//simplicity

chapter 1-- new boy

Tyler's POV//

I sat slumped in my uncomfortable desk, hating every face I see in this room, except Brendon's. He is one of my close friends, well technically my only friend.  I've practically known him since 3rd grade. He's a strange type of teenager. He'll flirt with anything that breathes basically. It's just his personality. He doesn't flirt with me, he knows better. Actually, no one flirts with me, I'm not what many kids called "attractive". I wish someone would like me. But I'm a hopeless gay teenager stuck in a constant loop of overwhelming depression and lost love.

     And my dreams, seeming crushed, were uplifted as the words "new student" left the Calculus teacher's mouth. I caught the bubbling of excitement in my throat and almost choked on my happiness as this handsome boy entered the room. His hair was shiny, locks of red, tumbling down in every which way. This made me notice his (what seemed like) chocolate brown eyes that only glanced upwards once. I sat in the very back so it's hard to see all his features but I did indeed lock my eyes on the protruding nose piercing that the fluorescent lights reflected off of. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat, hoping he would get set by me in the empty seat to my left. I was instantly let down when Brendon offered the seat infront of him. I glared at the back of his head as I felt my pencil splintering beneath my fingers. Damn it. God fucking damn it. Snap. The pencil broke in half as I built up more pressure onto it.

    The boy, (Joshua I think is what Mr. Calmyn said), glanced at me. I quickly attempted to gain my poise in a flustered manner. He chuckles at my strange scene, a smile plastered onto his face before I look down intently at my paper. His contagious smile was now burnt into my memory. This was it. This was my fan-fiction dream boy. My face was flushed red as Brendon offered me a pencil with a note tied to it. It read 'Cute boy alert! I'm going in for the kill.' I look up to see him passing a note to the red-haired boy. No No No! I groaned mentally as his smile grew wider at whatever the hell Brendon wrote. I slammed my hand on my head as I saw what was written:

. '>~< Hey, my friend Tyler wants to know if you'd like to hang out with us at lunch?', along with a fucking doodle of him and I as stick figures with sunglasses and large chain necklaces.

I shook my head into my hand as I awaited for the instant rejection. Instead I was greeted by the feeling of paper on my arm.

I unrolled the note to see a whole bunch of Brendon's idiotic doodles next to the words, 'HE SAID YES!'

   My heart was racing as I re-read the words in my head over a million times. The corners of my lips tugged up into a small smile as I shoved the paper into my back pocket. I get to talk to the new kid! .. I get to talk to the new kid.. Fuck. I'm gonna fuck this up! I bit the inside of my lip, a bad habit of mine when I'm nervous. I clenched my teeth as the worrying thought gnawed at my mind.

'What if you insult him?' '

'What if he sees that you're gay?' '

'What if that scares him?'

I anxiously look to the curly haired boy, then to the clock. My heart wrenched as the clock ticked closer to lunch period. The bell is about to ring. I can't. I can ' t. I can.. I can do this. I CAN do this.

I take a few deep breaths.

Riiiiiinnnggg.