I sat alone at the back of the history classroom. There wasn't a familiar face in sight as my fellow classmates walked through the door. At that point I had lost hope of finding a familiar face in the sea of peers and just, looked to the window beside me. Finally, the bell rang and a few stragglers walked in, taking the remaining seats set in singles rather than fours or doubles. I wish Mikey was in this class...
As class began, the teacher gave the same old first day of school speech. Uninterestingly, I began gazing around the classroom, observing, and silently judging my peers.
Only a moment or two passed when my eyes began observing a boy sat across from me. From what I could see, he wore black thick rim glasses that covered my view of his eyes. His longer dark blond hair, that could be mistaken for an orangey color under the right lighting, drew side burns along the side of his jawline as a baseball cap sat atop his head. My mind buzzed as I tried figuring out why I felt so drawn to this boy, that is, until the teacher's first day speech ended.
"Mkay, now that we're done with that, why don't we learn a bit about each other, hmm?" The man stood in front of us held a rainbow haky sack in his hand, tossing it up and down, "I'm gonna pass the ball around and whoever catches it, speaks! So, why don't you say," He thought for a moment, "You're name, and one thing you're looking forward to this year! So, my name is Mr. Pog, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you all!" He threw the hacky sack to someone, and they did as told.
The rainbow ball was thrown around the room with a few interceptions and miss throws. Eventually, the rainbow ball made it's way to my side of the classroom where the boy with the baseball cap caught it. Intently, I watched as he took a deep breath, and began to speak.
"My... my name is Patrick... and I'm... I'm looking forward to... to making new friends..." that was tough to watch... although I highly doubt mine will be any better...
He looked around the room, and then to me. I was able to get a good look at his face. The thick rim glasses were held over his slightly chiseled nose that went well with his small lips. Aside from that, he had a pair of eyes that were completely captivating. Blue eyes with sparks of yellow causing them to look almost hazel. Wow... he's cute...
Then, I was brought back to reality by the hacky sack coming my way. Barely, I caught it. Fuck... what am I gonna say!? Ugh... I didn't even think of anything!
"My name... my name is Y/n, and, I'm looking forward to... uhm..." meeting new people... meeting new people... meeting new people...
"Meeting new people..." nailed it...
Quickly, I threw the hacky sack to whoever was ready to catch it. By the time the little game was over, we still had about fifteen minutes of class left.
"Talk amongst yourselves for the rest of class!" He said before sitting down behind his desk.
I sighed, not having anyone to talk to. Since I had nothing better to do, I pulled out my sketchbook and began doodling. After about ten minutes, I felt someone's gaze on me.
My eyes tore away from the little page and went around the room. To my surprise, the boy from earlier had his eyes on me. He noticed my gaze on him, so he immediately turned away.
Finally, the bell rang, and I shoved my things away. Just as I was beginning to leave, the boy came over to me.
"Hi..." He greeted, shyly. I smiled.
"Hi..." I greeted back, "It's Patrick? Right?" He nodded and we began walking out the classroom door, "I'm Y/n..."
"Cool, what...what class do you have?"
"Home ec-"
"Y/n!" I looked up to see Mikey waving at me through the sea of people. A grin spread across my face at the sight of my friend.
"Mikey!" We high-fived as we passed each other, then laughed quietly, "Sorry, uhm, I have home ec." The grin wouldn't disappear from my face. That was really cool... Mikey...
"Oh cool, I have home ec too."
"Nice..." We entered the home ec room which, like any home ec room, was lined with mini kitchens along the side walls with sewing materials and a washing machine and dryer at the back wall.
"Y/n! Hey!" I gazed up and spotted Ray sat in the back.
"Ray, hi!" I took a seat at his table while Patrick sat with us as well, "Oh, this is Patrick, we have history class together. Patrick, this is Ray, he's a sophomore."
"Cool..." Ray began, "Freshman?" Patrick nodded. Ray hummed as the bell rang.
"Alright class..." The teacher began talking, but I had tuned out before she even began.
"I'm so over the whole first day speeches and get to know yous," I began, "It's the same in every class."
"Yeah, but we don't get homework so I say, let the teacher talk." Ray said.
"Good point..."
The rest of class was a complete drag. Before I knew it, I was once again putting on my backpack, getting ready to leave. Mikey...
"Y/n?" Patrick asked, I hummed, "Uhm so... so can we... we be friends?" I smiled.
"Sure, I'll see ya tomorrow Patty."
A dash of pink appeared on his cheeks for only a second before he hid his face behind his sleeve covered hands. His eyes were now focused on the linoleum floor in front of him.
"Uhm... yeah... see ya..."
