A L W A Y S [Tomark]

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I didn't want to move schools, but since I decided to be a dumb ass, I had to. I was expelled for getting drunk at my school's basketball game. I didn't want to make new friends, I didn't want to restart everything. I was deep in thought, looking out the car window, then my mother snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"Tom! Tommy boy, are you listening to me?"
"Yes?" I replied to her.
"Well I think don't think you were, but I was saying, I think you'll like your new school." I nodded.
"I'm still disappointed in you for doing what you did." I grunted in response, no longer wanting to speak about that subject. We arrived at my new school and I sighed.
"At least give it a chance Tommy." She said to me.
"Yeah yeah." I muttered, and proceeded to exit the car.
"I love you honey!" She called through the car's open window. Thank you, that's not at all embarrassing..
"I love you too." I mumbled and walked away, with my skateboard in my hand. It was already past when school usually started so everyone was in class. I walked in and the office was right there.
"Hello, I'm a new student and I'm here to see Mr.Romain." I told the secretary.
"One moment please. Mr.Romain, there's a new student here to see you." She spoke into a small phone on her desk. I heard a muffled voice through the phone and she told me to go in. I walked over to the door and opened it. I seen an older man with dark hair, a bit of grey in it, wearing glasses and had dark grey-blue eyes. He looked up at me.
"Mr.Delonge I assume." I nodded.
"Nice to meet you sir." I replied. He stuck he hand over and I shook his hand.
"Take a seat son and I'll give you your school schedule." I set my backpack down, leaned my skateboard on the chair and took a seat. He flipped through a few papers and pulled one out.
"Here we are." He said and passed it over to me.
"I'll have Anne show you around, considering the fact you have all the same classes." He told me.
He turned on the P.A. and called this girl Anne down.
"Anne Hoppus, Anne Hoppus, please come down to the office." He announced. Moments later, a blonde girl walked into his office.
"You wanted to see me Mr.Romain?" She questioned.
"Yes, take a seat." He motioned to the seat beside me. "I would like you to meet Tom, and you both have the same classes so I would like you to show him around." He continued. She nodded.
"That is all, you both may leave." He finished. We both got up and I opened the door.
"Ladies first." I stated. She smiled. The blonde and I walked in the hall and she introduced herself.
"Hey, I didn't really introduce myself, I'm Anne Hoppus." She told me.
"I'm Thomas, Thomas Delonge, but you can call me Tom." I replied.
"Well nice to meet you Tom." We shook hands.
"Nice to meet you too."
I looked at my schedule. Great, Math class.
"This way to Math." She led me up stairs and down a hall.
"Hi Ms.Fay, I brought a new student." She told who I assume is Ms.Fay.
"Hello, I'm Ms.Fay and you are?"
"Tom." I bluntly answered.
"Well Tom, you can sit next to Mr.Barker. Wave to Tom dear." She said to someone named Barker? Then a boy with a mohawk waved. I walked over and quickly sat in the empty seat next to him.
"Hi, I'm Tom." I introduced.
"Cool." He replied bluntly, clearly not giving a shit.
"Whatever." I mumbled.

The bell rang so I exited the classroom and waited for Anne. I saw her talking with a purple haired guy, a couple inches shorter than me. I saw his eyes, they were bright blue, the same colour as the ocean and I was mesmerized by the shade of blue, my eyes are just a shitty brown colour. He hugged her and left. He must be her boyfriend I guess..
She saw me and walked over.
"K next we have music." She told me.
"Really?! Yes!" I exclaimed.
"Into music?" She asked.
"Yeah, I play guitar and sing a bit aha.." I answered.
"You gotta show me!" She grinned. We began walking to the music room.
"I-I don't know... Maybe." I stammered.
"Awh cmon!" She poked me.
"Fine fine." I gave in.
"Yay! Hey you know what, my brother plays bass. You guys should totally meet." She remembered.
"Yeah, sure." I replied. We entered the music room and it was instruments galore. It was any musicians dream, definitely better than my old schools music room. I saw an electric guitar and immediately walked over to it and picked it up. I started to play a few chords from a song I wrote.
"Hey what is that it sounds good!" Anne asked me.
"Oh it's just something I wrote.. I want to start a band." I confessed.
"I think you totally should." She told me.

The bell rang and Anne said it was time for lunch. I followed her to the cafeteria and to a table with the same purple haired guy sitting there and a couple other guys including the Barker guy from Math class.
"Hey Mark! There's someone I want you to meet!" She motioned to me and then continued. "This is Tom." I was in a daze, I got lost in his ocean blue eyes and I was distracted by his bright purple hair. He was rather attractive. Attractive? Wait what? I'm straight aren't I? And then Anne disappeared.
"I'm Mark, Mark Hoppus, that was my sister Anne who was showing ya around. You can sit with us if you want." Mark patted the bench next to him. I quietly sat down, not knowing what to say or do. I was nervous because I found him quite good looking. I felt my face heat up slightly.
"So you play guitar?" He asked. I nodded.
"Cool, I play bass and sing, and Travis plays drums." He told me, motioning to the boy Travis who was also the same blunt guy from my Math.
"Oh cool. Are you guys like a band?" I asked quietly.
"No, but I want to start one, but we don't have a guitarist, I mean like I asked Matt here, since he plays but he didn't want to." He replied. I let out a quiet oh.
"Well I wouldn't mind being your guitarist, only if you want." I shyly offered. He smiled.
"I think I'd like that." His smile made me smile.
"I think I'd like that as well."

The rest of the day went by quick and I rode my skateboard home. I did things with my family for the evening and it was late. I plopped on my bed and quickly fell asleep.
I was glad I made a couple friends and maybe someone who could possibly even be more than a friend to me.