Chapter 1

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{Jordan's P.O.V.}

I'm currently sitting by the guard's house near the gate waiting for Johnnie. The two, Jeydon and Kyle already went to different houses to do their tutoring. Jeydon's tutoring two elementary student and Kyle's one high school. I salute those two. Me I can't do that! I'll flunk all of my subjects if I do that.

Later on, I saw Johnnie walking to me. I stood and thanked the guard. "Hey!" He said to me. And we started to walk to our home.

"How's the day?" I started the convo. Johnnoe likely not the one to start it and I'm the opposite.

"Same old same old." He said. "mine sucks, the teacher in history hated my hair." I said remembering the face of the teacher. He looked at me. Then chuckled. "Let me know that teacher some other time."

"NOW I SEE THAT JOHNNIE SMILE!" I cheered. He rolled his eyes and smiled.

{Johnnie's P.O.V}

I rolled my eyes and smiled. When he asked how my school is. I said same old same old. Dylan, the captain of the basketball team locked me in the Janitor's room again, hit me with his ball on my head again. Harlem, his girlfriend, cut some of my hair, again. But she always manage to make it look normal again. They don't want to leave any evidence of their little hobby.

"You wanna stop by the music bar?" He said. "Yeah" I answered. Jordan is the most successful in music of us 7. He has his gig every friday and satuday night. And casually, we stop by to pass time.

We went inside and Jordan quickly grabbed two guitars on the rack and gave one to me. He was the one who teached me to play it but I'll never be as good as him.

{Jordan's P.O.V.}

Johnnie began to strum some chords and whisper some lyrics. If only he had more confidence. I wish we could sing here on this stage, together someday.

***

When we arrived home, Johnnie quickly went to his and Alex's room like he does everyday. I was wondering if we could ever separate those two apart. But of course we won't. She needs him. He needs her.

I hugged Shannon as a greeting. "Hey" she said. "What's for dinner?" I asked. "Vegies" Shannon replied. Part of this household is vegan. Shannon just learned to answer 'veggies' to this. But I don't know I still have the urge to ask that question. I pulled back.

"Hahahahahaha!" We heard Alex's laugh fron the room. A smile curved on my lip. "What time is Bry coming home?"

"Around 8. How about the smarties?"

"An hour before that."

Days pass like this like this. Shannon asked me about school and Johnnie and the two.

{Johnnie's P.O.V.}

I went in the room and saw Alex on her bed, as always. "Hey Al. How are you?" I said siting next to her. "I'm fine" she smiled. I put my hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Normal. "You?" "Same old same old" I said.

She just looked at me as if waiting for more answer. This girl knows me well. I kinda hate it sometimes. Whatever. "I brought this to the room where Dylan and Harlem locked me in" I smiled showing her the old PSP I got when we were like 3. "Wait here." She said stuggling to stand up. I helped her of course. Then she went out of the room.

When she went in, she quickly hit me on the right side of my head. "Ow! What was that for?!" She then put a bag of ice on the part where she hit me. She always does that. Hit me randomly, then she'll know where Dylan hit me. I smiled and she returned to her bed. "Joe, you should really tell this to someone rather than me." She said. I can't. I shouldn't. And I won't.

I shook my head  and smiled.smiled. "This is nothing serious." "Joe. You know it's not. They hit you. They hurt you. The--" I cut her by making her go back to lying down. "It's nothing." I smiled and kissed her forehead.

She just looked at me with full of concern. "By the way look what I got!" I showed her my Math paper with a B-. She smiled. For me, that's already high! "And this!" I showed her a video of Dylan pulling Harlem to the ground. She can't even resist. XD blame her 5 inch heels. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Al's laugh are music to my ears. I love it. I wish I can make her laugh everyday like this.

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