Radio Friendly

Chapter 1

Every story starts off with a main character. When you grow up you think you will be the hero of it all.

Nope, only movies and comic books show you that. They say every story starts off with 'Once upon a time' and end with 'Happily ever after.' Once again that is false.

Fairytales aren't real. A story should start with all the facts right off the bat.

I guess this "story" if you'd even call it that starts with me, Wade Palmer, sitting at a lunch table with my friends.

Same formation everyday my closest friend, Dale Matthews, right beside me and our friends, Hope Price and Royce Evans, across from us holding hands under the table. Dale and I have been friends since we were at least nine. He always had the same pale green eyes, short blonde hair, and black glasses.

I don't see what girls saw in him. All I saw was a guy who was stronger and more outgoing than I was.

Well what do you expect from me?

I hate people except my friends and I even hate myself at times says the therapist and the doctors who treated me after each of the four suicide attempts and the many cuts that are now scars.

Believe it or not people can get that lonely especially when you are rejected by a lot of people.

More on me later.

Hope has curly red hair, blue eyes, and a bit of freckles spread across her face and arms. She's the artsy type and is really shy at first. She is a really sweet girl once you get to know her.

Her girlfriend, Royce, is the complete opposite.

Royce has hazel eyes, black hair with pink and blue tips with bangs that get in her eyes.

Now, all that's left is me. I'm the one that has black hair that flips to the side and has the bangs in their eyes. My glacier blue eyes are strange and unusual as well as my two lip rings and ear gauges in each ear.

Trust me that's not why people think I'm bad news.

The thing about me is that everyone thinks being gay and dating a guy is the end of the world. I'm sorry but last time I checked this was the 21st century not the 17th.

It's not wrong people!

I guess no one has gotten with the program. I love music and writing it. Hey I didn't have a very good childhood.

Neither did Andy Biersack or Kellin Quinn for that matter.

"Hey Wade! You in there dude?" I hear Dale say.

I shake my head to knock myself out of the trance of looking at the notebook sitting in front of me.

The worn out, black five subject notebook that sat in front of me on the table was full of song lyrics and doodles that dated from this year to like 2009.

I mean it when I say I like music. I even have studio time set up for Saturday so I can record my demo and show it to the head of the company and just hope for the best.

"Are you ok Wade? You seem kind of on edge lately." Hope said.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just thinking about Saturday." I said.

"Oh yeah the big demo recording is this weekend." Royce said reaching over and taking my notebook, reading what I just wrote.

"Does this song have a title yet?" She asked.

"Not yet." I said opening the bottle of Pepsi sitting on the table.

I took a swig and put it down, closing the cap, and looking at Royce again.