Believe Me? (Jalex, boyxboy)

1 - One Of Those Days

Do you ever get those days when you don't feel like waking up, when sleeping forever seems like a far better option than getting dressed and going to school. No, i am not depressed or sad, or numb to my emotions, i am a happy, care free individual who enjoys life.... It's just everybody has those mornings or those weeks where they can't be bothered to even lift a finger. Right? 

Today was one of those mornings. 
It was 7am when i managed to pull myself out of bed with a huff, rubbing my tired eyes and bumbling across my bedroom to yank on some skinny jeans. I would surely be late if i didn't hurry but as i mentioned earlier, i'm care free. It's only high school, missing several minutes of miss Davies' tedious and boring introduction to Nazi Germany surely wouldn't affect my end of year grade. In the grand scheme of things it was just a detention and half hearted "Don't do it again" because even the people who enforced the rules knew that it was stupid to punish me over something so minor. 

Yet i still tried, seeing as i had a bus to catch. Maybe Jack would sit next to me? 
Jack was my next door neighbor / acquaintance. Our parents regularly went for evening meals where i was forced into his house only to sit in the corner of his living room on my phone for several hours, waiting for the time that his mother came home drunk off of red wine and giggling. 

The probability of this boy sitting next to me was a small one. He wasn't too popular or too nerdy for me, he just had other friends that he would save a spaces for because he preferred them to me. It was understandable, i was the overly polite guest in his house when his family was out and his friends were the hyperactive goof balls who made him laugh so hard that he farted. There wasn't much competition really. But i could still hope. 

By 7:30 i was out of my house, kissing my mother and fist bumping my father, misting my hair with award winning strength hair spray and taking my time whilst brushing my teeth, gargling mouthwash, flossing, the whole shebang. I had to maintain my flawless appearance after all. 

The way to the stop was short lived, i left my home, the warm sunlight and breeze hit me, i walked a few paces and boom, there i was. In the movies you see extravagant buses wait elongated minutes to allow the protagonist to enter the vehicle with a seemingly relaxed schedule. That wasn't true. Or at least in my area. Here you had to wait for the bus, not the other way around, otherwise you would be deemed absent and forgotten about for the day.

The waiting period allowed me to attempt conversation with the gorgeous guy who lived next to me. I wasn't shy or awkward for the most part, i was actually pretty confident in myself and my ability to hold up small talk for a decent amount of time. It was just Jack who was without these skills, either that or he wasn't interested in what i had to say and was more occupied with the blare of his iPod yelling sweet blink-182 into his ears. 

Although seeing as today was one of those days, i joined him, plugging in my battered earphones, mashing on the shuffle button because it was an old device that lacked its original super fast touch screen technology. 

Music helped me to block out the world. You must hear it a lot and also experience it yourself, especially when you're angry or sad, it's like an invisible hug that takes you away i guess. But i didn't regularly experience those emotions and just felt like fading into a daydream where i was much more bad-ass. 

I could chase realistic aliens through my high school halls with only a half loaded pistol and a text book on the history of modern art. I could shoot down the slimy green figures, run over to their bodies to find out that they were costumes all along, i could take off the masks and *gasp* oh no! It was jack and his friends! Time for a make out session because the world is now safe! 

Yes my dreams were unrealistic and childish, but they wouldn't be as interesting to me if they weren't. My humour was rather inept you see, i still found farts funny at the age of 16. A lot of things made me smile, for example warm hugs, coffee, rain, having a warm hug, drinking coffee when it's raining outside and my crush. You've probably guessed by this point that Jack is my crush. I feel like this is the point where i tell you that i'm gay or bi or straight but somehow attracted to a guy, but nope, i was just me. I wasn't quite sure what i was and at the same time i wasn't bothered at all. I could be whatever the fuck i wanted to be, and that was okay. 

But as the raven haired boy stood next to me under the bus shelter i felt my lips curl into a smile and my legs go slightly weak. He was wearing that leather jacket again... I silently gushed over how pretty he was and desperately attempted to keep my face straight. 

I didn't feel so groggy anymore, it wasn't just one of those days anymore. He had my heart beating a hundred miles an hour without even looking at me, so i looked at him, giving a confident smile as the yellow school bus pulled up next to us, he returned the action, maybe a little less enthusiastically but it still happened. He got on the vehicle without a word and i followed a few paces behind, watching him make a b-line to the back whilst i dropped my bag in a seat somewhere around the front and sat next to it, pulling out my phone ready to play a game of angry birds on the slow journey to school.