"I literally hate this , why do we have to move again?", you've been on the road for quite the time now , your ass is sore from sitting in the seat.
"I am not arguing with you anymore..we are doing this for the greater good. I know you hate the thought of restarting , leaving your friends behind , and having to make new ones. but think of it like this-- it's an opportunity to make yourself known!", responded your mother.. is she nuts?
"woah woah WOAH i would much rather keep to myself thank you". You're not much of a talker , and you hate people (dw i do too). Ever since highschool started , things have been shitty and a load of it too. it's your junior year , a year to go and you're finally free.
Your dad , driving the U-Haul truck , pulls into your new house. It looks like something a rich person would live in.. two story brick building , garage-- and it's own backyard? You blink , getting out of the car and gazing up on your new house.
"I thought we were poor, where's the mold and over-grown roots?" you say in a slight disappointment. This REALLY is a different start.. hopefully, there isn't weird ass neighors.
The last house you lived in was around nothing but corn fields and cow shit. You miss the country, having your own farm property, animals.. the silence.. But this? This is... city slicker. And you DEFINELTY weren't one- it shows tremendously.
You begin unpacking your boxes and bags from hours ago , carrying them in on your arms. God damn , how much did you bring? You try and shut the back hatch of the U-Haul truck- but unfortunately- spilling all your shit in the drive way.
You stand there and look at your defeat--
"FUCKIN' WHORE--", you shout, slamming down the hatch- causing a big crash noise. You had began to picking up your belongings, suddenly stopping after hearing a gentle mans voice.
"erm-- do you.. need help?"
A boy with long, brunette curly hair is peering down at you. His eyes are slightly covered by his bangs, but just enough to see the baby blue tint. He smiles awkwardly , his gapped and crooked teeth show slightly with the nervous gesture.
You get up , holding a few of your personal items- "uhhh.. not really i--" "Here , let me help!" he exclaims, picking up a few things of yours and putting them into an old UPS box. You watch him closely..
You lead him into the house, twords your room. He sets them down, standing up and wiping his forehead. "Damn! whaddya have in this thing?" He grins twords you, that goofy smile showing once more. "What does it matter- you didn't tell me who you were!" you say, squinting at him- "Are you here to murder me?"
The boy laughed- "Of course not! Hopefully I don't look like a killer-- the name is Rick Savage! But you can call me sav for short-" He sticks his hand out for a shake- you take his hand- "I'm (YN) -it's nice to meet you Sav."
He smiles, "What a lovely name.. Hey! If you're new around here.. why don't I show you around tomorrow?" Sav offers-
"Well- I have school tomorrow and-"
"What school are you attending?"
"(insert some school)"
"Hey! I go there! Are you a senior yet?"
"Ah , no , I'm half-way through junior year."
Sav nods , "Well look, I'll find you tomorrow and help you around, deal? So you aren't lost your first day!" You feel slight relief- "Oh- thank you Sav! That's so sweet of you." You look up at him , connecting eyes with the poofy-haired teen infront of you.
Then you realise- you two have been holding hands , in a shaking position , for the last 5 minutes. He looks at your hands,
"I forgot we were supposed to shake hands."
"Oh my god-"
