Life Is Beautiful » Lil Peep ✔

~~part 2~~

Gus had put in his earbuds and put on a playlist of his favorite bands and rappers. He had gotten in the passenger seat of his mother's Chevy Traverse to get to school. Liza got in next him and started the vehicle.

"Gus, I wish you would talk to me. I know you're upset about your father leaving but I miss the old you." The boy just stared out the window at the garage wall--causing his mother to sigh. "I love you, Gustav."

She backed out of the double garage and shut the black garage door. She pulled out of their drive and to the end of the road she and five other couples lived on. As she drove down the back roads and highways to get to her son's school, Liza heard the hum of her car motor, the faint noise of Gustav's music, and her radio playing Christan music in the background. She eventually had to turn the windshield wipers on high.

The pink-and-black haired boy cleared his throat and readjusted his seat position--but his eyes never left the rain out the window. Liza could feel the tautness radiating off him. She stopped at a stoplight and looked over at the 16-year-old. Gustav's eyes were closed.

The older woman ignored the younger male in her passenger seat and kept driving. Liza pulled up to the high school and Gus got out.

As he turned to grab his bag, he saw his mother's hand reached out. He handed her his cigarettes. She put them in the cupholder and reached her hand out again. Gus rolled his eyes and gave her his lighter as well. She smiled a content smile.

The boy got his Adidas bag, shut the door to the car, and started walking in the school. He walked into the cafeteria and looked around--making sure no one was watching him. He snuck down the hall where he was met with the main hall. He walked to an empty multi-purpose room and opened the door. He shut the door quietly and sat in front of it. He got his phone out of his pocket and was consulted with his background--it reading Wish I died instead of lived in Russian (Жаль, что я умер, а не жил).

He skipped one of Future's songs and unlocked his phone. Gus sighed at the second part of his screen background--Bullet in my head, knife in my back (Пуля в голове, нож в спине). He looked up slightly and saw a table with some boxes on it. That wasn't here last Friday. Eh, it's a multi-purpose room--I'm sure it's nothing.

Gus realized how happy the dark, silent room made him as he listened to My Chemical Romance's Sleep. He went to his browser and went to the car dealership website his cousin worked at. He needed a car but needed something cheap since his mother told him he had to buy it with his under minimum wage job. It was stupid but he didn't really mind.

He found a few different sports cars for under $30,000 but none really fit his wants; or price. He didn't want to blow over $18 Grand on a car if it was used. If anything, he was just gonna save up for a brand new, older car or even a truck.

He stopped stressing over what his mother wanted and checked his social media platforms.

He went to Twitter and scrolled; seeing memes, ridiculous headlines, and random shit. He went to Tumblr and scrolled; seeing mainly the same stuff but a few aesthetically pleasing pictures thrown in there every now and then. He went to Instagram and scrolled; he saw nothing of his interest in his feed so he checked his DM's and saw a bunch of girls from anywhere but his school try to flirt with him. He rolled his eyes.

I suddenly have much respect for people who use Facebook more than people who use anything else, even Wattpad. But then he went to Facebook and immediately left. The first thing on his feed was his last family picture with his father his mother had posted only an hour earlier.

He sighed, stopped his music, and went to YouTube to watch one of his favorite compilations of Vines.

Gus played with his lip as he watched a few videos for around 20 minutes until the bell rang. He opened the door slowly and saw people making their way to the classrooms on the second and third floors. He crept his way out of the obscure room and made his way to his first class on the second floor: Advanced Art.

He walked into the propped open door and sat at his table of just himself. He had his phone under the table, looking through his streaks and sending back since he didn't go through them before. He heard a chair move and he looked up seeing a girl.

She had black hair, emerald green eyes, and makeup done perfectly in Gustav's opinion. She had on a Nine Inch Nails shirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of Chuck Taylor All Star GR82's.

She smiled--Gus had a straight face. She sat at the boy's table. He looked her up and down but moved on and propped his head on his arm, looking at his streaks once again. He finished returning his streaks and looked back up.

The girl was still there.

Her eyes met Gustav's. He looked her up and down again. She smiled... again. "Hi, I'm Ivy."

He swallowed his saliva and got out his MacBook. He opened it and went to his assignments for Trigonometry. Every-now-and-then, he would glance up at the girl and she would be drawing or looking at her MacBook. Eventually, their eyes met once again. Gus looked at his tattooed hands and red nails.

"Are you mute or do just like... not like me?"

"It's not you," Gus grunted to himself but Ivy heard it.

"Okay, that's good." She sounded content but doubt was showing as well. Three popular girls--who all looked like Regina from Mean Girls--came over to their table.

"Hey, why're you sitting with the emo kid? You belong in our group," the main girl said. Ivy looked at Gus who had a dismal look on his face.

Ivy's nostrils flared slightly at the term the girl used. "No thanks, I think I'll stay with the "emo kid"." She held emo kid in air quotes; Gus side smiled.

The three girls rolled their eyes and went back to their table. "You didn't have to do that."

"But I did. Still, it's no problem." They sat in silence for a second or two. "You don't talk very often. Do you?"

Gus shook his head. "I've spoken to you more in the past three minutes than I have my mom in five years."

"Rough--but I can relate. I think we're gonna be good friends..." She trailed off her sentence to get the boy's name.

He just looked at her, waiting to see if she was done talking.

"Oh, wait. I forgot I haven't told you my name!" He chuckled slightly and palmed his forehead. "It's Gustav, but uh, people call me Gus."