assignment. I honestly don't understand why we even argued a little bit ago.

Now though, I was asking her favorite song, I couldn't help but stare at her when I did ask.

So far, I know she listens to Metallica, or has a pretty good idea of who they are, and I know she listens to Slipknot and Ozzy Osbourne. She looked at me as she thought.

"I have a favorite genre, but my favorite song right now, is Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol. It will probably be different in a day or two because there's a lot of good songs by a lot of good bands and artist, but at the moment, that's what I'm feeling." She said as she continued to stare at me and I her.

Took me a minute to actually break eye contact and write what she said word for word. "I don't have anymore questions to ask." I told her. "Well I didn't really get very far in asking you questions the other day, so now we're both at the same point." She explained.

"So what do we do?" I questioned. I watched as she sat forward and grabbed her book bag, opening it and pulling out a notebook and pen. "We go back and forth asking each other questions." Eden said, explaining a solution.

I nodded. "I'll go first...what do you want to be after you graduate?" She asked. I smiled. "Be in a righteous fucking band, Skullfucker, and get to hang out with the guys from Iron Maiden." I explained.

I watched as Eden started writing what I said down, I smile tugging on her lips. No, no, no. Fuck that.

***

"What do you wanna be after you graduate?" Hunter asked me. "Well, my parents would probably prefer me to be a nun, but I am not doing that shit. I am not being or doing anything that's got to do with religion. If anything...I'd want to be an artist, or a journalist." I admitted.

I watched as Hunter wrote it down. "You make art?" He asked me. I nodded. "I'm in art class, have been for all of high school, junior high, middle school." I told him. "Cool." He answered. I looked at him. "I think the band things cool." I admitted.

Hunter looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. "Really?" He asked. I nodded. We're Hunter and I actually getting along?

I think hells frozen over.

"What's something you wanna do but haven't done?" I questioned. "Play in the battle of the bands." Hunter replied.  I wrote it down. "Respectable."

He nodded. "What about you? What's something you want to do?" He asked. I stopped writing and looked at him. "There's a lot." I told him. That was true. There was so much shit I wanted to do but I couldn't.

"Could you like, y'know, be more specific?" He asked. I nodded. "Drive, wear combat boots, ...be my own person." I stated. "What?" He asked like he was surprised. "Yeah." I said slowly.

"Wait, so you can't drive?" He questioned. I nodded. "I'm not allowed to." "Not allowed to? Why?" He asked. "Parents. Same with the combat boots shit." I said.

"Damn. That fucking sucks." Hunter said. "Don't I know it." I sighed. "...do you have a car?" He continued as he asked more questions. "No dipshit, how can I have a car if I'm not allowed to drive?" I said.

"Oh, yeah. Well what about combat boots?" He questioned. I nodded. "I do." I had bought them awhile ago, without my parent knowledge. "You should wear them." He said.

"How am I gunna do that?" I asked him. "Change into them at school. First step at being your own person." He said. "Alrighty." I said. I'd wear them tomorrow.

"Now, as for the driving. Do you even have a license?" He asked. I don't know why he was so interested in this. "No, they won't let me." I did, basically repeating myself at this point.

"...I could teach you how to drive." He offered. I laughed at loud. "And nearly get ourselves killed? Uh, no thanks." I laughed. "I'm a good driver." He defended.

"A good driver? You almost fucking ran me over the other day, Hunter." I said. "Oh, yeah...sorry about that." He told me.

Hunter Sylvester has never apologized. "Try again." I said to him. "Try what again?" He questioned. "Apologizing." I answered.

"Oh. I'm sorry I almost fucking ran you over the other day." He said, repeating himself with the first part. I smiled. "Hate to say it, but I accept your apology.

"Okay then. But seriously. You should let me teach you how to drive. How the fuck are your parents gunna tell you that you can't do most shit that normal kids do?" He explained.

I thought for a moment. "Alright, but I swear to god." I said. "Swear to god what?" He asked me. "I don't want to die."

Hunter smiled. "Neither do I." I smiled. "Okay then." Is all I said. "Can we please be fucking done for the day?" Hunter asked. I nodded.

"I think we'll get it done the next time I come over." I said. "I hope so." He said.

I looked at my phone. It was almost 5. "I think I should go home." I told him. He looked at me. "Do you honestly want to?" He interrogated.

I looked at him. For someone I hated and for someone who hated me, he sure knew a lot about me. I mean, I know it's not a lot, but sometimes a little goes a long way.

"...No." I answered honestly. "Then don't." He said back. I nodded a little. "Alright, okay." I said, leaning back in my seat.

"Alright, okay." Hunter said, repeating the same thing I did. "What do you want to do?" He asked as leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together.

I stared at him. Do I know why? No. I thought to myself for a minute. 'Kiss you.' I thought out of fucking no where. That shit was left fucking  field. My eyes went wide and I realized I was still staring at Hunter. My eyes darted to the floor.

"So, what are we doing?" Hunter asked. I looked back at him. "Kiss." I said. His eyes went wide. "I-whoa, I did not mean it like that. Y-you know the band, Kiss? I meant that. Not that I don't want to kiss yo- just play the music alright?" I said as I fucked that whole sentence up.

Why the fuck. Why the actual fuck did I say that. What is wrong with me and what the fuck am I feeling.

Jesus, I hate to ask it, but....do I like Hunter? And if so, please fucking say sike right now