"Aww..." Ray cooed. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever..." I finally walked out of the home ec room to see Mikey already waiting for me, "Hey..."
"Hi, miss me?"
"Not in the slightest." I joked. He chuckled.
"C'mon, Gerard and Frank are waiting for us." He said, just as Ray stepped out of the classroom.
"I think that Patrick guy likes you, Y/n." He said as we began walking. Mikey seemed to tense a bit at the sound of this. Oh... someone's jealous...
"Yeah, I know," I giggled, "It's so fuckin' obvious."
"Are... are you gonna do anything about it?" Mikey asked with a somewhat worried tone.
"Probably not, I barely even know the guy," I giggled, "He seems sweet, but, I dunno..." I said, honestly.
"Oh, cool..." He spoke as we stepped outside.
"Mikey!" Gerard cried from the passenger seat of the red truck. Frank sat in the drivers seat, honking the horn obnoxiously as soon as we came into view, "Hurry up! I wanna go home..." He whined. Mikey just rolled his eyes.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me!? Mikey..." He whined even more as we began climbing into the backseat. Mikey sat in the middle while I sat behind Frank and Ray behind Gerard.
"We could just leave them..." Frank said.
"No, ma' would kill me." Gerard said.
Frank started the truck and immediately, Black Flag blasted through the stereo. He just smirked and kept it blasting.
"Y/n?" Frank asked, adjusting the rearview mirror so he looked at me.
"Yeah?"
"Ya like Black Flag?" I smiled.
"Yeah..." His smirk widened at the sound of this.
"Good..."
Finally, we drove off from the school and to the Way household. I didn't pay much attention to where it was exactly for I was too invested in singing along to Black Flag at the top of my lungs with Frank, Gerard, and Ray. Mikey bopped his head along, but was more hesitant to sing.
Eventually, we made it to the home which wasn't huge, but it was definitely bigger than my three bedroom home. Same home from when we were kids... cool...
"C'mon," Mikey began as I climbed out with my bag in hands, "I wanna show you my room!" Frank smirked.
"Your room?" He threw his head back, letting out a short laugh, "Just admit you like her!" Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Just ignore him. It's perfectly fine that we're friends." He smiled.
"Cool, c'mon..." He led me to the front door.
"Don't forget to wear protection!" Gerard called. The three boys laughed loud. We just ignored them as we entered the home.
"It's this way!" He said as if we were still in school. I giggled, following him up some stairs, and through a door to our left, "Here we are!" I smiled as he opened the door and brought me inside.
"Wow..."
I dropped my bag to the floor as I admired the many band, movie, video game, superhero posters, and things scattered along his walls. His bed was pushed up against the wall in the far left corner with the head up against the left wall. A window was traced above the side of the bed while a small night stand sat on the other side of the bed.
To the right of the door was where his closet stood in the wall, creating a three foot hallway between the door and the actual bedroom. Like any teen boy's room, small piles of clothes sat around the floor along with comic books and cd cases. I barely recognize it from the memories I have... he's changed so much... but to be fair... I have too...
"Your room is so cool..."
"Thanks, I woulda cleaned it if I had known you were coming over." Aww...
"It's fine..." I said, still looking at the many posters, "Misfits?" I asked, pointing to the iconic skull logo.
"Yeah..."
"Cool..."
"So uh, whatta ya wanna do now?" I shrugged.
"I don't care..." He sat down on the edge of his bed. I sat beside him.
"Did you have a good first day?"
"Yeah, thanks for showing me around n' all. I woulda been completely lost if I hadn't met you." He chuckled.
"It's my pleasure." We smiled at each other for a moment, slight rosy colors dusted our cheeks. Then, the bedroom door swung open.
"Mikey!" Gerard stood there, "Get your girlfriend outta here! Ma's home!"
"She's not my girlfriend!"
"Whatever, just, get her outta here before ma' goes bat shit on you."
"Okay! okay!" Mikey turned to me, "It's been nice hanging out with you."
"Yeah, I've had fun." I spoke, grabbing my bag.
"Cool..." He walked me downstairs to the front door, "Mom usually goes through the garage so..."
"Yeah, uhm, I'll see ya tomorrow." He nodded.
"Uhuh, see ya..." And as if my body had gone on autopilot, I stood up on my tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. He smiled wide.
"Bye Mikey..." I waved, stepping away.
"Bye!" Aww... Mikey... cute boy...
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Ayyyyy Patrick's in the story now. What's gonna happen with him? Probably drama. But what drama?? Ooooo!?? Lmao also I'm so bad at coming up with teacher names I mean, Mr. Pog??? Wtf?? Lmaooo I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Have a marvelous day~peace out cheesebags