A Foreign Touch

So Emo.... {6}

                                                                         Matt's POV

     I wake up to the blaring sound of my annoying alarm clock. My eyes open in splinters, just enough to find the source of the sound. I hit the off button and climb out of bed. Huh, second day. And I'm actually looking forward to it? Well, ok, I thought. I threw on some random clothes. Outfit of the day: Light colored ripped jeans and a "Thank you" tee-shirt. It was actually rather cool out so I grabbed a black zip-up sweatshirt. Finally, I grab my phone and headphones and start jogging downstairs.

     When I enter the kitchen I see a plate with a piece of toast and a note attached. The note read:

Matt,

     I went to a meeting for work. I will be back at around 4. You can have friends over if you want, but please don't make a mess. That's all!

                                                   OX,

                                                                   Mom

     I honestly didn't mind. Being home alone is fun. No rules, no interruptions. I grab the toast in my mouth and open the door. On my way out I plug in my earbuds and turn up the music. Although there is no sound around me I still turn it all the way up. You have no idea how many times I've been called emo by listening to this music. By my own friends. Do I look emo to you? I'm wearing a fucking 'Thank you' shirt! God, I must be so emo!

     While I was walking to school I actually had some decent thoughts, not concerning anxiety, school, or Ryan. See! I knew it wasn't a real crush! But disregarding that, the thoughts were about my current art project. Photo Shopping that is. Drawing in not my forte, I guess. Basically it's a picture of an angel hugging what I think is his family. Not sure what is means but I thought it was cute. Then again, I'm literally my only opinion. I mean, it's not like I have any other people in my life. Well, other than Sarah. 'Cuz she's pretty co-

     My thoughts were cut off by a sudden three-pronged honk of a horn.

     "What the hell, dude!?" I say quiet enough so they didn't hear me but loud enough to express my anger. I sigh and continue listening to my Green Day and My Chemical Romance. So emo...

                                                                                    Ryan's POV

     I wake up to the sound of my old alarm clock on the side of my bed. Of course the first thing I do is check my phone, because, ya know, just in case. By this point I have just accepted it. I like him. I know, I know, I haven't really had a decent conversation with him, but, goddamn it, he's gorgeous. But instead of a text or notification from Matt, there was a text from Daniel saying he would pick me up so I wouldn't have to walk. Cool, cool.

     I groggily get up from the hobbit hole I call my bed and casually make my way to my dresser. I pick out a pair of dark denim jeans and a black shirt with grey sleeves. I quickly comb through my hair with my hands and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

     After that is done, I walk down the stairs into the kitchen.

     "Eh, I don't need more food, do I?" I asserted towards myself. I'm not even going to start with that. I look around the kitchen and realize my father was home last night. A couple of Jim Beam bottles were on the table and around the floor. Honestly, I was sick of dealing with my dad, but unfortunately, since my mother was always gone, I had to. But, such goes life. As I go to pick up the bottles, I hear a knocking at the door.

     "It's open!" I hollered in the direction of the entrance. I hear the knob turn and click open, and in came Daniel.

     "Drinking again?"

     "Unfortunately..."

     "Aww, man, I'm sorry," he replied, with pity in his voice.

     "It's okay, I guess. Nothing you could prevent."

     After a quick chat with Daniel, I grabbed a grey baseball cap and hopped in his car, shotgun of course. We drove for a while, a song by Green Day playing in the background, just smiling and lip-syncing the lyrics. I saw a tall, slender boy with a black backpack walking alone in the direction of the school's campus. I squint and struggle to make out his features when Kyre looked at me with sarcasm, "What'cha looking at Ry?"

     "Oh, um, ya know, just someone I like-"

     "Him? Ahhhh, I see."

     Before I could process what was happening he rolled down his window, waved, and honked his horn, not once, but three times. Oh God...

     "What the hell, Danny! Why would you do that!?" I screeched, blush creeping onto my face fast.

      "Well you've gotta make him notice you one way or another."

      "He already knows who I am!" I laughed.

     "Oh, sorry, man..."

     "Bullshit!" now I was actually laughing hysterically.

                                                                            AN:

     HAI FRENDS! How are you guys enjoying this book so far? I think I'm liking it. I think it would be really cool if you guys could leave feedback so I can improve because I want you guys to enjoy this as much as I am. If you are enjoying this, don't be afraid to comment or vote on this story. Once again, thank you guys for reading. It honestly makes me really happy. Love you all. BAI!!