I gritted my teeth as I strode out of the door, my parents had work early so never said goodbye. Problem was, they where always back late too.
I couldn't put my finger on why they stayed after work, it's not like they where with each other doing anything in perticular.
But it did mean I could bring boys home. God that sounds pedophilic
I was nearing the school when I saw a large group of boys cut off my path from a "Gennel" as the people called it here. They where basically alley ways to get to anywhere quicker.
They where messing around, throwing things which irritated me quite a bit. Not to mention they where walking painfully slow.
One of them left a gap which I strode through, not caring for what they thought
"Hey!"
My arm was suddenly pulled back and a pain shot through my whole body as my shoulder twisted round.
I looked up into his chocolatey brown eyes, his face was perfectly shaped and his hair seemed to fall as if he was a painting
The guy stopped and stared, he seemed to have frozen.
Was it.. Me?
"Tyler let go of the punk"
The group broke up into sinkers but he still held on. I threw a glare which triggered "Tyler's" breathing to hitch. I pulled away and turned around, walking forwards towards the school
(I love how you all roast me for spelling mistakes) (snickers**)
I stuffed my head phones in queitly, I didn't need anymore incidents
Once I walked into the school, I was handed a time table. As I turned to leave, the teacher called back
"Oh and Mr.Dun, we have uniform, you need to buy it"
"Sure" I muttered quietly
I peered down to the time table, I had Music, Maths and then a break, History,Lunch, Art and then Science
I heaved my self to my 'form room'. My anxiety seemed to reach the max but I walked in anyway and acted as if I couldn't care because thats how you're supposed to do it. Right?
"Ah, 11r1, this is Joshua and he will be joining us" the teacher spread a kind smile into her face
Oh god, I have to pick where to sit
I decided to pull up a chair next to a table of three guys who smiled kindly
"Hey?"
One had a humongous forehead, one wore a fedora and one was really tall.
"Hey, Brendon that's Patrick and that's Dallon and you're Josh?"
"Spot on" I nodded as I waved to the others
"Hi!" Patrick chirped
Damn that was cute
"Has anyone got music first?" Everyone on the table shook their head but Patrick offered to walk me there which was very nice of him. I gladly accepted of course.
They got talking about their lessons hobbies ect.
I soon found out they where all gay which was great and they seemed pretty happy when I confessed too.
They where all into bands which was great but none of them seemed to have Tumblr. I didn't mind, I should probably keep real people off their
The bell dragged out a long ring
"Come on then"
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"Standards" -Joshler
FanfictionFor a boy, Josh didn't meet the general standards He wasn't your typical teenager Football? Party's? Girls? Nah Music, Netflix and Guys