//Chris's p.o.v//
"Jesus Christ," I groaned collapsing on my bed to the sound of death cab {A//N :: Song is up top or on the side !!}. I just moved from New York to Scranton, Pennsylvania and to say least, I am not thrilled. I've never exactly been the kind of person to make friends easy and I finally met some great people where I used to live but then as soon as summer started my mom told me we were moving a week before school would be back and running. And to of all places, fucking Scranton - instead of beautiful New York, Scranton. If I thought it was hard to meet people like me back in New York, then it won't be much easier here. I'm not some typical 16 year old - I've been to more gigs than I have friends, I wear more black than Morticia from the Adams family, and I wear almost as much makeup as some basic white chick (I also probably have better eyebrows).
My mom walked into my room and leaned against my doorway crossing her pale, skinny arms, "How're you holding up kiddo ?" she questioned giving me a slight smile.
I sighed and smiled as best I could, "Okay I guess, I'd still rather be back home."
She came closer and sat at the edge of my bed rubbing my knee, "This is your home now, it's gonna be okay."
I nodded and after a couple minutes of her rambling on about the first day of school tomorrow, she left my room saying that the pizza will be here in about an hour.
I got up and started looking for a box labeled in thick black sharpie, "Clothes", so I could start unpacking. I got through my couple boxes of clothes and then went through others slowly getting to the least important things. I was on my 3rd last box when my mom called my name. I guess the pizzas here, fucking finally.
After I had a couple slices of pizza and watched an episode or two of some show my mom liked with her, I headed back up to my room to start unpacking everything else still in boxes.
I got done putting up my black curtains and purple fairy lights, and when I was setting some candles on the windowsill, I noticed a boy. I'm thinking he's my neighbour - well, no fucking shit he's my neighbour, he's leaning against his window in what would be my neighbours house. Smart Chris, wow.
He was staring at me, looking pretty amused. I looked back at him and Jesus Christ was he nice to stare at. I couldn't make out features of his face or anything but he was wearing an AFI shirt and he had shoulder length black hair, pale skin, and just - I really hope he looks this good up close. And then I remember, that there's a 50-50 chance wether he's into guys or not and that was quite the downer.
I got out of my trance and I believe that's a smirk on his face. He must've realized I was staring back at him - great.
I quickly and nervously shut my blinds hoping that if we ever meet this will never be brought up.
I haven't even met the guy and he's already turning me to mush, what the absolute fuck ?
A//N :: hey guys !! I'm actually writing fanfiction again (please for the sake of your mental health do not read my old works) - I have a pretty good plan for this story and I hope you'll like it !! And all my social media is gonna be listed below Okok
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Band Ig // beingasan.ocean
(I would list my Twitter but I'm never on it !! If I think of any others I wanna list I'll list them in the next chapter)
