Unlikely Harmonization

New Roommate

Byron's POV

I run through the hallways, my violin bouncing on my back. I'm going to miss my bus, and I need to get home. My English teacher, Mr. Everett, held me over "to talk about an assignment".

As if. He hates me and every other kid that is interested in writing music. I run up to my locker, quickly entering my combination, and then all I see is a flash of white, and then there are papers everywhere. Are you serious right now?

I scramble to pick the papers up, and then I shove them back in my locker. I pull out my light brown cloth messenger bag, and shove my English/Language Arts book in along with my Mathematics book. I grab my music and run to the doors.

I get outside just late enough to see my bus pull up to the high school in front of my middle school. More running! Great! My sarcasm seeping through from my mind into my body as I dashed past cars.

I hear a horn honk, and turn to give them the dirtiest look I could muster. I continue running at full speed, and then make it to the bus just in time to see the upperclassmen get on.

"Please don't pull away!" I scream as I near the bus. The doors begin to close, but I shove my arm through just in time. The bus driver gives me a dirty look, and opens the doors.

"Thanks for waiting." I say with a smile. I hate that guy.

I sit down alone, in an empty seat. I slip my violin off of my back and into my lap. I lean my head against the window, and soon enough, I hear a guy's voice telling me that it's my stop. I rise quickly, slipping my violin onto my back.

I walk down the stairs, and over to where my ride is supposed to be. I roll my eyes and begin walking. The dirt road that I have to go down is beautiful. The trees surrounding it rise high above the power lines, and the dirt road has a few pieces of gravel.

I get out my phone and bring up the camera. I flip it around to the front and begin to organize myself.

My deep brown hair has decided to go awry, even though it's only about two inches long. The front part of my hair is longer, though. It sweeps upward in almost a rhino horn shape.

My tan skin goes well with my hair, and then my nose fits right in place. Then there are my eyes. I absolutely hate my eyes. They are gray. Gray is so boring. The specks of icy blue don't even make a difference to most.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes as I approach the orphan house that resides in Tired Hog Hollow. When I get to the gates, I see that they are locked. When I look up for help, I see the older boys looking and laughing.

They've been here longer than me. I moved here from Maine when my parents died. I got a scholarship to an okay school and this boys' home when they died. I was supposed to come down here to learn how to "fiddle".

I turn around, sitting down with my legs crossed, leaning against the gate. I get out my iPod and open the tumblr app. I scroll down my dashboard until I hear the front door open.

I turn around to see that it isn't Mr. Christopher, the owner of this orphanage, but Sean, one of the jocks.

"Go away, Sean." I say, the exhaustion clearly evident in my voice.

"I just came to let you in. We need to talk." He began. I cut him off.

I stand up, and push my way through the space between his massive, masculine form and the gate. I feel our chests brush, and I wish I would've waited. Being skinnier and shorter than him, I make it through and get through the front door with my violin and my bag.

As I open one of the many doors, I enter my room. I put my violin in my computer chair, and then throw my bag on the bed beside a pile of clothes.

Wait... I didn't wash anything last night. Why do I have clothes? I walk over to see that they are too big to fit me. Too broad and loose. I see the Nike logo and drop the shirt.

Oh god. Please just be an accident. I turn to go ask Mr. Christopher about it, and run right into the muscled chest of Sean. Why does he have to be so much taller than me?

"Hey, Byron." He says, smiling at me.

"Sean, you seem nice, but I kind of need to go talk to Mr. Christopher about these clothes, so." I say, beginning to walk around him.

He stops me, grabbing my arm with his massive hand.

"Byron, those are mine. A new baby has arrived, and they needed my room, I have to live with you now." Sean's lips slow as my mind stops.

Oh. My. God. Are you serious? I can't live with him! He's too obnoxious, and noisy, and annoying! Then my conscious kicks in. Is he obnoxious? Is he noisy? Is he really annoying?

I wouldn't know. I haven't communicated with him much since I've moved here. I look back up at him, still smiling. He isn't too bad to look at either.

His square frame shifts, and I realize I've been staring at him.

"Okay, whatever." I say, walking over and sitting on the side of the bed that isn't inhabited by jock clothes.

"We need a sleeping arrangement, Byron." Sean says, looking at me for an answer.

"Okay, well I'll sleep in the bed, and you can sleep anywhere that will fit your gigantic form, Sean." I say it as an insult, but I know that he takes it as a compliment.

"Okay. I'm gonna go play some football. See ya later, nerd." He says as he walks out. He said the word "nerd" with something other than hate, or humor... It was almost like he was using it affectionately.

I strip my shirt, and move his clothes to a clean spot on the floor. It's early, but I need sleep. I move my violin over to it's stand, removing it from its case and placing it delicately with my bow.

I slip under my covers, and soon sleep drifts over me. All I want to do tomorrow, which is Saturday, is scroll tumblr and watch YouTube.