The Boy Next Door (Mavin)

Chapter One: You'll Never Understand

Chapter One:

"Mum, I'm going to school!" I called out to her.

"Okay, sweetheart! Have a good day," She called back.

"You too," I said before closing the door and beginning my walk to the bus stop.

It was a particularly nice day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, it wasn't too hot or too cold. It was wonderful.

I relinquished the feeling of the wonderful day. Who could be upset on a day like this? It was just perfect!

When I made it to the bus stop, I joined Ray and Ryan who were discussing something about Pokemon Go. Ray was being his usual awkward self and Ryan was being his usual physcopathic self.

"Hey fellas," I said smiling. Ray smiled and high fived me.

"Sup, Vav?" He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled again.

The three of us continued to talk until the bus came around. We got on, immediately going to the back and meeting up with Geoff and Jack. All five of us started talking about the latest games and making plans to hang out over the weekend.

Once we were at school we got off the bus and messed around for a bit until we had to go to Homeroom. Ray and Geoff were the only two in my Homeroom so we walked there together and joked around about immature things.

As we were walking however I noticed my hair continuously falling into my eyes. It was beginning to annoy me so I told the others I was gonna skip Homeroom to fix my hair.

I walked to the bathroom and set my bag down, glaring at my long dirty blonde hair. I really needed to get a haircut.

As I was fixing it I heard a quiet sob. It scared me for a moment since I thought I was the only one in the bathroom. I looked into the mirror again and stared at the stalls, noticing the legs beneath one of the walls.

I watched as red droplets sprinkled onto the floor and I instantly felt my heart beat faster. I swung my bag over my shoulder and approached the stall, standing outside it.

"Hey... Are you alright?" I asked gently, using my most soothing voice.

"Leave me alone," Growled a slightly familiar voice.

Michael?

"Do you want me to get the nurse?" I persisted.

"No. Go away," He growled.

"But... You're bleeding. Can I at least-," I was cut off.

"Gavin, quit jacking off and let's go!" Geoff called into the bathroom.

"I'm coming!" I called back.

"I... I really didn't need to know that! Now clean up and let's go," Geoff said. I rolled my eyes and facepalmed myself, shifting my bag onto my shoulders more comfortably.

"Please be careful, Michael," I whispered, walking out of the bathroom.

...

That night I sat at my desk in my room, trying to finish homework I hadn't been able to do due to a basketball game. I had contemplated not doing it but I had ended up doing it since I knew my mum would ground me and keep me from playing in tomorrow nights game, which I had to attend. And me being the person I was couldn't do that to my team.

Something caught my eye and I looked up, gazing out into the night. The gray house across the street crowded my vision and I watched as Michael opened his window and climbed through it, letting himself sit on the window. He pulled out something from his pocket and put it in his mouth, lighting it up.

I got up and opened my window as well, not saying anything but just staring at him. In the moonlight, he kind of looked mysterious. However, when I looked closer, he had an almost petrified look on his face.

"You know, smoking isn't very good for you," I called out to him.

Michael's eyes immediately flicked to mine and he glared at me. He took the cigarette out of his mouth for a moment to respond.

"And you trying to give me advice isn't good for you either," He growled.

"What are you getting out of smoking? It doesn't make you look cool," I told him.

"That's not why I smoke. You'll never be able to understand why I smoke," He growled, obviously getting annoyed with my constant inquires.

"Then maybe you can explain why you do?" I asked.

"Gavin, who are you talking to?" I heard my mum ask me.

"Um... I'm talking to Ryan," I answered her, answering with the first person that came to mind.

"Ryan smokes?" She asked.

"No," I answered.

"What?" She asked, clearly confused.

"What," I responded.

"Gavin... Ugh, never mind. I'm going to bed. You need to go to bed too," She said, leaving me alone.

"Still following Mommy's orders I see," Michael taunted.

"So? She's my mother. I should be. Don't you listen to your mum?" I asked him.

"Nope. Never did, never will. My moms a whore," Michael said, finishing his cigarette.

"How come?" I asked, feeling curiosity bubble inside me.

"Isn't it your bedtime?" He taunted again, climbing back through his window and closing it abruptly.

I sighed and watched his window for a little while longer. Strangely, I found myself almost hoping that he'd come back and talk to me. He was... Interesting, to say the least. What type of things does a person like him do, or think, or like?

I was snapped from my thoughts as the light flickered off in his room. I sighed again, feeling oddly disappointed. I closed my window, knowing my mum would get angry if I left it open.

I returned to my homework, only half trying at it. Drowsiness was beginning to get the best of me and I quickly finished it up, not caring if I got the answers wrong. Homework nowadays was only taken as a completion grade since it was almost time for break.

Once I finished it, I slipped off my pants and crawled into bed. I sleepily closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep.

However, my thoughts quickly put a stop on that.

I remembered the blood sprinkling on the floor of the bathroom and Michael's quiet sobs. What the hell had happened to him? I don't think I, or anyone for that matter, had ever heard of Michael Jones crying. He was so... Well, himself. Tough and hard to crack open.

Then I thought back to just a half an hour ago. Smoking? That I guess I expected from him, but that look on his face... That petrified look. I've never seen a look like that on anyone's face before.

You'll never understand why I smoke.

What was that supposed to mean? I know it was something some people said to sound cool but I felt there was added meaning behind it. It sounded so mysterious, so confusing, so helpless.

However none of these inquiries or thoughts helped answer my burning question.

Who was Michael Jones?
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So, the first chapter is up. I promise things will be more exciting than this was.
Please let me know what you think of this story. I really like the idea that I have planned out so I really hope you guys share this interest with me. If there is something you want to see put into the story, I'll be happy to try and put it in.
Thank you for reading!

(P.S. Happy Birthday, Michael!)