Just a book I'm writing with my friend, Llama_Luna, you should follow her. Just a guy and a girl, emo and gamer. Just another love story, laced with the tragedy of everyday lives.
Ben is plagued with social anxiety, and fear for his adopted mother...
"FREAK! GET DOWN HERE!" I sit up, again. My red and purple hair flies everywhere as I sit up. I also get really dizzy. A stray piece falls into my face, I cross my eyes and stare at it.
"I don't like that. I'm going to cut it one day." I get dressed. (A/N Outfit picture below.)
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I put my phone and earbuds in my purse, and I run downstairs. I turn the corner, and I see my mom. My sister is standing beside her, looking like a cheerleader.
"Is that what you're wearing? You are going to look like a goth! I thought you wanted friends!"
"Better than looking like an idiot who doesn't know the difference between goth and emo." I shrug and then I turn to go to the bathroom, so I can straighten my hair, and brush my teeth.
My hair, the straightest thing about me. Pansexual and the only thing that I can have (that is straight) is my hair. Red, purple streak, shortish. I love my hair.
I straighten it, and I brush my teeth, and then I walk out the door. I walk down to the bus stop, and I plug my earbuds into my phone. I put the earbuds in, and I look through my music. I'm thinking more... Jamie's Elsewhere, They Said A Storm Was Coming. I love that band. I love everything. The bus pulls up, and I climb on. The preps look at me, I hate preps.
I correct my earlier statement, I love everything today EXCEPT PREPS!
"Is everything okay, Dork?"
"Just great, nothing wrong here," I reply through gritted teeth.
A few terrible minutes later, (it was made better by BMTH, Jamie's Elsewhere, Melanie Martinez, and Twenty One Pilots.) The bus pulls into the parking lot. We all exit, and then I start searching for Ben. Maybe I will find him, first.
As I look for him, I somehow manage to run right into him. I start to mini hyperventilate. Crap, not this again! He hugs me. Gentle? Where's the fun in that? His eyes travel down, I choose to believe that he is looking at my outfit, but I know better. I smile, I know better, and I know what is going on.
I look at his shirt, 3 Cheers For Sweet Revenge, nice. My smile widens.
"What are you smiling at?" He laughs.
"Nothing," I shake my head.
"No, tell me!" He says.
"Well, I sorta had a dream like this last night. And no, don't be getting any ideas my dreams are freaky random." My face burns, and I see a smile creeping up on his lips. He tries to hide it.
"I wasn't going to," He steps back, hands up, obviously fighting down a smile, "I was just thinking you might be psychic."
"That would be so cool!" After a few seconds, I notice that his attention is somewhere else.
"What are you staring off into space for? I don't get to keep my thoughts, so cough it up."
"Nothing. And it really is nothing. I just blanked for a minute." He says. I nod, and then I turn and skip to class. He makes me so happy, he brings out the hidden prep, the one I locked away. I never wanted to be one. She was too mean, too dumb, too self-centered. He unlocked her, but only for a second. I lock her away again.
