four hearts

i cant with chapters-

C

(in his room covered in band posters and anime stuff with all his clothes and makeup scattered across the floor)

The asterix means thinking btw *

*first day of school ugh why do i have to go i just wanna sit in my room and write lyrics, i'm gonna be a famous musician anyways so why does school even matter? The only subject i actually like is physics anyways*

He gets up off his bed and walks to the small mirror in the corner of the room.

Carefully he hesitates with the eyeliner in his hand. *people will think i'm crazy eventually might as well let them know now* and he applies a thick black line to his already dark circled eyes. Realising the time he hastily pulls on his shirt with the buttons done up wrong and pulls his tie over his neck. His fingers bruised from guitar playing covered in rings and plasters.

Standing in his doorway his messy dark hair covering a portion of his face leaving only his light ocean eyes visible. *let's get this over and done with* He thinks, stepping out into the ruthless world of teenagehood.

S

(in his bedroom which is very neat and there is a map of the world that he painted on the walls and a photo of the leeds utd team )

*I don't even understand my own feelings. I love school but i'm gonna be an artist anyways so what's the point, this is different, this isn't normal, i think im scared*

He neatly puts his jumper over his shirt so as not to ruin the already perfectly done tie and combs his slightly long, messy blonde hair. *What will people say? What will they think of me?* He kicks his football to the door where he stands there, his polished shoes reflecting the morning sunlight while his blue eyes cowered in fear of the light seeping through his light eyelashes. *first day, come one we can do this just like a football match all we gotta do is not lose*

-at school in 1st class-

"Ok let me put up the seating plan," said the teacher. C glanced towards his assigned seat. *right in the corner at the back* he thought * i can write my songs in peace there*. S looked at the board and then to his seat whilst breathing a sigh of relief *at least it's in the back where i can draw without being bothered*. As they both sat down they looked at each other for a moment staring past the window of each other's deep blue eyes. "Hello class my name is miss daze and i'll be your form tutor, now to get to know each other i want you and the person sitting next to you to create a poster together, it can be about anything as long as you do it as a team",she said following a warm smile. "Um hello my name is S. uhh what's yours?", he said nervously to the boy with dark hair and eyeliner sitting next to him, for some reason he wasn't scared of him like the others were."im C", he replied before hesitantly blurting out,"you have pretty eyes". S was flattered and felt like hiding, *no one has ever said something like that to me*.all he could get out though was,"uhh.." but he was quickly cut off by C apologising,"uh i'm so stupid that was weird im sorry" . trying to change the subject S shifted to the topic of their joint project,"so what about our project where are we gonna do it and when?". C offered "we can do it at my house after school...if thats ok with you?".S could sense the worry in his new friend's voice as if he thought he'd messed things up. "That sounds great ill come to your last class so we can walk together. What do you have?". With a great feeling of relief C showed him his timetable. "Ok it's settled then i'll go to your english classroom and wait for you then we can go". The day passed quickly like a breeze in the air and before he knew it C was clicking his pen in english when the bell rang. A familiar face was doing silly poses outside the classroom whilst C's english teacher was giving out homework, this made C snicker with laughter. "What was that" C laughed as they were walking through the corridors to leave school. "I had realised that i'd never seen you smile, i wanted to make you smile" he said with a gentle voice. As they had left the gates S texted his mother that he'd do his project but that he would be back by 6. "Will your parents be ok with me coming over?" said S concernedly. "I mean both my brother and my dad are at work and my mother is at my grandmother's house so no one can tell me what to do" he replied coolly taking out his phone. S peered over at his wallpaper of two anime characters he presumed one with pink hair and the other purple with a blue streak. "You watch anime?"he tried to hide his smile but failed miserably. "Yeah i do and what? And this.." pointing at his phone he retorted,"isn't anime it's a video game". "Ok ok calm down" S smirked." so what is it about". C's face lit up like he could talk for hours about it, " its called project sekai and it's about vocaloids or virtual singers and they have different bands in it these characters are mizuki and rui and.. Oh sorry I'm talking too much aren't i?" S whispered "no keep talking, i like the way you seem so free when you talk about things you like". His eyes wandered to the sky," don't you find it weird that we don't pay attention to colour? We might as well just live in black and white". M said " there is a song in the game i was talking about. She's an artist and she cant seem to paint colours anymore. I guess it's true we don't really pay attention to the small details ". They both stared down to their hands which were now intertwined together and for just a moment they could feel as if all their worries vanished into thin air.Realising that they were now holding hands S thought to himself *oh this is just what friends do nothing weird. right?*. He gripped the other's hand tighter and felt the blood rushing to his cheeks,*ugh stupid brain. It's not like that..*. The clouds became heavy and grey,rain poured down from the sky. "Oh crap" said S holding his jacket over his art book."oh i'm sure you didn't do anything important in art it's only the first day" reassured C. "no trust me my art teacher takes things VERY seriously and to be honest so do i. Im gonna be a famous artist one day like manet or picasso". He stared, dreaming into the cloudy, grey sky. C spoke, "I'm gonna be a famous musician, I'm sure of it". S looked at C's hair which was now dripping wet and covering his eyes like curtains, he stopped and put his art book into his already filled bag and slumped it over his shoulders.He looked to his friend who was now twirling his arms around feeling the rain through his drenched shirt. "S, don't you like the rain?", C shouted back to his friend. S ran up to his friend and with heavy breaths said, "Not..as much..as...you..clearly". C pulled the backpack of S's shoulders and grabbed both his hands pulling him closer. With a wry smile he ordered, "Dance with me". S pushed the hair out of C's eyes. * i want all of time to stop and live this moment forever* S thought to himself as the two of them span around laughing. "I really like you S", C whispered. They walked towards the steps of C's house and he pulled out his keys, twisting the lock and flinging open the door."This is my prison dude, welcome".