Why-A Merome Story

Hey guys! Whats up, and I'm here with the first chapter I my new story!! Yayyyy. If you haven't read the first story, go check it out. (Merome: Forever and Always). Anyway, enjoy the first chapter!

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Mitch's P.O.V.

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"Hey Mitch!" Jerome said, switching his facecam on. Since we haven't seem each other in a few months since he went back home, we've been Skyping at least five times a day.

"Hey." I reply with a smile. Jerome and I continue to ramble on about our life's until we both have to go and record videos with some different people.

For the next few hours, I find myself recording with a bunch of awesome people I know like Adam, Munching Brotato, Ian and even Jerome.

I turned off my recording stuff and computer and decided that I should go out for dinner. Maybe some where nice...?

I got dressed in an acceptably nice outfit and grabbed my keys and headed out the door towards my car.

*At some fancy restaurant*

"How many people do you have with you, sir?" A waitress asked me, with a fake smile glued on her face. I looked around a little to see if it looked like anyone was with me. The girls smile disappeared. "I'm being payed to ask stupid questions." She told me and led me to a table next to a window.

"I'm Harper Thrush. I will be your waitress tonight. I like to call myself your personal slave. ((Thank you hitstar7))" Harper laughed and gave me a menu before walking off.

As I sat and flipped through the menu, my mouth watered. I haven't really eaten anything all day so I'm ready to eat.

Harper comes back and I tell her that I want some pasta dish that I can't pronounce to save my life. She simply wrote my order down and walked away.

As I waited for my food, I observed the people around me. There were at least two people at every table, laughing and enjoying each others company. I wish everyone wasn't busy or on vacation because I could totally be with someone right now.

I kept looking around the crowded room until someone walked up to me. "Hey Mitch!" they said in a cheerful voice. It was Luke Haddon. He was dressed in a waiters uniform, carrying around a bucket full of dishes.

"Hey Luke, I haven't seen you since last month, even though we are neighbors." I said with a laugh. He nodded and then we agreed to get together someone. Then Luke had to get back to work.

A few minutes later, Harper came back with my food. It looked amazing and I thanked her before she disappeared into another room.

I sat there for around thirty minutes, eating in silence. Why do I have to be so lonely all the time? Why can't anyone just make time to hang out with me now days?

Soon, Harper comes back with my bill. It's pretty cheap for a fancy place like this, but then again I am a party of one. I give my card to Harper and she leaves and comes back with it. I thank her again.

"Hey, uh, I never got your name." She said leaning against my table. I looked up from where I was adjusting the position of plate that was in my way. "Oh, I'm Mitchell Hughes." I tell her, "but most people just call me Mitch."

Harper smiles and scribbles something down on a slip of paper and hands it to me. I read it quickly and realized that it was her phone number. "You seem nice, we should hang out sometime." She says before walking away.

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Jerome's P.O.V.

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I walked into the high school in my town and went into the office. The school asked me to come in and hang out with some of the students, so I agreed and here I am.

"Hello, I'm Jerome Aceti." I tell the lady at the desk. She gives me a warm smile and gives me a guest pass and directs me to a room to meet some teacher by the name of Mrs. Franklin.

I reach the classroom and walk in. The class is ready filled with students that are chatting with each other. I walk up to who I assume Mrs. Franklin is because of her gray hair and round glasses.

"You must be Mr. Aceti!" she squeals as I reach her and shake her hand. "And you must be Mrs. Franklin." I reply.

Mrs. Franklin turns to the class and gets their attention. "Everyone, this is Mr. Aceti. He will be joining us for the next few weeks." Everyone in the class mutters some kind of welcome and goes back to work.

Mrs. Franklin tells me to take a seat, to I walk to the back of the class room and sit next to a blonde boy that has his head down scribbling notes down on a paper, even though Mrs. Franklin hasn't told them to do anything.

I lean towards the boy and notice that he is drawing. It is a picture of a willow tree with a gravestone under it. It truly is a work of art.

"That's a wonderful picture." I tell him and he quickly shuts the journal he was drawing in and turns to me.

"Um, thanks." He says awkwardly. He taps his fingers on the desk as if he is scared to talk to me. "What's your name?" I ask him hoping to make him feel less awkward.

"I'm Loui Waters." He begins. "And it's very nice to meet you Mr. Aceti. Thanks for talking to me." Loui turns so his face in looking at the desk.

"Call me Jerome. Mr. Aceti makes me feel old." I tell him and he laughs little. "I don't like feeling old because I turned twenty last month."

For the rest if the day, I basically met every person in all classes. Most people were the same, but I wondered about Loui. He seemed like something was wrong. And I wanted to know what.

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-Hstyler