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2.Mikey

I bend down to pick up something...Robert? dropped. To my suprise when I'm coming back up off the floor there is a present in those tight pants of his. I kinda smirk without totally realizing it would be kinda rude if he saw it. Oh well.

"Um...here." I hand him a doodled all over folder trying not to make eye contact. I hate making eye contact with people I havn't had a conversation with first. He gives me the most embarressed smile I've ever seen and I kind of walk off right then trying to keep poised.

So I pretty much don't have time for another guy liking me. With Jeremy and Kayla still out in Washington I don't even know if I could fall in love with a girl--- or a boy in this case.

My luck, as I'm deep in my thoughts the bell rings. I have to always be the boy who gets run into or things thrown at.

"s**t." Of course as I'm walking into calss every one is staring at me and since they can see the irritated look on my face and earings in my lip I see words such as "f**" and "emo" being spread across the room.

Being the new kid is hard enough. What the ******** is up with these damn Connecticut people? Ever seen a person with originality before? Not everyone comes from a family that owns a chain of insurence companies or banks. I slam my bag down and take a seat in the back of the room next to a person with a unibrow, huge pitstains, and rediculous hair going everywhere. It tries to make eye contact. Oh my god.

"..." I flick it off.

I'm hardly ever in a bad moof. I just wish I was sitting with Kayla and Jeremy in my basement making make out videos with Jeremy for Kayla to put on You tube. My parents didn't hate me but Kayla and Jeremy were the only people who actually understood and loved me for whatever my "orientation" was.

I look at the board to see all these triangles and octagons. I took this class last year. I lie my head on my desk and doze off.

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School is finally over and as I'm walking out the door this girl comes up to me out of nowhere. She looked a year or two younger than me. She was kinda short and looks as if she popped straight out of hottopic and wetseal sales. Sort of like Kayla. But then again if I see anyone with bleach blonde hair I think of Kayla. If I hear any music I think of Kayla. Heck if I see ramen noodles I think Kayla.

I sigh.

"HEY! My names Lola, so I hear you're new here. That's so cool! WE NEVER HAVE NEW KIDS."

She was unbeleivably perky and I could smell the coffee on her breath. They don't even have a Starbucks in this town!

"Yea. I moved her last week." I smiled. Her bubbliness was infectious.

"That's cool!" She said, "You listen to From First to Last." She continued, pointing to my shirt. I look down at what shirt I'm wearing having a total blonde moment and realize that I am indeed wearing a From First to Last shirt.

"Oh! Yea." I laugh.

"Yea they have some pretty wicked screams in the Levy."

I giggled to myself of the fact that she used the term "wicked" People talk so different over here really.

We chat for a little while longer. She said she was gonig to go meet her brother at a music store and left me some very valuble info on where the best coffee shop is in GreenWell.

YOU HATE IT.
MAYBE NOW I DON'T WANNA READ YOURS.
Jk. I will hold on.

4.Mikey

I guess this guy is okay...as long as it doesn't go beyond friendship. Friday is coming up. Just one more day and let's hope I can make it. He's pretty cute though. I have to give him that. No! What am I doing?! I guess It's okay for me to think someone else is cute...but what about Kayla?! Here I am sitting in my room totally spacing out and argueing with the other Mikey, the annoying one in the back of my mind who never leaves me alone. I'M LOSING IT!!

I look up to my walls and see the great gods- Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, and Mike Dirnt. Why is mike always the last man to be reconized? He plays bass man! Where would a band be without a bass? Well probably with another coupld playing guitars...WHY AM I RAMBLING?!

"What dod I do?" I ask the poster. "ARGH!" I grab a pillow and scream into it. My mom then of course walks in like it was staged.

"Um...Hun, are you okay?"
"Fine." I mutter.
"Ooookay...well dinners read if you are ready to eat?"
I don't respond and just wait til she leaves. Once I hear the door close and I hear the snaopping sound it makes for me to know it's fully closed so my cat wont nudge on in. I pull out my music binder. I go to the punk/Ska section and pull out Operation Ivy for anger, then to classic rock and pull out the Beatles for romance, then to the alt rock/indie section and pull out Violent Femmes because I need to hear Blister in the Sun, then to the Kayla/Jeremy section and pull out Arctic Monkeys just for...Kayla and Jeremy.

I pop each cd into my stereo and just chill out.

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When I hear the most annoying thing outside my window I realize I slept thtough the whole night and I want that stupid bird to find a new place to live!!

After I eat my whole whear toast with vegan "butter" I go back to my room and throw on a Nirvana shirt and a Flannel overshit. Like a true Seattle Native. Call me girly but getting dressed in the morning is prolly the best part of the day. I love doing my hair and I love picking out the converse to math my outfit. I have about 15 pairs.

Bobby had pretty good style. Kinda like weezer just a little more emo? Indie? I really wouldn't start using indie as a fashion statement. Music and films is what indie is meant for. But he still has good fashion sense in my book.

Think of the devil I'm walking up to the school and there is is sitting with some guy with some hideous loafers on. Boyfriend?? I hope not. Wow I think not! Bobby looks like I would look if I was watching batman with my dad when I could be watching superman with Orlando Bloom. Lets face it. Superman totally beats batman and Orlando Bloom is WAY hotter than my dad.

I casually walk up to him. "Ahem." I clear my throat to make the loafer waeing dude close his stupid chapstick covered mouth. His eyes widened. I sorta got that vibe that people get when they walk up to someone who was just talking about them. Ignoring the bad vibe I wrap my arm around Bobby.

"We were going to study for that History exam, weren't we?" I said empasizing study and raising my eyebrows on history. I'm not sure if he got it at first but he caught on and went with it.

"Yea!! Sorry Jordan, gotta go!!"
"Grab your stuff." I whispered. He nodded and grabbed his stuff with my arm still around him. We hurried off.


"Dude, you're a god. Thanks for saving me." He whiped the sweat off his head.
"No prob. Who was that loser anyway?" Nice loafers."
We laughed and I realize people were staring at us. Then I realized my arm was still around him. I abrubtly put my hands in my pockets and I could feel my face growing redder and redder.

"Yea..." He said.
"Yea."
Think of something witty to say or something! I told myself.
"Knock knock.": KNOCK KNOCK?!
"Um...who's there?" He asked. I'm an idiot.
"I have no idea."

He grabbed my arm. "Let's skip. He whispered in my ear with a sly smile coming on.
"Where may I ask?" With the same smile.
"Coffee. I figures tonight me, you, and Lola can hit a show instead. Yes?"
I felt weird being in this position cause usually I'm the spontaneous one. I'm usually the one who knows all. I hate being the new kid.
"Yes." I said and with that we were off.