This heart only beats for you.

Freshman orientation came and I chose my classes. I actually got into advanced band, which is huge for me. I mean, now I can preform in band concerts and stuff. Yo waddup. As for the rest of my core classes. Well they didn't really stand out. American Government, English 9, Chemistry (I have to take it over) and algebra.

Today's picture day too. My fringe got pretty long. My brown hair curls right under my eye, but I don't really care what I look like now. Just fuck it. BUT OMIGOD. Guess what? I grew two inches over the summer, now making me 4'9. and I have a happy trail. yay puberty. I just stand around with my mom as I watch everyone else around me. Tables everywhere and lots of tall people. Greeaaattt...

"Frank, you go stand in line for pictures, and make sure you give them this." My mom hands me an envelope with my name on it.

"Whatever." I mumble.

"Frank I know it's hard for you to get over what happened, but please. try to be happy again. Picket's all sad with you too. i just want the both of you to be happy again.. I mean, you have your whole life ahead of you." She finishes her words. Her eyes are full of worry and emotion but I find a little hope in them. Wow, someone actually having faith in me, huh.

I don't even say anything back to her, I'm just sick to my stomach as I think about everything. I can tell she's hurting when she sees me sad. so I just force a smile. I just hope she doesn't think it's fake. She flashes one back before I turn around and stand in line for pictures.

Again, I feel like I don't belong here. I'm just about half the size of all the guys here. For example, the dude ahead of me is like a foot or two taller than me. Not to mention ten times more muscles than me.. Once again, I'm an underdog.

With all these thoughts flushing through my head, anxiety kicks in a riot. Sending me to get bouncy, plus the fact of being crowded. I fucking hate crowds. Like shoo people.,. I must look like an idiot to be honest.

What really upsets me though is that the dude infront of me just randomly decides to turn around and face me. Fuck, so I just stop everything I'm doing, and act like nothing happened. My whole body starts to tense when I feel his eyes examine me. "Oh, dude I love your shirt." He points down the my Blink-182 shirt. I totally forgot I had this on.. " I always wanted to see them live." I watch him smile and find a black lip ring. I start to relax when I figure out this dude's all chill and stuff.

"ha, yeah, I always wanted to go to Warped." I smile at him as I raise my hand behind my head. yeah again I'm nervous. but not in a bad way. Like I just don't want to make a fool of myself. yeah I probably don't make any-sense right now but anyways.. where was I. Oh yeah.

"Dude, it rocks! I went last year when the line up was actually good." hmm, likes the same type of music as me.. interesting. "I saw Bring Me the Horizon and it was pretty gnarly."

"Do you like older bands like NOFX or Black Flag?" I can't help myself but ask, I fucking love Black Flag.

"I grew up with NOFX. Same with Misfits and Offspring." He answers me with a wide grin,

"I'm Frank." I hold my hand out to him.

"I'm Bob." He shakes my hand.

"So, what grade are you in?" I start to really look at him and it looks like he's a sophomore or a junior.

"Freshman, i'm new here." He chews his lip ring as he looks down at me.

"Same here but I've been in this district since kindergarden." I lean on the heals of my shoes as I look back up at him. I study his light blonde hair and his bright blue eyes. He smiles at me one last time before he's called up for pictures. "Wait for me outside when you're done." I tell him just as the photographer takes him aside. I catch him smile before he hides behind a camera.

Not too long after I'm called up. Same routine. Sit, Smile, leave. Quick as that. I hop down the stairs as I search for my mom out of all the fucking people here. Eventually I find her at a table full of flyers. "hey mom, is it okay if I bring a friend home?" I tug on her shirt sleeve till she turns around.

"Friend? You made a friend?" I roll my eyes at my mom as she sasses me. "Go ahead but I'll still be here for the parent meeting so you'll have to walk."

I smile at her before I make my way out. "Bye." I yell behind me as I find the doors out. Right as I turn a corner I find Bob standing around smoking. Oh, we got a bad ass I see.
"Hey Bob." I wave to him.

"Oh, hey." He turn around, flicking ash off his cigarette. "Wanna hang out today?" Smoke leaks out of his mouth as he speaks. This kid just read my mind.

"yeah, you can come to my house. but we'll have to walk." I turn my head around, motioning bob to follow me. He runs up to meet up with my side. "so, where did you move from?" I look at him as his cigarette hangs out of his mouth. The smoke is.. inviting. I inhale it's sent as he blows more smoke out.

"Uh, New York. I moved here to come live with my dad." Bob jumps off a curb as we walk along.

"Oh, my dad brought me and my mom her before he left for the military. He felt safe leaving us here," I look straight ahead but I see him looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

"I heard it was quiet here, even if it is in Jersey." I hear him joke. The wind blows the smoke into my nostrils and my body shivers of craving.

"It has it's perks." I shrug. Forgetting the thought of smoking.

"Where do you even live?" Bob flips his blonde hair as his blue eyes shine from the sun.

"Just a few blocks down," I point down the road. "the place where all the old people live."
"Ha, it really must be quiet then." He drops his cigarette before stepping on it with his black Vans.

"Yeah, and when you're loud they call the cops." I try to joke, but my stomach flips itself over and fills with acid. That god damn night..

"Oh so no parties?" I watch his aqua eye wink at me, I just roll my amber eyes in return.

"Down this street and the yellow house is mine." I point over to my yard. "Hope you like dogs." I smirk at him.

He just shrugs, "they're alright I guess."

I pick up my pace as I walk up my drive way, digging in my pocket as I try to find my damn key.

"Hey, Frank who's that?" He taps my shoulder and I turn around and my heart sinks to my stomach as I look at him. His long black hair makes him look even more paler. His hair doesn't match at all with his school uniform. "That's Gerard.." I swallow deeply.

"Oh, he seems cool." I watch him stare at him. My hands just shake as I try to open my door.

"yeah, I thought so too.."

Notes

ASDJFKL; my laptop is gonna die D: But yeah. Bob's here :D Black Flag lyrics. Their song depresiion is really good, LISTEN TO ITTT