"Can I sit here?" A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up and see a nervous, looking boy my age. Black hair, black skinny jeans, black My Chemical Romance shirt, brown eyes, and black converse. "O-of course you can." I stutter. Of course I had to stutter. Stupid me. "Thanks." He replies. I was listening to music but he distracted me and I couldn't help but notice how ho- STOP IT PHIL. I have so many arguments with myself in my head that I didn't even realize he was talking. "Hello?" He asks "Hey?" I say to him "What's your favorite color?" He's trying to get to know me I guess. "Yellow." I tell him. "Cool. Mines black." "I can kinda tell, you're wearing all black." I laugh at my statement and he smiles, his teeth are so white. Then the bus lurches forward and I hit my face on the seat. We have arrived at the worst place ever, school. I don't even know this boys name. I'll just call him dark. Dark stands up as everyone else does, I stand too. Then we all walk off the bus and walk into the school.
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You're My Nicotine
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a story about Dan, a quiet kid who doesn't talk much and likes history. He also draws and plays piano. Phil on the other hand is a new kid who loves to read and is a huge nerd. He also likes art.
