The Boy Who Never Talked

Chapter 1: Intro

This is the story about the boy who never talked and spent all of his time in the corner alone...

I wasn't one of his friends but I knew a lot about him, everyone did he's like a open book. He never actually talked, he would write down what he wanted to say and show it to you. He'd tell people if they were invading his personal space because even though he felt alone he didn't like having people around him. No one was rude to him or at least that I know of. Many people tried to be his friend but he'd always decline their offer in the nicest way possible. He seemed so lonely... but he wouldn't let anyone in, everyone had tried to get him to open up but everyone failed.

I should probably tell you more about him. He was about 5'5 at the time, he had dark brown almost black hair that he'd grow out to cover his eyes, he had beautiful almond shaped forest green eyes, and the tiniest nose. He was so perfect, he always wore long sleeved shirts and black skinny jeans even in the summer. I knew why he wore long sleeves cause I talked to him about MY scars. Although we didn't talk long because he pushed people out he told me he doesn't have scars because he won't let them heal and become scars...

I haven't seen him in 2 years since he moved away, but I heard he's moving back. If he moves back I'm going to admit my feeling to him and I'm not going to let him push me away like I did before. I won't ever let him push me away again because I already lost him once and I can't lose him again. I want him to come back so I can tell him all the thing he missed and how much I missed him. I wonder if he'll even like me back.... Will he even remember me?

It's been a week and a half since the rumor about him coming back spread and today's supposed to be the day he comes back. I hope he lets people in this time. I've heard he's coming to school tomorrow, I'm so excited to see him. I wonder if he's changed, maybe he's into girls now or he's still gay. Oh by the way I'm a guy. I'm 5'7, short I know but I like being short, I have blue grey eyes that sometimes turn light green, I have dirty blonde hair that I dye a dark red. I think I can pull it off as my real hair color. I have a lip ring on the left side of my lip, piercing in my dimples, and pretty much all up my ears. I'm kinda a punk if you couldn't tell, but I'm also emo... yes I cut. Its very rare but I still do. My best friends are the only ones who know and the rest of my friends and my family are oblivious. My best friends are Jones and a girl we know as Rye, these are the people I spend most of my time with because their who understand me and still support me.

The rest of my friends aren't really my friends they just hang around me for protection since I'm a big dude for being 5'7 and cause I'm pretty scary looking. I don't mind them most of the time but when they start getting into my business I start pushing them away. I hate people nagging me about my life, I know I'm screwed up I don't need people telling me. I don't really do anything to hurt them but I'll nudge them to tell them they're too close. Jones hates my "friends" while Rye doesn't mind like me. 

Jones is straight but very supporting because he grew up with two moms, if you couldn't tell his parents are lesbian. Rye is bisexual but leaning more towards lesbian. Rye currently has a girlfriend while Jones is single with lots of girls that would do anything to be with him. Rye's girlfriend's name is Sam and they're perfect for each other. They've been together for 3 years now and I've been fanboying over them for 3 years now. 

We're all seniors in high school; I'm 17,  Rye's 16 turning 17 in three days, and Jones is 18 because he was held back. Sam is 17 like me, I'm older than her by two days. It's cool, we celebrate our birthdays on the same day so it's easier. I enjoy my birthday only because I'm a years closer to moving out of my parents house and into my own apartment. I already have a job and I'm paying for my phone, car, and rent, yes my parents make me pay rent. Might as well live on my own right? And they want me out of the house anyway because I'm gay and they don't support it. They would've kicked me out already but they need me to help pay bills, but as soon as I'm 18 I'm leaving. I hate my parents but they hate me so it doesn't matter. They don't care about me as long as I pay rent.

Yeah seeing him again is my only true happiness, so I'm excited to about tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll wear my usual band merch and some makeup(a bit of eyeliner and mascara). I'll make sure I make a good impression so maybe we could be friends at least.