Yours. Mine. Ours. (Boyxboy)

What I lost

By the way guys, Kellin and Vic and any other normal band person in here are not famous in this or anything so think of them in the mindset of very attractive dads/moms workin' for their fams and stuff. Kay love you.

"Ok, I just want you to know, I don't mean to run into people. I really don't. I'm just very clumsy. Like my dad, I forget where to place my feet. Where do I start with this? Um, hi. My name is Alex. Alexander Cole Quinn. I am sixteen. I live in San Diego, California. I go to Clairemont High, unfortunately. I have usually-straightened black hair and blue eyes. I live in a normal sized house with my younger sister, Copeland, and my dad, Kellin. Now that I got past that, I'll tell you about he rest. Yesterday, I was walking down the halls when I walked into this boy. I don't remember his name, uh I think it's-"

Brrrrriiinnnnngggg

"Alright class, we are done for today. You can finish your speech tomorrow, Alex, but for now, finish writing it please." Mr. Urie, my English teacher, said with an almost sarcastic smile on his face.

"Yes Mr.Urie. Will do sir" I reply with a role of my eyes before walking out of my first period class-for-retards. I only call it that because almost all the kids write stupid things. I would have better grades in that class if I tried, but I really don't care enough. Today I was throwing around sentences I had pretended to write down for our essay. The prompt was 'what's one thing that's happened to you that you regret?' And I mean come on, do you really expect me to go on about my mom or something? No. Let's not get on about her for now.

My essay? When I was talking about that boy? Yeah, I was lying. His name is Hunter Fuentes. And I fucking ran into him on purpose. Why? He's an asshole, that's why.

We had been best friends up through elementary school, but he never wanted me to meet his parents. I thought nothing of it. When we got to sixth grade, he started distancing himself and making sure there was no space at the lunch table for me and stuff. Little things, I know, but they still hurt. When we were in seventh grade, I went up to him and asked if he hated me. He said, to my face,"well yeah, I don't hang out with fags like you."

He called me a fag, right after I told him I was gay. That ended our friendship and he hasn't talked to me other than to call me names and laugh at me when I fall for the past four years. Nice, right?

Well, I would have gone and told his dad or mom if I had ever met them or even gone to his house. But I've gotten over it for the most part.

Anyways. My locker is on the second floor, right next to my best friend, 'the one and only, Ashlynn Jardine' as she calls herself. She's a sweetheart with a big enough ego for the both of us. She found me, and helped me get on my feet when my boyfriend broke up with me in eighth grade. Ofcourse we only dated for, apparently, Hunters viewing pleasure, and once I got close enough, Jacob left me, laughing as he walked over and high-fived the little asshole.

"Alex! Focus!" Ashlynn was snapping in my face, jumping a little, her heat-induced brown curls bouncing a little.

"Oh, hey Ash." I say, holding her shoulders down to make her slow the jumping.

"You were ignoring me again." She says, glaring at me with her light brown eyes.

"Ignoring and zoning out are two different things, sweetie. By the way, nice shirt." I say, because she was wearing an awesome Kiss shirt.