The year of 2001
"But what if it is?"
"But what if it isn't?"
"I promise you it is."
"And I promise you it isn't.
I stopped and faced him, looking him right in the eyes with a smile. "But what if it is?"
"Y/n, your crazy. Dragons are not fucking real." Brent sighed. Brent Wilson was my closest and practically only real life friend. I do talk to this girl named Hayley Williams over MySpace sometimes but I don't know her in real life. Whatever.
"Thats what they all tel-" I got cut off by his small Nokia phone ringing.
"Hello?" He answered. "Okay. I'll be there soon. Bye." Brent looked at me and sighed, most of his long black hair covering his eyes. "I've gotta head home."
"Oh okay. Same time tomorrow?" I ask as he starts to walk off, ice cream cone in hand.
"Yeah." He replies, tugging down his too small , plain red shirt that paired with his black and white flannel and black jeans.
"Bye." I wave and turn around, heading the other way so I can take the shortcut home. I hurridly ate my ice cream, praying it didn't melt on my new tee-shirt.
It's was a blue v-neck with PINK in black letters. When I got dressed, I just threw on some black shorts and black knee socks with matching black, lowcut tennishoes.
Finishing the cone, I walked further down the cracked up sidewalk, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my skin and the slight rustle of the leaves from the wind.
I seriously need to get outside more. I stay in my room, talking to Hayley on Myspace and I sit and strum my guitar or I just hang out with Brent inside. I need a life desperately, but I have to admit that it's fun pissing Brent off by doing girly hairstyles in his long hair.
I was caught up in my thoughts and didn't even realize that I was close to my neighborhood. I kept walking, humming Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Both Of Us. It was a classic emo jam.
I was halfway through the song when I heard something behind me. I craned my head to see what the sound was and I saw less than five feet infront of me was a person sprinting full speed. I didn't have time to process what was happening so I was tackled straight to the concrete sidewalk.
Hissing in pain, I grabbed my elbow which was now warm and wet with blood. Damnit. I look over to my left and see a boy with short brown hair struggling to catch his breath.
"Hey. Are you okay?" I ask, my voice strained a little bit.
The boy looked up at me with large, whiskey colored doe eyes. He simply nods. I stand up, immediatly shifting my weight to my right leg as my left knee was terribly scratched.
I offered my right hand to help him up which he hesitantly accepts.
"I-im really sorry. It's just that i-"
"It's okay. I've had worse from my skateboard." I chuckled.
The boy opens his mouth as if he were going to say something but doesn't. It took me a moment to realize that he had on a My Chemical Romance tee.
I smiled. "MCR. I love them."
"Oh. Uh, I-i do too. Obviously."
"My favorite song by them is Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Eno-"
" My favorite song by them is Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Eno-"
"Holy shit." I laughed as we both said the same thing.
