-Rons POV-
We had a bad storm last night. Nobody was on the streets besides the lose branches.I hate storms.
They bring everyone in a bad mood, and when my dad's in a bad mood, it ends badly.
I woke up with a bad headache, an aching chest, and bloody knuckles.
Last night was a blur and id rather it stay that way. So when i went down stairs i ignored my mom's worries. I don't want to relive it again. After a minute my mom gave up, wrapped me into a hug, and whispered, "Get dressed now sweetheart."
The feeling of my mom's warm embrace ended too soon. But i listened and got changed.
I brush my teeth, style my hair, and then go to my room and sulk in pain. I know I'll have a nasty bruise on my chest soon, if not already. I didn't dare check when i changed.
Im looking at the ceiling, day dreaming of finally putting my dad in his place, when i hear a ruckus at the front gate. Its not the normal clanking and then silence, its the clanking and chattering? Did someone find something good?
I pull myself off my bed, walking to the window. I lean into it as i see the townspeople gather around the gate. I don't see much, Aaron and Eric are back so maybe some new people?
I analyze the gate waiting for new comers, and i as predicted, a large, dirty, wild group walked in.
I watch intently. The first person to walk in has a long messy beard and looks like the leader. Behind him is a black skinned woman, glaring at the judgy townspeople. A short brunette lady and a tall asian walks in holding hands, and follows in is some rabid man holding a dead possum he killed.
Im watching them all, the others mostly hidden so i couldn't see them all too well. They listen to Deanna talk, i notice this short boy, he has brunette hair that almost touches his shoulders and this sheriff hat. He looks my age, staring at the floor avoiding all the stares, which includes me. I want to see his face, like really badly. Theres no kids my age besides Enid and Mikey, which i like them but they don't enjoy the same things as me. Enid goes over the wall all day everyday, Mikey likes video games, and well, girls. He likes girls a lot, it's his main conversation topic, which sucks because it gets boring.
I keep watching hoping to see his face, wait, is that a he?
He- or well, they are wearing very masculine clothing but the hair is so long and silky i cant tell..
I haven't blinked in a concerning amount of time until the, confirmed boy, looks up at me.
My stomach flips.
Why is he so pretty.
I want to be his friend.
His eyes are so brightly blue i can seem them so clearly from here..
Who is this boy?
Around the group of wild animals is this well maintained boy, that causes my cheeks to burn.
Thats why talking to Mikey is so hard.
I don't like girls..
I know it's wrong, but i cant make myself attracted to the opposite gender. Even before this all started. I would watch the jocks go to their lockers with red over my cheeks. While my friends watched the cheerleaders, i watched the boys. I can't admit this to anyone, not even myself. Im not gay.. i just admire their, bodies..? I haven't found the right girl of course.
My dad would be sick.
Im pulled from my train of thought by my mom, "Hi honey! I see you saw the new arrivals!" Shes cheerful, she sounds happy but looks the complete opposite. A forced smile and tear stained eyes.
I watch as the boy my age is still looking at me, making me nervous and pull away from the window.
"Yeah, i did." I respond coldly, not looking at my mother until the red cheeks disappear.
When i meet her face, shes worried. She knows i wont say anything so she ignores the cold remark and continue, "I saw a boy your age! Maybe you guys can be friends."
I nod, "Maybe." Im a little less colder, she doesn't deserve my attitude.
"Well, I'll be back ok? I need to get some stuff from the pantry!" She turns around, walking off.
I turn back to my window, the group gone and the townspeople leaving.
I sigh.
_________________Im sitting on my bed, strumming the guitar Aaron found me on a run. I didn't play, but with nothing else to do i decided to start.
I hear a knock against my door and lift my head up to see Enid and Mikey.
"Hey! Sorry to interrupt but did you see the new group?" Mikey came flying into my bed, i wince at the sudden movement, but keep my composure."I did, i saw a kid our age too, at least i think." I respond quietly, im so tired.
Enid notices but says nothing.
"I saw him too!! We may have a 4th in our group bro." Mikey responds to me in a grin.
I smile, the thought is nice, a new addition, new plans, and a new experience.
"Bro you good?" Mikey finally notices my body language.
"Yeah dont worry, just insanely tired today. Got 0 sleep last night," i slap my hand on his knee and get up to stretch.Shocking the stretch really refreshed me.
I groan with my hands above my head and relax my body.
"Bro. Best stretch of my life."
Enid and Mikey stare and then burst out laughing, "Ron, What was that??" Enid asks in tears.
"Ok why is this funny, i just stretched?" I ask giggling.
"I don't know," Mikey says, finally calming down.
"Ok, let's go outside." Enid says getting bored of my house.
Mikey gets off my bed and jumps down the stairs, skipping every other step.
"Do you think we'll run into the new kid?" I ask. "I have no idea, i hope so!" Enid replies sliding her shoes on, as i do the same.
/A/N uhm guys i am honestly sorry for this chapter. I pray my others arent as bad :,)/
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