I Guess You Can Call These Romantic One Shots

Knives Vs Pens

Not everyone is as they seem.

Just remember that the next time you see someone walking down the street.

Everyone is different.

Andy walked into his school, late again. He forgot to set is alarm and had to walk to school. He was just in time to catch his first period class, Creative writing. His favorite class.

He loved to write and that was the only class that he would be able to.

He quickly went to the office to check in the headed to his locker on the second floor.

Once again his locker was covered with paper with hurtful names on them.

Andy was used to this by now. He ripped them off his locker and spun the combination.

He took what he need then closed his locker.

“Hey emo boy!” he heard Blake yell.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Blake was always bullying him about how he looked and dressed.

Andy began to walked away ignoring Blake’s yelling.

Within no time Andy was being shoved against a locker.

“When I call you, you answer!” Blake said shoving him again.

Blake took Andy’s book bag and opened it.

“What do you have in here emo boy? Your boyfriends promise ring?”

Andy sat on the floor and glared at Blake.

“What’s this?” Blake asked pulling out Andy’s writing book. “Your diary?”

Andy kept quite.

“I might just take this,” Blake said throwing down his bag.

Andy bit his cheek and watched Blake walk away with his journal.

His personal journal.

He knew if Blake read any of it he would get more than just a shove in a locker.

Andy stood up and walked to his class.

This Monday was a very long Monday for Andy.

He was bullied and teased throughout his day.

He just wanted to go home.

The bell rang ending the day and he went to his locker which was once again coved in paper.

He ripped them off and opened his locker to find his writing book shoved inside.

It was wet and soggy.

He sighed and threw it away.

Andy took what was needed and walked home.

Once home, Andy turned on his music and wrote about his day and how he felt.

An hour or so later his parents came home and dinner was made.

They sat around the dinner table and talked and laughed together.

Andy showed off his good test grade and his parents put it on the fridge.

“Looks like your getting a car,” his dad said smiling.

Andy grinned and went to help his mom wash up.

Meanwhile, Blake was scrubbing his mom’s vomit out of the carpet.

She was an alcoholic and his father was a workaholic.

He was barely home leaving Blake to take care of his mother and the house.

He went upstairs and put his football things on the floor. He took out his knife and looked at it.

Everyday it was the same dull knife.

He took off his shirt and slowly brought the knife to his wrist, cutting himself.

Tears came to his eyes as he cut his other wrist.

This became a habit and an addiction to him.

The pain numbed him and he could no longer feel the pain of his heart.