Illusions From The Heart

Our Group of Mischief

This chapter is by me :D

Joel's Perspective-

7th grade.

Thinking back on it, my middle school life was pretty good. In terms of friends, that is.

7th grade was when I stopped caring about homework and everything. My parents always got on my case about it but screw school, and I always argued that I can be my own person.

This kid named Brain or something stupid joined my class and started being a huge teacher's pet. He always answered questions and it was always correct. It became a huge annoyance for me as then the teacher started paying attention to the kids sleeping during class and using him as a role model.

So I decided to take him under my wing and show him how he could just do the bare minimum and still pass.

The kid's name was Grian and he was actually a bit of a troublemaker, he just put on a good look for school. That was smarter than I ever thought, and he ended up teaching me a few things as well.

To most people's surprise, we became good friends and I brought out Grian's chaotic side. He had this tendency to press buttons even though he didn't know what it did, so it was fun to prank him. He always found a way to get back at me though.

There was one time when I was butterflying his locker, and while I was taking his textbook to prank him, someone had stopped me and told a teacher.

The kid's name was Timmy, something stupid and bland. At first, I paid no mind to him, but after I found out his older sister was the girl I had my eyes on, I slowly became nicer.

Nicer by not ignoring him and not glaring at him every second I got.

Look he had a stupid haircut, stupid name, stupid goody two-shoes act, stupid brain, even!! The only good thing about him was his sister.

Her name was Elizabeth and she was the most wonderful thing you could ever imagine. Her laugh, her smile, that glare she gives you when you say something stupid. It's all beautiful.

Then later in 9th grade, Timmy apparently had lost his friend (they moved or something like that). But he wouldn't stop whining about it and Lizzie was worried about him.

So as the good friend I am, I decided to put up with him and invited him to sit with me and Grian.

He was like a lost puppy, he needed people to follow and he would stick by their side. And me and Grian were those people for him. He grew close to Grian and they seemed to get along well.

I decided to throw away the grudge I held and tried to get to know him.

Present Day-

Tuesday is probably the worst day of the week.

Nothing interesting ever happens on Tuesday.

At least that's what I used to think.

Ever since I became close with Grian and Jimmy, things changed. We had formed a band and we practiced after school in Jimmy's home.

Our band was called The Bad Boys. We always put in effort, but not all of it.

That was our motto.

I flipped my drumsticks in my hand as I walked to Jimmy's home. I heard playing from the garage and pulled my glasses down on my nose to see Grian holding up his phone while Jimmy tuned his electric guitar.

"Sup babes." I smiled, walking in.

"Hey babe." Jimmy smiled, high fiving me.

Grian rolled his eyes and perched his sunglasses on top of his head.

"Anyway, are you two doofuses ready to practice?" Grian asked, standing up.

"You know it." I winked and Grian rolled his eyes.

"See, this is why people think you're gay." Grian flicked my forehead.

"Me? Never." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah that's my thing." Jimmy joked and I laughed.

"You still fawning over that Scott kid?" I asked and Jimmy shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

"I actually invited him to our next practice." Jimmy said.

"Why?" Grian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jimmy blushed, "I- I just wanted to show him what I could do."

I chuckled and Jimmy shot me a glare.

I stuck out my tongue and Grian laughed.

"Alright come on, let's get started."