Welcome To The Spot

1. Theo

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Oh how I love the fresh scent of the autumn leaves dying out and the pumpkin spice lattes they sell at Starbucks. And the smell of coffee brewing in the morning as I wake up. I decide to go downstairs while admiring the wakefulness I feel.

"Mother, what a grand day it is," I sigh, a happy sigh. Because I, Theo (Not short for Theodore. Just Theo.) Franky. Yes my name is Theo Franky, am in a delightful mood. My mother seems slightly troubled as to why I am acting this way, which doesn't dull my mood one bit. I call my two older sisters to come downstairs and have the delicious breakfast my mother, Eleanor, has cooked up for us. Bacon and maple syrup pancakes, one of my favourites. I dig right in, once Molly and Tilly (my sisters) have come down stairs.

"Good morning, my lovely twin sisters." Again they look at me as if I am some kind of fictional character. Like I am not me. But the thing is people change and I change, I am young and I am me and me is many different things. Right now I am happy and can that not just be enough?

"Stop smiling, you look like a retard," My sister Molly, the elder of the two by exactly 5.53 minutes says. This riles me up a bit. I have a human right to a smile and I don't want to be battered for it. "Why does it have to be such a goddam sin to be happy once in a while, why can't a teenage boy, like me, ever be in a good mood? This motherf-"

"Theo!" My mother cuts me off, I am a bit confused, she has never heard me swear other than the time where I decided to be a rebel Theo. That's when I swore in almost every sentence. But that doesn't count. We all know it.

"I wasn't going to say fucking. Now look what you've done. You made me say it, when I didn't want to. Don't blame this one on me, it was all you Eleanor. I wanted to say motherflickin brain-pickin', but no. goddam it, bloody parents these days, what on earth ever happened to free will?" I rant and I can tell no one is taking me seriously, because no one ever takes me seriously. Especially when I'm like this. After I gulp down the rest of my breakfast I walk to school, which is a 10 minute walk. Normally the thought of walking pisses me off, but because I am happy today I actually quite enjoy the stroll. As I am walking I pass old couples still in love and young couples who don't even know what love is yet. I pass babies crying and mothers smiling. I pass many, many dogs. Big ones and small ones. The big yellow school bus passes me and in it I see kids. Kids that might never grow up either from choice or by force, I see kids who will remain pure and innocent and I see kids who are already guilty enough. I like doing this, watching people I mean. There are lots of wonderful, different things about everyone and I like to find them out. When I finally reach the doors of my school I prepare myself for the crowded halls I am about to step into. I take one large breath and off I go. Normally, I make clear to the people who push me around (this is because they think they own the school and that the other thousands of students walking around should make room for them to walk, but life isn't one big fantasy.) not to, by pushing them harder back, but always escaping before it can turn into one massive brawl. But today, I only ever smile at anyone I walk pass and they all roll their eyes in return. I only have three friends and one of them have to put up with me, because he's the boyfriend to my other friend, so technically I really only have 2 friends. I don't get along all that much with them, because Jo, one of my actual friends, only talks about politics. I do not care about politics, there are much better and more important things to discuss than politics. Then there's Jess, who is constantly kissing her boyfriend, Tim. So most of the time i block out Jo while he is ranting about how the government isn't doing their job right and focus on the way Tim and Jess make out. It's quite fascinating, nonetheless I am not a pervert and do not have sexual fantasies from watching them kiss. It's just better than Jo. Trust me. Normally in the mornings I go to this place on top of the school, the door which leads to the roof of the gymnasium is only meant for staff, but every morning I use it anyway and go to the roof. I do this, because I like being alone. This is also the only place in the whole school, where people aren't. Even though today I am happy Theo I make sure not to miss out on this tradition I have. Never in the 3 years of high school I've had, have I ever seen anyone else on the roof except for me. and I intend for it to stay like that for the rest of the year. As I walk up each step and feel the burn in my legs, because it's a lot of steps, I think about everything. I think about how i'm about to have 6 periods of subjects I do not care about, but are apparently important to know. I am about to embark on a series of pop quizzes and assignments that I will probably not do and try and charm my way out of, even though I am not popular and probably aren't very good looking to any women or man teacher. But I attempt it every year and there are always a few that give in and give me a better grade than what I deserve. I think some do this because they feel sorry for me and think that I have deep issues which I don't really understand, but go with anyway. I am still thinking all these things as I walk to the edge of the roof where I can get a good look of the city, but am immediately interrupted as I see a girl in the exact spot I usually sit. She must have heard me walking, because she turns around and by that face I can tell she's either deeply disturbed because she's alone on the roof with me, or because I've interrupted whatever she was doing. Either way, she looks incredible. This is Cam (Short for Cameron, but wants people to call her Cam, because she was teased by her brother for apparently having the same name as his best friend who was a boy. This was when she was 7). I don't really know her at all, we do not have any classes together. All I know is Cam is very pretty and I have thought this for a longtime.

"What are you doing here? You aren't even supposed to be here," She snipes and I am slightly taken back. I don't really know what to say, because she isn't supposed to be here either.

"That's my spot," Is all I come up with and I hope it's enough.

"What are you, twelve?" Again I am taken aback. I did not intend on making her mad, but it seems as if I have done exactly that.

"Actually I am 17, that doesn't change the fact that you are in my spot. It also doesn't change the fact that you aren't supposed to be up here either. Also, I might add, that today I have decided to be happy and I ask you not to ruin that because it is very rare for me to feel happy and I like to not take it for granted. So please, if you are in a bad mood do not drag me into it. Because out of 100 bad moods I only get one of those days to be in a good mood. And do not feed me that bullshit of 'oh, but it's your choice to be happy.' because like I said it's all bullshit. Look at me, you've ruined my good mood now." I didn't really take any breaths in between the sentences and am kind of puffed out now. She just looks at me like I've said the most irrational thing and doesn't reply. She just moves to the side a bit and taps my spot with her hand. I think she is trying to tell me to sit there, so I take it.

"It's not bullshit. You just need to find something that makes you feel good," She whispers once I sit down and I don't think she knows who I am, even though I've spent 3 years of high school in the same school as her.

"Seeing as today I have chosen to be happy, I'll just agree."

"See you just said you've chosen to be happy."

"This doesn't happen often," Is all I say. and I don't know if I mean me being happy, or me sitting on the roof talking to a girl who is pretty. Then there is silence between us and I soak up her soft skin that glows in the sunlight and her blonde hair, which I can tell is natural and her brown eyes which gives her a unique look, because her eyes are the darkest brown and her hair is the blondest blonde. Her lips are the pinkest red which matches the colour of her cheeks, which I cannot tell is makeup or not. Either way she is gorgeous.

After a couple minutes she gets up and starts walking back to the door.

"Aren't you at least going to ask me my name?" I ask, she just looks at me and gives a faint smile.

"I know who you are, Spot." All I can think is how that was going to stick with me.