The World of The Winged

How to make friends...

Chapter 1:

Okay so am I the only teenager who does not want to have sex or do drugs or drink alcohol? I know some girls who spend waaaay too much time on their make up and on social media. Like seriously, what's so interesting about making selfies all day or watching other people's selfies.

I couldn't care less, I probably couldn't even handle the stress of wanting to look good and posting your daily selfie or food picture or whatever. It seems like such a boring life to me!

Is it because of this that I just can't make friends? Because I don't really have an interest in boys or make up or social media?? Am I weird? I don't wanna be weird. Well I wanna be awesome weird but not weird weird... you get me?

I'm always kinda lonely but I really don't wanna admit it.. I mean, I'm turning sixteen in three months!! All these people having sweet sixteens and stuff like that, I mean come on! I don't have enough friends to even throw a (kind of) normal party! It would be me and Jackson and my parents. Sooooo much fun!! Note the sarcasm.

I guess I should go out and make friends? But... I don't really wanna have that kind of confrontation. Outside my comfort zone man.... waaaaayyyyy outside my comfort zone! Do I have social anxiety or something??

My thoughts were interrupted by Jackson running into my room and yelling my name.

"Hello to you to Jack." I muttered, he just grinned and plopped down on my bed next to me. "Hey Gummibear," "Why do you still call me Gummibear? The Gummibear Incident happened when we were seven!"

Okay so let me explain. I really really liked gunmibears at the time and once when I was outside playing with Jackson. I had this brilliant idea of swallowing a gummibear through my nose! It got stuck and yeah... my parents had to go to the hospital with me to get it out. Jackson called me gummibear for a while to tease me but I guess it just kinda stuck.

"Because it fits you, you're also sweet and mushy," He smirked and ruffled my hair.

I groaned, "That's seriously your description of me? Sweet and mushy? I sound like a flipping romantic when you describe me like that to anyone!"

"Well I like the name so it stays," he laughed.

"Uhg I strongly dislike you, yaknow?"

He scoffed and arrogantly said, "Oh please, you love me, everyone loves me!"

Okay so don't judge me but I have this thing with the word 'hate', I just kinda feel like that if you hate someone or something, you want it completely gone and out of excistence. Yeah I know, kind of extreme Amelia, but hey, that's just me!

Jackson pulled me closer to his side and put his wing around us so we'd get nice and warm.

His wing's were absolutely beautiful. They were dark brown with one streak of dark red and then the brown became lighter and lighter until it turned white at the very tips.

His hair was light brown and was always kind of messy, his hair was long enough to be put into a small bun. He had a strong jawline which made every girl faint just by looking at it. He had dark brown, mischievious eyes, they always looked like he was up to something and his eyes always smiled when he did.

Just imagine a puppy with wings and you'll have the right image.

In other words, my best friend was hot. Very hot. Even I thought he was hot! But his muscled body helped with that I guess.... His broad shoulders and protecting arms. He always made me feel save.

We were laying like this for a while, just talking and reading until my mom asked us if Jackson was staying for dinner. I gave him a curious look and he just shrugged his shoulders in a 'why not?' way and nodded. We told my mom and she started on dinner.