Table for Five

We're only liars

"You can't be serious!" I laughed,
"That actually happened, and the funniest part, that girl thought I was Patrick!" Pete grinned as he told a story which made Patrick blush severely.
Pete cleared the hair from out of his face with one, swift, swipe. We chatted some more until the bell rang.
"Well, I guess this is it. What's your next class?"
I finally hear Patrick speak up. I looked at him and smiled, he shifted his fedora and waited for me to get my schedule out.
"Math." I sighed, ugh, math. I hate math.
"Oh! Us too!" Patrick squealed. I giggled at his tone ,"That's my favorite class," I could see Pete cringe from behind me," the teacher is amazing."
Pete shook his head, "And math is still hell."
I nodded, "true dat!" I could hear Patrick laughing. I tried to involve myself as much as I could in this moment. No one had spoken to me for months, besides Brendon. But now, it feels like I have real friends.
I've never really had "guy friends" before, but I've been told it is a sacred thing.
We continued to talk and laugh. Patrick suggested I meet their other friends, Andy and Joe.
I agreed and we went off to find them.
"JOOOOEEEE?" Pete yelled around the corner of the classroom.
I heard a faded yell back," PETEEEE?"
Pete smiled and greeted his friend with a complicated handshake.
"Who's the beauty?" Joe asked Pete, speaking in my direction.
"Her name is Brooklyn, she's from New York."
"Like Brooklyn, New York?" Joe smiled as I nodded.
"Well, Brooklyn, it's nice to meet you." He knelt down and kissed the top of my hand.
"Back at you." I blushed.
I looked at the other boy standing next to him. He just smiled and made no effort to even speak to me. He adjusted his sunglasses and held up a peace sign. Just then, the bell went off.
We all rushed to our next class (which happened to be math for all of us).
As we entered I walked next to Joe,
"New girl, huh?" The large man who appeared to be the teacher said.
"Yes sir!"
"Keep away from this one, he's no good." He jokingly said ruffling Joe's hair.
He rolled his eyes and gave me a seat next to him.
As class began I took notes just as I always did. I was very concentrated on my notes until a note appeared on my desk.
I like you. You're funny. I'm adopting you as my little sister. Okay?
-Joe & Pete

I looked up the boys who smiled back and waved. I nodded and winked.
Suddenly a marker came flying through the air and hit Pete straight in the back of the head.
"WENTZ! Get your eyes off the girl and back to the book."
Pete blushed a deep red and turned away from me, Patrick made a face at the teacher when he wasn't looking. I giggled.
As class concluded the teacher, who I now knew was named Mr. Brown searched the student's notes.
"What's this?" He stated as he picked up my notebook. I freaked out.
"I-I.. um. Well, I write notes as.. well... drawings? I can read them.. is that okay?"
He smiled down at me,
"As long as you understand them. Go nuts."
I heard Joe giggle after he said nuts.
"Mature Trohman, now she certainly won't like you."
He rolled his eyes again, Mr. Brown nodded approvingly at his paper.
"Alright you emo, what have you got to offer?" Pete grinned and handed him the paper.
"What the.... heck... is this? Are these song lyrics?" Pete nodded proudly.
Mr. Brown shook his head, "Oh boy.. I hope this new girl fixes you. Don't break this one."
He smiled and looked at me, Pete winked and I giggled and blushed, trying to hide my face.
Mr. Brown raised an eyebrow, exchanged glances with both of us and did that I'm watching you thing at Pete.
I felt very odd and jumpy with Pete, and Brendon.
We left that class and continued to art class. As I entered the room I felt warmth flow over me like a blanket. I felt my eyes widen, I felt my heart skip a beat. A slow smile formed on my lips.
As my eyes scanned the room the smile widened until I was grinning ear to ear.
The paintings hanging all around the room, some famous, some done by students. The sculptures, the pure talent collected in the room amazed me.
My eyes settled on the boys who were staring back at me, Joe looking at me as if he knew something I didn't.
Patrick patted on the seat next to him. He took off his fedora and ran his fingers through his hair. He took out his notebook covered in pictures and quotes. I looked over to Pete's notebook, his to, covered. Joe and Andy followed suit.
I looked down at my own, boring. Just plain, but my mother's writing still sang to me, Art.
I ran my fingers over the marks, remembering how she used to hold me.
Her writing had always made me feel safe, like I could do anything.
I don't know why, but her writing is so neat and clean, it makes me feel so... excited.
This room smelt of new paint and clean canvases. Long, black tables were scattered throughout the room. The room seemed to hold a lot more kids than others. The grin had still not escaped my lips, in fact it grew. It grew to a childish smirk when I caught Pete staring at me.
"Hey guys! What's up?" A small woman entered the room, she had shoulder length, silver hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hey Ms. Fleming!" I heard the whole class say.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You are going to fit right in here, I know it." Patrick's voice assured me.
This is where I belong.