love lies - a Jacklyn, marvey and Randy fanfiction

Ch 1, really?

Disclaimer, i do not own roadtrip, and i never will. This story is fiction, please don't ever imagine any of this happens in real life. I'm British so they're in year 10, they're about 16. In America thats freshman year of high school.
They do some illegal shit i know, but its not real so aha.

Self harm warning x

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Andys pov,

Being "quiet, lonely" boy didnt suck that much. People left me alone, i didnt get bullied or hurt by the annoying popular kids, i was just me.

What did suck was being called "gothic" and "emo'. No, i am not. That is what you call people like Michael Cobban, im actually a happy person. I love music and i sing too much. My mom and i live in quite a small flat, so i dont sing very often, i do not want to get evicted due to noise complaints.

Today was the first day back after autumns half term holiday. I pulled up my bag tightly to my back and turned up my music, desperately trying to tune out people i didnt care about. Basically, everyone.

I grabbed all my books out of my locker and headed along to my first lesson, music.

It was the only lesson i enjoyed. I was normally allowed to sneak off to the recording area and record a few very very minor demos, just on the off chance i would ever get spotted.

I entered the classroom and took a seat in the back corner, slouching down and starring into space.

"Ok class, today is the start of your assessment, to write, perform and record a song and music video. I know how amateur these will be but this counts as 90% of your grade. I will be choosing groups." Mr Dreelan spoke, standing in front of the class.

I watched as some students smiled in delight at their partners whilst other groaned in disagreement. I was just hoping i didnt get paired with intolerable idiots, and then i got paired with intolerable idiots.

I was called first for my group, then michael cobban, the emo bad boy. He had blacked dyed hair, tattoos, piercings, eyeliner and very large band tshirts. He shrugged and sat down quickly.

Next up was Jack Duff, the overly horny man slut. He would actually fuck a chair. He hadnt ever come out as bisexual or pansexual, he just did whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Jack smirked and sat down crossing his legs.

Then Brooklyn Wyatt was called, and he jumped up grinning. He never really stopped smiling, he was so positive. The girls found him "cute" and ever since he came out as gay, every girl wanted a best friend like brook. On Valentine's day, he got cards asking about friends and many saying 'be my friend'. He was the cliche best friend to the most popular girl of the school, Loren Gray.

Lastly, mr dreelan called out the one and only Rye Beaumonts name. I saw jack smirk mischievously as rye walked over grumpily. He didnt look happy about the group he got into. Rye is the king of this hell hole, he's the best sport player, dating the hottest girl in school (Loren) and is one of the most breathtakingly gorgeous people you will ever meet. Probably also the meanest.

"You have until the 10th of February to finish these. That gives you a few months. Please find time outside of these lessons to practice. Good luck" mr dreelen exited the small classroom and sat in his office, gently playing his guitar and ignoring all the complaints.

i decided not to say anything, only stand up and walk to the studio. Our school had a drum studio and a recording one, like i said before i use the recording one a lot. Nobody really uses it ever.

"Yo, where the fuck you going?!" I heard rye shout, i just carried on walking. Michael got the same idea as me and followed. Brooklyn was smiling (still) as he skipped along, jack smirking at brook flirtingly.