Some people will tell you they love you forever and always, but the ones that don't say that and instead say how much your being a bitch is the one that you should keep for like ever. This person in my life was Wyatt Greg. I knew him for about a year before we really became closer than we were with anyone else. We were in 10th grade both of us and to be perfectly honest we became best friends near the end of summer then the beginning of school.
Summer was intense, my boyfriend (well ex) broke up with me days after he meet my parents. My friends were sick and tired of hearing me complain about "what I did wrong to make him break up with me" and yada-yada, so I started texting Wyatt. By the end of the summer we just connected in a different way then all of my friends and I connected; it felt nice to be with someone different. He wasn't like anyone I had ever meet he was different; he was to flawful he was flawless.
I remember trying to call Wyatt during the summer a bunch but that failed because his parents were home and heard everything. Some times I felt bad for Wyatt because he never got any privacy and so that just always kind of made it difficult being his friends. Granted I have no secrets that I wouldn't want to share with him now but then their was some stuff I was really self conscious about and even if he did get me to tell him I was still worried about his parents reading our texts. I don't actually know why I was so afraid, maybe it was because I didn't want to come off as a bad kid or that I didn't want to disappoint my parents again.
I still have no idea why Wyatt always kind of stayed with me. To be perfectly honest I was a pretty bad friend. I always complained and I was so needy that it wasn't even funny. He was an amazing and I was so lucky to find him first before someone else snatched him up. He was, I believe, this amazing human being but he never really ever hated the world. Sometimes he hated the stupid people that ruined this world for others, but other then that he was calm cool and collected most of the time. The times that he broke down or was to scared I was right there and I am glad I was because if Wyatt could feel these things too, maybe he could understand what I went through, and maybe just maybe he could help me get to where I will be going.
When we got to school we were actually caught talking by society with each other. I felt very relieved to know that we were actually cool in real life. Actually hearing his voice was really different from texting, I think I actually enjoyed it more because I got to see his facial expressions when I said something that wasn't socially accepted but was accepted by him and his group of friends.
Oh before I go on you should know that I am Delilah Heart a little nobody. I live in Bar Harbor Maine and go to school at Trappers Senior High School (yes, our mascot was a fisherman holding a lobster). I have blond hair but extremely thick and wavy. I've been told that my eyes are like really sad clouds but they have always kind of reminded me of an gray owl soaring through the night.
Wyatt Greg now he is a completely different story. He went to a school that feeded into TSHS but I didn't so that is why we hadn't met before. Wyatts friends aren't really his friends, they are just the people that he eats lunch with and laughs at them. That is the only reason he just doesn't get up and leave them and come sit with one of his actual friends. Wyatt had a younger sister and a way older brother (unlike me I was cursed with the difficulties of being an only child).
His sister hated me with a burning passion (this devil's name is Charlie but does anyone really care?). I would always try and say hi but she always gave me sass back and usually said a cuss word or two after that. She wasn't the nicest person but she was funny. She always wore the dorkiest shirts and always yelled random stuff at her friends but it was different yet the same as Wyatt.
Wyatt's brother, I have no clue what his name is or what he does for a living all I know is that he left as soon as he had his chance. Wyatts parents lets just say, are a little protective and very secretive up until now Wyatt had no clue what his dad, but he shared with me that he thought for a while that he might actually work in the underground bunker in the airport (the bunker that supposable has aliens in). His mom I am still unsure what she does all I know is she is apart of a company that supplies stuff for the US in large quantities but that's about all I know.
As for my family my mom works for this company that does custom order things and my dad uh I think he teacher like Literature or some crap. Either way if I were to explain my entire family it would be like the bible. To complicated to understand but you keep reading anyway because it is just something that you do. My family belongs in an insane asylum like no joke. If you are reading this please help me out and just like call the cops. I need your help getting out of this hell hole.
