Andres Pov
Yo, My name is Andres. It's the middle of the summer, and I already feel like it's time to go to school. I hate staying home, but I also hate going to school just to get stressed out. Maybe I should get a job? I don't know... maybe I will. I have friends, but I don't think I make too much of an effort to talk to them. My bad, I know.
I've been bedrotting on my bed for a while now, but my mom has been nagging at me to go outside more often.
"Andres?! Come down stairs, it's time to eat!" My mom calls out, speak of the devil, am I right?
"Okay, just give me a moment!" I shout back. We'll, it's time to get up. I lift myself off my coffin, imprinted with a shape that looks just like me, and I go to my closet. What shall I ware today? I pick out a baggy T-shirt and black shorts. I began to walk down the stairs while listening to Spotify.
"Andres, here's your food, Mijo." Yeah, my mom speaks Spanish, very fluent, and so am I. "So, you need to get out your room more. Staying there is not good for you. I've decided that as long as you have your phone, you can go anywhere you want as long as it's not out of state. Go walk around the neighborhood! Meet some new friends! But no more laying around!" My mom scolds me.
I don't blame her, even I get annoyed at how uneventful my life can be. Well then, it's time to go open the door to the chamber of secrets. By that, I mean open the front door and stand outside until I decide whether the 100 degrees is worth it or not. Welcome to California.
I eat a filling snack, grab my skateboard, and walk off into the streets. Where I'm from, seeing a gun fight or a robbery take place is pretty casual. That's the only reason why my mom is so protective over where I'm at, but now I think it's time to get up and do something with my life.
Nice grass, fences, dogs, stray cats, and teenagers who got drunk at the local bar in which does not care about age as long as you pay. Speaking of which, I think I've got a couple of 20s on me. Better watch what I do. Otherwise, I might get my shit robbed.
It's actually nice enough out here. It's 6 a.m., so people are either coming out or just going to bed. I walk around and pass by the local bar. Maybe I should go in? No, I gotta eat sumthin first. I step into the convenience store next to the bar and look for food. I'm "confugled." Should I go for a convenient store sandwitch or chips and candy? Very hard decision indeed. Alighty chocolate and chips it is!
I grab what I want off the shelves and add I a monster drink in for good measures. Place them on the counter and pull out my wallet.
"Andres?" A familiar voice called out. I look up, and I see a pair of brown eyes staring at me. Huh. Who tf are you?
"That's me..?" I hesitantly reply.
"I thought so, I'm Lucas, from biology. Remember me?"
Oh, so that's who he is. That cool, popular kid always admired him but never had the guts to speak up. Damn he definitely had a glow up because like. WOWIEEE, he looks as fine as wine bru.
"Yeah, I remember you. How do you know me?" I ask back
"Remember when we disected a frog? You litteraly openly joked about eating its eyes like boba." He shudders."Yuck! It's impressive how you could make that type of joke." Lucas let out a faint giggle and looked at me. He's very good-looking. Dirty Blonde.
"Yeah, well, you know... Anyway, how'd you end up working here?"
"OH, my mom said I had to pay her some money because I broke my arm last year on my skateboard."
"NO WAY! Do you skate, too?"
"Hell, yeah. Helps me get my mind off things."
"Real, on god. When does your shift end?" I hopingly ask.
"Bro. I just clocked in."
Welp. I'm gonna kill myself tonight. Not really, though. Maybe.
"So then I gotta go, see you around." I tell him. As he looks up from his phone with a confused look.
"Oh, wait a second." He walks out from behind the counter and heads towards me.
"Need somthi-" BAM!
A FUCKING WACK TO THE FACE? WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?
"BRO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I shout at him.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before you call my best friend a wh*re! Your an asshole. Now get the fuck out my store!" And with that he shoves me out and flips me off as I walk backwards into the street.
My poor beautiful face! How dare that bitch! The fuck did I do? Who the he'll was he even talking about? I walk over to a bench and sit down, theres a park close by if i just go down this trail. Anyways, Holly shit that hurt. I pull out my phone hoping to use my camera to see the damage but as soon as I take it out my friend Ari calls.
"Hello?" I grunted out.
"Heyyy budddyyy! I was just at the bar and heard that some crazy dude gave in a mean punch to your face. Know what that's about?" Ari asked.
How did she know bout that? That just happened JUST NOW.
"YEAH! That kid Lucas? He fucking punched me in the face just because I supposably called his bestie a wh*re? Who even is his best friend?"
"Oh, I think her names Sammy? The pick me girl remeber?"
"Oh shhhiii, you right. I remember now. She told those wack ass jocks to steal my shoes just because I told her that sicking your ass out during a push up ain't finna get her more bitches."
"Oh, wow. Uhm. Jeez ok, so you just gonna let them walk all over you like that?"
"Oh hell no. You think im just going to brush it off just like that? No thanks, I'll figure it out, thanks Ari."
"Yeah well if you ever need to talk or just wanna hang out, call me and maybe I can introduce you to some of my friends?"
"Oh really?...Are you free right now? My mom kinda just kicked me out for the day, maybe we can hang out soon."
"Sure thing! Meet me at the shitty bar down the street, I'll be there."
I say thanks and hang up. People suck. Wasn't I just over there?
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I Hate That I love You But I Do
RomansaA teenage boy in high school tries to like as a "teenager" and go along with teenage stereotypes. The only problem form is that he's gay and lives In a pretty bad neighborhood. He's a good kid. Falls in love with someone who could probably love him...
