A/N These first parts are how the relationship started, and the mindset within the months leading up to the relationship ENJOY!
I can still recall my mental state the first time we had an actual interaction. I had moved from a small private school to a at the time big middle school. Drugs, liquor, and depression ran rapid through the school. I could see kids arms scared up and down as a form of self medication and self mutilation. The druggies always were around the same locker in the same math hallway every morning and passing period. The soon to be alcoholics were usually by a locker two down from the stoners. You, you roamed the halls intermingling with the various nerds, band geeks, stoners, alcoholics, and sex crazed teenagers down the halls yelling about the same boy months before you and I spoke.
The first thing I noticed about you was the greenish-blue hair that was in a braid. I complimented you as you turned smiling thanking me while shutting your yellow kick locker. As you walked into the class left to your locker I walked to the gym down the hall and to my left. I knew at that moment that you seemed like someone I wanted to be friends with. I walked into gym.
This was the first day of actual gym. For two weeks we had been sitting on bleachers doing nothing. We walked into the locker room to change. My locker was so tall I had to sit on the bench to open the lock. That day was the first time I'd changed in front of girls I hadn't ever really seen before.
As we made our ways out of the locker rooms in our baggy shorts and loose gray shirts with our names across then I'm black marker everyone was talking with their friends about the summer. We are put into groups and given various balls. Kids asked me where I came from and basic information about my life. Someone said something about the pansexual, green haired, freak. I turned my head. It was a nicely dressed band geek with gelled hair. It was your ex-datemate. I was interested and inserted myself into the conversation.
A/N I'll be looking to update more later today and this week. My goal is to update as much as possible! ♡♡♡
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