Call Me Mr. Benzedrine

My First Friend

(Patrick's P.o.v) 

I was walking down the street, my ear buds blaring Green Day. I found a small bookstore that had CDS and records in the back. I was looking through the CDs when a guy approached me. I jumped and said "What do you want from me? I'll give you anything!!" He seemed confused and said " I just wanted to compliment your taste in music.... " He gesturing to the Green Day CD in my right hand.  "Oh...I'm so sorry. I'm used to people being mean to me.... " My voice trailed off. "S-s-so, you l-like Gr-reen D-Day too?" I stuttered. He smiled "Like Green Day? I love them! How long have you been a fan?" "I-I grew up with this music. How about you?" We talked for a while and I eventually got comfortable with him. "I enjoyed talking to you...uh..." He said. " Oh, I'm Patrick! "I said, cursing myself for not telling him my name earlier. "Okay Patrick, I'm Joe. I was thinking maybe we could go get coffee sometime?" Joe said, smiling. "It's a date! I mean..that sounds great!" I blushed and nervously laughed after that. I walked home, more happy than I had been in a long time. At school I was bullied and made fun of for what I wore, how I looked, and my sexuality. Last year, in 9th grade, I came out as gay and everyone turned their backs on me. Joe seemed different, he was my age and went to my school, I just never paid attention to him.  When I got home I laid on my bed, a huge grin across my face. I had finally made a friend.

-THE NEXT MORNING -

Thankfully it was Saturday yesterday, as I woke up at lunch time. I stretched and got out of bed. There was a familiar smell drifting from the kitchen. I smiled and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My brother was at the table, when he saw me he smiled and said "Someone's happy today! I haven't seen you smile like that in forever!" He hugged me and I told him about meeting Joe. We talked until I was finished with my pancake. I walked back upstairs and the phone rang. I ran to the room beside mine, my mom's room, and answered the phone. "Hello?" I said. "Hi it's Joe, um..my friends Pete and Andy wanna meet you..so they're gonna come get coffee with us, if that's okay." I smiled " That's fine with me. "Alright. Be careful around Pete though...he's emo as heck." Joe warned, laughing . I laughed too "Oh no! My worst fear!" We talked for a few minutes until Joe had to leave. I sat on my bed, with a huge grin on my face. I tried to make a mental image of Pete. I imagined him as some pale teenager with black hair and tons of eyeliner.I laughed at my stereotype, I knew all emos weren't like that. I crossed my legs at my ankles and laid down. I fell asleep still trying to have a mental image of what Pete could look like.