The beast and the book worm. Paperjam X Fresh NaJ. (Discontinued Sorry)

Chapter two.

Time for a lot of work.

Fresh made his way home on his worn down skateboard, as quick as he could, he needed to get to work as quick as possible, or he would be fired from his job that he has. Fresh made it home, unlocking the door and rushing in to get his work clothes on as soon as he could. He looked to the time and saw that if he didn't get moving now, he would be late. "Shed!" Fresh shouted as he stubbed his tow on the leg of his coffee table. Fresh hopped around in pain, holding his foot, while he tried to get out the door while holding his skateboard. He let his foot go and locked the door, leaving his house to get to work on time.

Once he was there, he registered in and went over to the second back door, which led through to the little room, where fresh would work. His work was to fix and or build skateboards, and he was brilliant at it, that's why he got the job, and also because the other guy who had this job, was soon found to be a murderer in hiding, fresh didn't get how the boss couldn't see the signs: threatening co-workers, throwing profanities at his co-workers and worst of all, throwing things at co-workers. Fresh was the first to step up and complain about his behaviour, even if he didn't like going near his boss, because of the way he touches fresh, it sent chills down fresh's spine every time he thought about it, that's why he worked extremely hard, so that he could forget about it. He'd sometimes hurt himself while over working himself, and would become stressed, ending in him lashing out on his boss when ever he spoke to fresh.

Fresh was just finishing up on a skateboard he had been working on for a week now, when all of a sudden, his boss walked in without knocking, so fresh didn't know he came into the room. Fresh was just doing little finishing touches, until his boss came up behind him putting a hand on fresh's back, making fresh jump a bit. "Ah! O-oh s-sir, I didn't know you even came into the r-room... Di-did you need something?" Fresh asked as he looked to his boss and then back to the skateboard, continuing to work on it while leaning over to the table. Fresh felt his bosses hand move down his back to his lower half, and as he moved closer to his head. "You, sweetheart~" his boss cooed into his non-existent ear, it sent shivers down fresh's skeletal body, and not in a good way. Fresh suddenly stood up straight, and ran out of the room, running out of the shop, racing down the street on his skateboard too, tears of fear and sadness, streaming down his cheekbones. Fresh got to his house unlocking the door running inside, locking it behind him, and throwing his skateboard on the ground. He leant against the door and slid down it, crying his eyes out, thinking of the most horrible thing that his boss would have done if he hadn't had ran right then and there, he would have been a broken body on the ground, curled up into a ball, crying and shaking.
Fresh stayed they, until his phone buzzed from inside his pocket, notifying him of a message. He got his phone out, seeing who it was, and saw it was PJ.

PJ: 'hey, can you come to school so that you can show me where your house is? Otherwise you can't tutor me, can you?'

Fresh: 'yeah sure!'

PJ: 'thanks, come quickly or I'm leaving'

Fresh: 'k'

Fresh's hand shook as he typed, still remembering what happened at work. He put his phone away, which was covered in tear stains, and grabbed his skateboard, leaving the house, and locking it. He started to skate towards the school. Fresh saw PJ about to get into his dad's car, but fresh was quick enough to call PJ's name. "Oh never mind he's here" PJ told his dad, error, as he shut the door and looked over to fresh as he got off his skateboard, and started to walk over to PJ.
"H-Hey, sorry I'm l-late" fresh stuttered, and PJ had an unimpressed look on his face. "Your 3 minutes late fresh... *Sigh* it doesn't matter, come on, show me where your house is" PJ told fresh, who nodded his head and started to slowly skate along the path next to PJ as he followed fresh, as he showed him the way to his house. Once there, PJ stoped in his tracks. "This can't be your house... It's so..." PJ was about to say something but fresh cut him off. "Run down?" Fresh guessed, and awkwardly nodded his head, scratching the back of his skull. "Sorry..." PJ looked away, as fresh unlocked the door. "It's fine, this is why I don't invite people to my house..." Fresh answered, as he opened the door and stepped in, opening his arms out wide. "Welcome to my not so home sweet home house" fresh sarcastically remarked as he stepped Futher into his house. PJ snicked at fresh's tone and than looked around the living room, his face changing from amusement to sorrow. "Fresh... Where are your parents...?" PJ asked out of nowhere, and fresh stoped walking and put his hands to his side's. "Holliday..." Fresh lied, but PJ seemed to buy it. "So when do you wanna start?" Fresh asked, as he walked into the kitchen, getting food for himself, because he hadn't eaten dinner yet, although it was way past dinner time.
Fresh came back, into the room with a plate of dinner and saw that PJ had set everything up already.
"What should we do first?" PJ asked, as he sat down on the couch, waiting for fresh to to join him. Fresh came and sat down next to PJ, who took a chip from fresh's plate. "Hey!" Fresh wined, as he tapped the back of PJ's hand. "What?" PJ asked, shrugging as he popped the chip into his mouth. Fresh huffed put the plate on the ground out of PJ's reach.
Fresh grabbed the maths textbook, putting it in front them, and then opening it up, beging to teach PJ about maths, and then history, science, biology and every other class fresh had, because they had the same classes together.

Fresh waved as PJ left, going to his house. Fresh closed the door and locked it, going into the bathroom and brushing his teeth, before changing into his pyjamas and going to bed. Fresh woke up to his alarm again, but this time he unplugged it in anger. "Shut. Up" fresh said as he got into a sitting position and sat on the side of his bed. Fresh got up, putting his glasses on. He walked into the kitchen, and got some bread, and that was it, he didn't toast it nor did he put butter on it, he just had a plane piece of bread. He unlocked his door, grabbed his skateboard, went out, locked his door, and then left for school.