My Favorites Songs And Pictures

chapter 2

I found Welly waiting outside the English room for me, "Why was Billie Joe in such a bad mood?" she asked, puzzled, as I rolled my eyes at her stupid nickname for him.

"You know, Billie Joe Armstrong is actually talented and attractive. Michael is neither of those things."

"Oh, come on! You cannot deny it, he looks more and more like him every day!" she protested as I followed her down to music where we spent our lunch times. We'd sit in the music practice rooms while Welly pretended to be doing piano practice. Mostly we just fangirled over attractive band members and talked about fanfiction. Despite her being gay she had a lot to say about band guys, which was why I'd never guessed she wasn't straight.

"I can and I will."

"So what was eating him anyway? I mean, I know he's a grumpy fucker, but he was particularly sullen today."

I dropped my bag on the chair before taking a seat on the floor next to the piano, "We have to work together on a project and I said we couldn't do it at my house." I shrugged, pulling my lunch from my bag.

"Did you tell him why?" she asked nervously.

"Nope." I replied, popping the p. "Didn't see the point. It's not like he'd care."

"So you're going over to his?" she seemed skeptical about it.

"Yeah."

"How much do you know about him?"

"Dude, he's not going to murder me." I laughed, she could be so dramatic.

"No, that's not what I mean. What I mean is...well you know there are rumours..." she replied, not looking me in the eye, in fact she was doing everything she could not to.

"I could care less. They're rumours. Let me make up my own mind." I snapped. I hated rumours. Detested them. I'd had first hand experience of what they could do.

Welly spent the rest of lunch playing All Time Low songs on the piano as I sang along completely out of tune. Welly was definitely the talented one in our friendship. I got talented enough to learn 'Same Love' by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis on guitar when she came out to me. It was my way of showing her I cared about her still. It was still the only song I could play and I wouldn't even call it playing. Just strumming along, hoping I was hitting the right chords.

I finished the day with a free period so I decided to go home. If I could get a head start on this work then maybe it would make working with him easier. It didn't pan out the way I hoped though, because when I got home mum was already there and she decided that it was the perfect opportunity to make me do the house work. By the time four o'clock rolled around I was gagging to get out of the house.

"I have to go! Michael is expecting me!" I protested.

"You haven't finished your chores!" she grumbled.

"I'll do them when I get home, but I have to get this done." I groaned. I hoped that if I complained enough she'd let me go. I should have gone when she went to collect the boys from school.

"You are the most selfish child!" she snapped. "Just go. Don't expect the door to be unlocked when you come home though." I didn't. Noah would leave the window unlocked for me though, as usual.

I fled the house, knowing if I stuck around much longer she'd change her mind and make me stay. I was nearly at his house when I realised it was only half four. It hadn't taken nearly as long as I thought it would to get out the house. I frowned; would he mind me showing up this early? I just had to hope he wouldn't say anything because I honestly couldn't be bothered to lug these books around much longer.