The Story of the Teenage Dirtbag

The Unexpected Houseguest

Disclaimer: I do not own this song by Linkin Park.

"When you were standing in the wake of devastation, When you were standing in the wake of devastation, And with the cataclysm raining down, Insides crying, "Save me now!". You were there, impossibly alone. Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope, but failure's all you've known. Remember all the sadness and frustration, and let it go. Let it go." I sang while my slender fingers strummed against the neck of my Fender gutair. This was my favorite song to play. I mean, I could play other songs, but this one was my absolute favorite. The words just spoke to me.

I'm not popular in school, I'm an outcast. Nobody knows my name, and probably never will. I actually do well in school and sing in the talent shows, so I'm a 'girl'. I read comic books and wear Batman, Superman, and Spiderman shirts, so I'm a nerd. All of these traits have been the cause of my nickname. My nickname since 6th grade that has haunted me...

Teenage Dirtbag.

All over school I am known as the Teenage Dirtbag. Not my actual name, Luke Williams, but Teenage Dirtbag. It never made sense to me, but I guess it did to everyone else at my school. Literally everyone made fun of me for reasons which I will never know. Well, almost everyone made fun of me...

No. I refuse to mention her.

I sighed and sat my Fender back on it's stand and rubbed my face. She was what made me wake up everyday, what made my heart beat. But she wasn't mine. She was someone else's. The someone who founded my nickname.

Nickolas Smith.

He was the local star, but I preferred callig him the local jerkface.

I don't know why he hates me. He has just always hated me since we were younger. Seriously, I've never spoke a word to him.

He had everything I didn't. He had friends. He had money. He had a loving family. He had Noelle. As much as I hated to admit it, Nickolas Smith was dating my Noelle- I mean, just Noelle. 

Luckily, my thoughts were interrupted my a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

My mother opened the door. If you looked at her, then at me, you couldn't tell I was her son. She was tan, had freckles, and curly blonde hair. I was pale, and had straight black hair. But hey, I'm not complaining. I don't want to be tan, and have blonde hair. Curly, blonde hair. That would be horrible. Especially with freckles.

I shuddered at that thought.

"I have some news..." She looked at me with her dark, emerald green eyes.

"And that is...?" I asked. At home I hated to beat around the bush, but school is a different story...

"My friend Mariah's house burnt down this morning, and her and her daughter have nowhere to go, so I offered them a place here." She said.

Who the heck is Mariah?

"The repairs should be done before school starts back. They'll be here for lunch in ten minutes, so clean up." She continued, then left.

Not like having Kathleen around is bad enough, now some old lady and her bratty daughter is staying. Great. Just great. She's probably ten or something.

I sighed, and got up and went into my bathroom, almost- and I mean almost- fell over a pile of clothes in the process. 

I'm not a clean freak.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Random qoute from someone I forgot their name. Oh well. I remember three years from now when that information is useless. That's pretty much how my life works.

I went downstairs and my heart about stopped.

There standing by a middle aged woman, who I'm guessing is Mariah, was her.

Then I realized something...

Noelle was Mariah's daughter.

Noelle's house burnt down.

Noelle's house was going to take the WHOLE summer to rebuild.

And Noelle is going to be the unexpected houseguest.

Author's Note:

THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. I hope you all like it. Vote if you did, and comment for more :3