Fresh(age 6) sat alone in his colourful 90's-style room, watching the snow fall softly on to the ground outside. His window was wide open and he shivered as an icy breeze hit him like a ton of bricks. Both of his brothers were out playing in the snow with their friends, but Fresh was a 'freak'. He had no friends. So he sat alone, wishing that he had someone to talk to.
And that didn't change as he grew. He started school age 7, and found that everyone already picked their friends over the summer.
Fresh began secondary school age 11, and was surprisingly smart for someone his age. He loved quantum physics, and learning about the theories of alternate universes. At break, the bullies would surround him like a pack of hungry sharks stalking their prey, and would pounce, infecting his mind with words like 'freak' and 'nerd'.
Now, Fresh (age 16) was in the last year of secondary school, and still had no one. Once again, like he had done his whole life, he sat at his bedroom window, watching the new years' snow fall on the windowsill. But having no friends never bothered Fresh, as he had no emotions for it to bother him with. He just never understood why people didn't like him. What had he ever done wrong? He was a good kid, wasn't he? He always did what he was told.
A large rumbling, then beeping sound was heard in front of the next house down to his. Of course, it was a removal van; the new neighbours were moving in today, Fresh remembered. The old neighbours were thrown out of the house because illegal traces of methadone were found in the basement. I wonder what happened to them, he thought. The removal van parked in the driveway of the house and out stepped a beautiful woman, whose hair was brown and flowing, and her blue eyes glinted brightly in the snowy landscape. Behind her stood a young boy, probably a little younger than Fresh, in a deep, navy blue hoodie. His hood was up so Fresh couldn't make out his face, and he was chewing on one of the strings, just like Fresh used to do.
Suddenly, the boy looked up at Fresh's window. His yellow eyes glowed with admiration as he saw his colourful clothes and Fresh smiled his signature cheesy grin. And in that moment, something clicked between the two boys, in the harsh, snowy street, in the small town just outside the big city.
Fresh jolted as a new feeling entered his soul. Excitement.
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Fanfiction(Momma cq au) Fresh is confused and alone. His big brother Geno moved out with his boyfriend, Reaper, and Error spends all of his time with Ink. Fresh is all alone, left to suffer in silence with his newfound emotion. But when a new family move in...
