Bite My Tongue

Bite My Tongue - Chapter 2.

I stood back and watched as the moving guys moved my bed and all the boxes that contained my stuff into my new room. Once they were finished I thanked them as they left to move more stuff to another room.  

I quickly pulled my mattress onto the bed frame and flopped down, looking around at the bare white walls. They had to go. I knew my various posters of different bands were in one of the boxes and I was pretty sure they'd cover at least two of the walls, if not three. I wanted to leave one wall plain white so I could go down to the art store if they had one and I decided that I'd buy various colours of paint and then I'd paint lyrics, quotes, pictures and other things onto the wall. In my opinion, it sounded fantastic.  

I rolled off my bed and dragged one of the boxes over to my window seat so I could sit down and sort through it. 

I cut the sticky tape that sealed it with scissors before ripping the box open. It was my clothes box. Good. Easy to unpack.  

I quickly dragged the box into my wardrobe, flicking the light switch as I went in. On top of all the stuff was my t-shirts. Majority of them were band shirts and some were plain t-shirts, a few of them nerdy ones. For example if gotten a red shirt that had the word "Bazinga" printed across it in bold letters, I absolutely loved Big Bang Theory and when I'd seen it I couldn't just look at it and not buy it. Another shirt I had said "I'm with The Band." and another read "I'm gonna getcha!" as in a line Dory had said in nemo. Nemo is fantastic by the way. Anyway. I stacked all my shirts on one shelf before I began pulling my hoodies out of the box, shoving them onto the shelf below. Again, most of them were band related but I had a few other ones. I had a really cute Mickey Mouse one as well as a Pooh Bear one and a Peter Pan one. I loved them. So much.  

After shoving all my hoodies into place I began pulling out various pairs of skinnies. Majority of them were just plain black or denim but I had a few purple and red pairs, even a couple of blue ones. I folded them neatly and stacked them onto another shelf before I began pulling out my vast selection of shoes. To be completely honest it was just a box of converse. Converse and converse only. I pulled out my hightops, I had a lot of them. Most were just plain colours like red, blue, white, black and purple but I did have a few other pairs. Yes okay I'll admit it, I had a batman pair. (A/N just to add in at the converse store I live near you can get batman converse and they are just wow). My batman pair were probably my favourite. But then again I had a few pairs of Green Day converse too. I think them and my batman converse tied.  

I shoved all my shoes onto the bottom shelf before stepping out of my wardrobe. 

I opened my second box which held all my drawing stuff, the multiple sketchbooks, pencils and erasers that I owned. As well as all my painting stuff. 

I laid them all out and sorted them into the draws of my desk that had also been moved in.  

After finishing that I opened my third and final box which held all my posters and a few other bits and pieces.  

I dragged all my posters out and spread them out on the floor before I began organizing them and sticking them up onto the walls. 

Putting up posters was pretty tiring, it look me just over and hour to get them all up and as I stepped back to admire my handiwork I grinned. 

My walls were now covered in Green Day, Blink 182, You Me At Six, Paramore, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance and a few other different posters. I'd had enough posters to cover three walls but not enough for the fourth. But that was alright because I planned to paint stuff on the other wall and stick lyrics to songs up there too. 

I was thinking about what colors to put on my wall when I heard mom screaming my name. 

"Alice! Get your ass down here and help!" She screamed. 

I sighed, clenching my fists and feeling my nails dig into my palms making little crescent shapes on the skin. I got off my bed and trudged down stairs. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Help Craig move our stuff into our bedroom." Mom said, emphasizing on the word our. 

I sighed and started dragging boxes upstairs and I was done within 10 minutes so I decided to go for a walk and see what else was around here. 

I didn't bother asking anyone because no one would care anyway so I just grabbed my battered old leather jacket and pulled it on along with my beanie and stepping out into the crisp Baltimore air. 

As I walked down the driveway I saw two boys step out from the front door of the house across the road. 

One of them that had dark brown, almost black, hair with a blonde stripe through the fringe looked over at me and started frantically waving his arms around in a gesture to say hello I think. 

"HEEEEEEEEEEY!" He screamed. 

I waved at him and kept walking. 

A few seconds later the boy and his friend were racing over to me. 

"HI! I'm Jack! I like burritos! Do you like burritos?" The boy with the raven colored hair said, getting into my face. 

I gulped, I wasn't a social person and I certainly didn't like interacting with new people. 

"Um hi." I said quietly, surprised that I had allowed myself to speak in front of total strangers. 

"Jack. Dude. You scared her. Sorry about him. I'm Rian."Said the other boy who had normal length brown hair and a dazzling smile with flashing white teeth. 

"Hi. I'm Alice." I said, speaking softly. 

"Cool. I haven't seen you around here?" Rian questioned. 

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. I, um, I just moved, uh, moved in with my family." I stuttered. Dammit. Here we go again. The bloody stuttering that turns into silence. 

"That's awesome! Unfortunately Jack here lives across the road from you." Rian laughed as Jack grinned at me. 

"Um. That, that's cool. I, uh, I, I gotta go.. See, see you, uh, see you around." I said quietly before turning round and going back towards my house, gulping in air to try and stop the panic attack I could feel coming on. It worked. 

I stepped inside the house, greeted by the warm air and mom and Craig screaming at one another. That was surprising, they NEVER fight.. 

I sighed, it was getting late so I flipped the light switch in my wardrobe and grabbed my pajamas, an old oversized Green Day shirt I'd gotten back in Oakland and a purple pair of pajama pants with white polkadots on them before quickly getting changed, brushing my my teeth and getting into my new bed, pushing my earphones in and flicking down to my 'Sleep' playlist, pressing shuffle and dropping my iPod onto my stomach and closing my eyes. I let myself hum to Billie's voice as 21 Guns played softly through my earphones and soon I was asleep. I know it's probably weird that I listen to Green Day considering I know Billie but I have to say, he has a phenomenal voice.