This is the song I mostly listened to when writing this. It's a good song- You Owe Me by The Chainsmokers. The video is kind of weird though.
After the rather awkward and very uncomfortable- in my opinion at least- game, Blake walked back into his room. I stayed in mine and finally got to read the comic book. It was actually okay, Blake seemed to have pretty decent taste in comic books.
I read very slowly, pausing all the time like I usually do. Like I said, I always make my books last longer. After a while of reading, I realized it was like two in the afternoon. I decided lunch sounded good so I walked down the stairs.
Standing in the kitchen was some guys I didn't recognize. I assumed it was Blake's friends, so I simply decided to walk back up the stairs to avoid social interaction. What can I say? Food tastes better when you don't have to communicate with other human beings before you eat. I turned around and was about to go back upstairs when I heard:
"Hey! Noah, right?" Shit. They saw me. I don't really get social cues, so I bolted up the stairs. Okay, now before you judge me, you have to understand that people really aren't my thing. Unless said people are superheros. And fictional.
Blake and his friends were still downstairs after a little while, so I decided that if I wanted food I had two options; to not speak to them, which posed the problem of hunger, or to talk to them and get food, which posed the problem of talking to them. Which means that they'll probably ask why I ran up the stairs when they attempted to talk to me, and since I didn't have an actual answer to that, I was screwed. I had just decided that even hunger was better than that, because at this point I figured I'd survive hunger and dehydration longer than I would talking to people. Speaking of, my first day of school tomorrow was going to suck. Remember those friends I had told you I had? Yeah, that's the school they go to, since they had always lived in the 'nice' kind of neighborhood. I had grown up in the shitty neighborhood, you know; the one where everyone rolls up the window when they drive near, and keep a close eye on their wallets if they're on foot. Living there kind of sucked, if I'm being honest.
Anyways, now I'm going to a normal school, not one that's only there because it's required by law, or something like that. I really never cared enough about that school or any of the people in it to figure that out. I mean, I got beat up everyday there, because kids found out that I listened to what they like to call 'obscure music'. I guess they thought that was funny. I still do listen to that kind of music.
Prior to when I had started being beat up, I had been trying to be like every other kid, before I realized something that I still live by- that these people's opinions don't matter. I like to listen to Black Veil Brides. You like to listen to pop music. Who gives a shit either way?
Anyways, as I was saying, I heard Blake yell my name from downstairs, so I left my room. Honestly I was kind of happy to leave my room. I was getting pretty bored.
I walked down to the stairs and looked around to see that the pack of teenage boys had migrated to the living room. Nice.
"Hobbit! Come and play basketball with us!" Blake smiled. Instead of responding, I turned around to walk back up the stairs. Which was a bad idea, as my scrawny self is evidently no match for a group of teenage boys, which I only managed to realize by the time I had made it halfway up the stairs. You can pretty much guess what happened after that.
Regardless of how, I ended up on our driveway. [I made or may not have been thrown over some random tall person's shoulder].
"Noah, have you ever played basketball before?" Blake asked me.
"Probably not." One of his friends said. They all began to laugh, except of course Blake. He glared at his friends a little bit until they shut up. I didn't mind, I was pretty used to being insulted and laughed at. However, I had played basketball before though. Actually, that's all I've done for gym for the past seven years.
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Stepbrothers
Teen FictionNoah Storme's mother died when he was six. Seven years later, his dad finally married a nice woman named Claire. However, Claire is the mother of the three most popular guys at Noah's new high school, Jacob, Josh, and Blake, Noah's new stepbrothers.