Made of Light (boyxboy)

1|How to Embarrass Yourself

"I always knew how to express my feelings on the canvas. Now that I've met you I can't describe what I'm feeling, let alone paint it."

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Chapter 1|How to Embarrass Yourself
Dance Dance - Fall Out Boy

Oliver Bright

I tap my fingers on my desk, ignoring the massive amount of people talking about whatever they did over summer break.

What were the words to describe my summer break?

Boring. Uneventful. Okay.

I mean, summer is suppose to be fun and great and the best time of the year. Sadly, I have never felt the joy of summer. I've always enjoyed the crisp smell of Autumn. The falling leafs and giant pumpkins. Unfortunately, school just started and Fall will be a bit far.

I continue my mindless tapping until I hear my name being yelled at from across the room.

"Oliver Bright!"

I quickly yell back to the teacher to let her know that I was stuck in this hell hole. I run my fingers through my dark brown hair and my amber eyes glisten when I hear the the name Willow McCain being called out. I knew her. She was my best friend for ten years and then she moved to California a year ago because her dad had a job offering.

Obviously, that didn't work out.

I glance over to the direction to the voice that said "here". That was definitely the Willow McCain I knew. I stared at her long icy blue hair that I've seen a million times. She turns and looks at me. She gives me a smile and looks away.

I'm definitely going to yell at her after class.

"Willow McCain! I hate you!" I yell. Willow gives me a guilty smile as we walk down the hall together. "I mean, how could you not tell your best friend of ten years, that you were moving back? How could I not tell either?! We talk almost every night on the phone and Skype."

"I know, I know, I'm a bad person for not telling you. I wanted it to be a surprise." She gives me a guilty smile.

"Yeah it was a surprise," I grin and bring her in for a hug. "I missed hugging you." I put my hand on top of her head and mess up her hair.

"I didn't," she says obviously annoyed. She continues walking and stops at her locker.

She swirls the lock around until she hears a click. Willow grabs a dark blue brush from her locker and brushes her hair, so it was the way it was before I messed it up. She glares at me the whole time and I just smirk. "I hate you."

"Asshole."

"Douche nugget."

"What?"

"Don't judge me, asshat."

We both giggle like little girls at a slumber party. I always liked how childish we acted around each other. We actually did have "slumber parties" which was more like "painting random shit, while laughing so they came out terrible" parties. We should do that again.

"You know what we should do tonight?" Willow asks me. She puts her brush away and closes her locker. If she says a sleepover I'm going to scream. I give Willow a questioning stare. "We should go to that back to school party at Rachel's house. After that we can sleep over at your house."

"Wait do you mean-" She cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

"Yes we are going to a party. With actual social interaction. Talking to other people that are not ourselves." She knew how much I didn't like parties because of how socially awkward I am.