brown eyed boy

INTRO

(ages are adjusted)

*graham*
i had just moved from spondon, a little area in derbyshire that was permeated with many people, local businesses and culture. colchester was quite foreign to me, being that i had lived in an entirely different city for the majority of my life. it wasnt nearly as busy or diverse as my old city had been.

in colchester it was weird, the town was rather quiet and there were lots of single people and couples, but few actual families, and they were mostly upperclass. it was bland compared to spondon. my new house was bigger though, which i guess is a little bit of an upgrade.

it wasn't really the greatest that next day if i'm honest. almost suddenly after eating breakfast, i realised that i wouldn't have my old friends to talk to at my new school. all ties had been sadly cut, give or take 2 or 3 kids. i had already started to miss them when i got to school then. it was gonna be hard.

i was nervous, how was i going to make any new friends with how shy i am? there were kids scattered all through the hallways, talking and playing around. there were also random shouts from the particularly rowdy kids. plenty of opportunities to make friends, but i was just too scared i'd say something wrong and ruin everything. 14 year olds can be harsh.

i clutched my bookbag as i made my way down to my first class.

gym.

the worst class. i hated physical activity in all forms; i was nowhere near athletic.

i approached the physical education hallway and timidly, i walked into the locker room. dingy green lockers lined the walls of the small room, and it reaked of sweat.

i avoided the other boys at all costs. i was terrified they'd see me naked and make fun of me so i decided it would be best to change in the bathroom. i put my bag in a random locker, not bothering to lock it, grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed up in the farthest stall away from the bathroom entrance.

the gym was rather small compared to the majority of the school, but it was perfect considering it was only 3 years that used it.

i sat down on the old wood bleachers and waited for the teacher to come out of their office and give instruction.

while i was waiting, a boy with dirty blonde hair came up to me and looked down at my feet. i was hoping he'd just ignore me and go away, but he unfortunately did not and made a comment bragging about his shoes. "your brogues a crap, mate. look, mine are the proper sort!"

just great, i thought. the first person i talked to in this school made me feel bad, and i wasn't even 20 minutes into the day! i looked down and spoke something under my breath. "thanks. good to see this school houses right assholes." "woah woah, don't take it personally, i was just jokin'. everyone's got crap shoes here anyway."

"what's your name? i'm damon, but you can call me 'love' if you really wanna." he smirked. i could tell this kid was the snarky type.

"um, no, thanks. and uh.. my name's graham.." there was a bit of an awkward silence.

"great to meet you. ya like any music?"

i pondered on my answer for a moment. this was the only opportunity i had to make a friend, and i didn't wanna fuck it up and be friendless because he didn't like the music i like.

i bit my lip. "i, uh, i like the human league and xtc.. the beatles are my favorite band i think.." the boy's face lit up, and i caught glimpse of his sky blue eyes and crooked tooth. "brilliant! i love league and xtc. two of my favorite bands. i quite like the jam and madness too. ya heard of those?"

i was relieved to find he enjoyed the same music as myself.

"i've heard of the jam, havent taken time to listen to em' yet. madness is a fantastic band." damon grinned toward me. "i think we'll be pretty neat mates, then." i agreed.