Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of the rain thumping against my window was all that seemed to comfort me for I was deemed "alone". It wasn't that I was some weird anti-social spedhead, it just was that I didn't fit in. I was the original flavor out of the Lay's brand, and I was ok with it. Though there were times where blades were my only friend and they would talk to my skin, telling them hilarious jokes that us humans, just couldn't understand. And even though these little scars pierced and tugged at my skin, I Was Ok With It. My father paid me no mind, and my mother, she was blinded by materialistic things and her ideal image of a "perfect family'. The only person who really knew me was my best friend Tye, short for Tyler. He was the most opposite that opposite could be. I was this dark head, pale skin skinny dude, and Tye was tall and muscular, but much more of a nerd than I could admit. He was coming over later and I was sitting up playing video games and drinking beer.
"Hun, your friend Tye is here" my mom said while shouting from her bedroom. I went downstairs and opened the door to see him quickly hit me in the gut. Did I mention that he was an ass at times?
"Yo man, wassup" he said taking his hat off.
"Nothing now, just playing video games and drinking brews"
"Brews? Your parents care about you drinking in the house" he asked looking like I was the coolest kid in the sandbox.
"Tye, I'm 19, they don't care about anything I do, and you're a couple months older than me, your parents still care?" I asked walking back to my room and plopping down on my sofa.
"Of course they do, I can't even have a chick over without them bursting in every five minutes just to "check on us". I wish I had that type of attention,
"If I were your parents, I would be busting in too, you're always up to no good 95%, and the other 5% of time, you're not even there"
"Man, I'm always there alone by myself, and another question is, it's like 89 degrees, and you're wearing a long sleeve? I mean I know your scars and I know you stopped, so why hide them?" he asked as I questioned myself.
"I don't know, I'm just not comfortable yet" I said rolling down my sleeve.
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Falling
RomanceI'm Bazel, like the herb, and I fell in love. I fell in love with a guy who gets me more than I get myself. Ross was the sun that shined on my face and peaked in the sky at noon. He was the clouds to my sky, but not always. He wasn't there when bla...
