Noctis shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small silver earring-looking thing. He leaned close to the mirror and stuck the straight side through the right side of his lower lip.
He grabbed his hoodie and walked timidly back downstairs. Leah walked out of the kitchen with one hand on her hip phone in the other, singing along to Die Young by Kesha (which was playing on the living room stereo). She had a good voice, great actually. It took him a moment for him to realize there was a second voice along with hers,(as it was coming from the other room), Vanz came sliding out of the kitchen on socks, singing into a Popsicle like a microphone.
He slowly clapped his hands as the song ended. Leah snapped her head up, unaware until then that he had been standing there at the entrance to the living room.
"Noctis! You could've said something!" She said.
"But your voice is beautiful, I didn't want to interrupt."
The song Sleeping with a Friend by Neon Trees came on and he began to sing and dance around with them like idiots.
A thought occurred to Vanz, His accent disappears when he sings.
Leah grabbed a pillow off the couch as another loud and fast song came on, slapping Vanz back to reality. She grabbed one off of the other end and hit Noctis causing an explosive pillow fight. They knocked him onto the couch and beat him with a pillow in each hand. The two girls plopped down into a chair together and laughed hysterically as Noctis flipped his hair, sending feathers flying. He lay back down and hung his arm off the edge of the couch. Leah stopped laughing,
"Noctis, your wrist is bleeding again."
He looked down, she was right, a thin stream of blood ran down his hand onto his fingers.
"Baiser cette merde!" He yelled, jumping up and running into the kitchen.
The girls looked at each other,
"Did he just?" Leah started.
"Yell something in French? Yeah." Vanz finished for her.
Leah got up, she had told Vanz about Noctis's wrists, so it hadn't phased her when his cuts began to bleed. She stood up and followed Leah into the kitchen to help out.
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White Lines
Teen FictionSTOP! READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Boys can have the same problems girls have. Boys can self harm, be depressed, hate their lives, hate themselves, be lonely, anything that a girl can be. No, that does not make those boys pussies or faggots...
