The Art of All Things Cliche

Chapter-Two

Thank the heavens above! It's hard to beat the feeling you get when you walk out of school, friends by your side, and all of your finals finished and put behind you. Especially when it means you have finished yet, another year of high school.

In my head my curly brown hair is blown behind me because of wind that comes out of no where and hits only my hair. (Mine and no one elses) with sunglasses down, a total "I'm the shit" look on my face, and heart pumping walk out music that gets you riled up and ready to ponce, like a total badass. In my head at least; I probably look like a freak.

"This break is going to be so awesome!" My best friend of 7 years, Peyton, sequels into my ears.

"Tell me about it! I just got paid so we can go shopping. Also," I direct my attention to our newly found friend Nathan. "We can all go see that movie you've been dying to watch!"

"Yeah, we should totally go to McDonalds afterwards. Maybe that one ice cream place you guys mentioned a while back."

Nathan just moved here not to long ago. Both Peyt and I are involved in music and our band director had told us that we were getting a new tenor player later on in the year. When we found out we had made it our life goal to make him feel welcome and become good friends with him, knowing how hard it is for the kids at our school to accept anyone or anything new. A couple weeks after Mr. Tykes had told us, he finally showed up. We introduced ourselves in band. The next day we had found out that we had our first hour class with him. We started talking to him there and became pretty good acquaintances. Later on that day he walked past us on our way to lunch and invited him to join us. We explained to him how our group of friends are a little bit more odd then the rest of the teens here. They eat their lunch in the cafeteria, we eat our lunch in the band office or hall way. And for good reason to. The band commons is one of the best places to be. Music is always going on. The kids in the jazz choir like to sing random tunes while they eat. There are practice rooms to practice instruments in, which despite what people say, are not sound prof. And there's always people at the end of the hall jamming out on acoustic guitars and singing famous pop songs. They're fabulous murals that have to do with music painted on every wall, shelves and shelves full of old records, and cabinets over flowing with all types of sheet music. A dedicated teen musician can only appreciate the beauty of it all. Anyways...

After we introduced him to our life style and the way we "roll", I guess you could say, he was hooked. We became good friends afterwards. He had told us about how four days before he moved he had come out to his best friend. I thought it was pretty cool that within a month of us being friends we were close enough that he could tell us something so personal and trust us with it.

"I still can't believe you haven't been to Sweeties yet!" I exclaim as I hook my arms through the both of theirs and lead them in the direction of Peyton's car. As we reached her car we all burst into laughter as Nathan told us about a memories we all made this year that were his favorite.

I stopped frozen in my tracks. My face turned blank and all laughter had immediately died.

What the heck was he doing on the hood of Peyton's car?!

"What the heck Parker? haven't you any respect for others things? I bought this car with my own money, that I worked incredibly hard for." Peyton yelled at the little prick.

"Seriously Parker, just...just go. Okay? I have to deal with you enough this summer as is, just let me have a moment with my friends."

Surprising he got up and walked over to me, lowering his head so it was level with my ear.

He whispered "Okay, I was going to tell you something but, I guess it can wait."

You can hear the smirk on his face.

He backed Off and started to walk away as I yelled after him.

"What? Parker! what are you talking about?"

"Uh uh sweet heart! It can wait, seeing as you have important things to do."

Tired of him, I hope into the back seat of her car and wait for Peyton and Nathan to get in. As they do Nathan asks "What do you mean all summer?"

"Oh," I explain "Our parents are best friends."

And he lives right next door to me. The window to his room faces the window to mine. Could this get anymore cliche?

~A/N~

Probably a weird place to stop... Noted.

This whole story is a rough draft. I plan on rewriting a lot and editing it more in depth once I finish the book.

As always, tell me what you think!

-Shae