Robbie and Kosta have nothing in common.
Robbie is known as the 'emo kid' and only really has one true friend right now.
Kosta is known as the 'sporty kid' and has tons of friends that are mostly from basketball.
They only have one thing in common...
Kosta and I have been going out for a few weeks now and I fucking love it. I fucking love him. Even if I haven't said so. Every Monday we go to the garden shed to drink iced coffee and listen to music. The night after our first date I texted him saying that if he likes Panic! Then he should listen to MCR and now he is kind of obsessed. Every other day he texts me about his new favourite song. my favourites have been:
February 18th: okok why did I not realize that house of wolves is kinky af ;)
February 21st: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT CONVENTIONAL WEAPONS IS A THING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
February 22nd:
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February 25th: this is how I disappear is so underrated why does nobody talk about it
February 28th: I am currently crying over the only hope for me is you
I can't wait until tomorrow when I get to be in that tiny garden shed again. Add that to the list of things I never thought I'd think. I can't really talk to him in person much more than that. I wish I could, but I can't. Last night I spent the entire night trying to figure out how to help him come out to his parents. I want to help him, I really fucking do, but I can't. I can't do anything. I'm useless. I'm so fucking useless. I'm just another dumbass shithead on this shitty planet. Fuck this shit. Fuck life. Fuck stupid Christian parents that are most likely homophobic.
April 2nd
I'm up and ready to disappoint Tanner! Last night I fell asleep listening to a new song that Robbie recommended. The song is called 'to the end' and it's 100% my new favourite. I would text Robbie about it but today we get to meet in the garden at lunch so I'll tell him in person then. I need to look good for my date with Robbie today but not so good that other people notice. I substitute my usual grey sweatpants and red t-shirt for my light blue jeans and a purple sweater. Not too fancy, just different enough to look nice at lunch. I put on my favourite playlist as I sit impatiently on the bus. The genre goes back and forth, like a metronome when I put it on shuffle. - Toxic, Britney Spears - Northern Downpour, Panic! At The Disco (I'm not crying, you're crying) - Disenchanted, My Chemical Romance - Stronger, Kanye West - Jealous, Nick Jonas - Hotline Bling, Drake The bus stops and I realize that I'm already at school. Music seems to speed up that boring bus ride. I almost forget that today I have to be in the small garden shed for lunch. I tell Tanner that I can't play today because I'm wearing jeans. He believes me, or at least pretends that he does, considering how shitty that excuse is.
Me and Robbie listen to music and don't talk about anything but that for the entire hour. A song plays on his playlist that I know is mychem because I recognize Gerard's voice, but I don't think that I've heard it before. "What's this?" I ask "Teenagers by MCR. Wait. Have you never heard teenagers?" He replied, astonished. "Never." "Holy shit! I need to educate you! Have you heard 'The Sharpest Lives'?" "Yeah, I'm not the biggest fan though," "That's chill. You must have heard 'Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na' right?" "What?" "Oh damn, you need to hear that one, it's amazing!" "I know that you've heard 'DESTROYA'" "The one where Frank is moaning? Oh yeah." That is my the most unholy song in the universe and I absolutely love it. "I'm pretty sure you know 'Boy Division,..." he whispers to himself while scrolling through his playlist. We listen to the songs that I don't know until it's time to go. "I'm so sorry, but I have to go," I say, standing up to leave the tiny shed. "Wait!" Robbie shouts. I turn around but don't have enough time to ask him why when he jumps up to place a gentle kiss on my lips, landing with a loud thud afterward. Damn... he's so brave... I stand there in a trance for a moment until he snaps me out of it. "I did hit your lips, right? I mean, I had to jump almost 6 inches to get to them," he says, I watch his face turn tomato red as he avoids eye contact. Damn. I love him so much right now. "No, no, you got them perfectly fine, and that was absolutely amazing, but we have to go before we're late."
