Mikey’s POV

If there was one thing I should have learned by now, it was that you should take off your boots when you go to bed. I woke up with no blankets on, and was cold as hell. I also woke up later than I planned. So yesterday’s boots and shoes had no other option than to stay and all I changed was my shirt and jacket. Running down the stairs two by a time, I tripped at the bottom and face planted onto the floor. My mom watched me fall the last few feet and then was immediately at my side asking if I was okay, to which I told her I was.

Kissing her cheek, I wished her a good day before taking the lunch she made and walking to school. Again, I saw the homeless man and gave him my lunch. I knew why I fell the last few steps of the stairs, of course I didn’t tell my mom. When your blood sugar gets too low, you can get dizzy. Also, when your body decides you are going to pass out, you are going to pass out. The fear of passing out made me closer to passing out. Pete saw me, and he saw me stumble for a moment. He was instantly asking if I was okay, and if I needed anything. It was really nice of him to ask.

The rest of the day was irritating. I wanted nothing more to go home and sleep, but I couldn’t. The French test I took, I felt like I did all right. But by the time PE came, I wanted to hide somewhere and ditch. Of course I couldn’t ditch, because Pete was there. We also had to ‘dress out’ today. I have never felt more awkward in my entire life until this moment. The PE shorts made my legs look weird, and I forgot my high tops, so I was stuck with my Doc Martins. For shirt wise, I kept my shirt on, and put on a hoodie on top. Thankfully Pete came to the locker room a bit after I had already changed. As long as I got there before him, he wouldn’t have to see my ugliness.

After dressing out, the teacher made us run laps. There was no way in hell I was running. I tried running the first lap, but my asthma prevented me from being able to do the rest. Of course the teacher didn’t understand this and bitched at me, to which I said, “I have fucking asthma, I would run if I could.” He gave me a look and told me to watch my language. I ended sitting on the bleachers the entire time watching the class.

At times, I caught myself staring off in Pete’s direction. It was weird to me a little bit. There was no denying that Pete was attractive. I’ve heard girls talking and ‘dreaming about him’. I’ve also heard that a few guys thought he was hot. Pete was attractive, but so were girls. But as much as I wanted to think girls were cute, I couldn’t. I didn’t have much of an interest in girls and that scared me. All my life, I’ve been told that I’m supposed to meet a nice girl and get married and have a family and a 9-5 job. I don’t want a 9-5 job. It’s just something that doesn’t seem like something I could handle.

It’s the ‘American dream’, but it’s not my dream. I honestly don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I want to do something I’m passionate about. Gerard talks about wanting to be in a band if he gets an opportunity to. There’s a guy at his school named Ray that is apparently amazing at playing guitar. If you ask me, Frank is really good, but that’s just my opinion.

Music was difficult today. I had trouble focusing and I think Pete noticed. The lesson was interesting and all, but I just couldn’t sit still and learn today. Sometimes I have difficulty paying attention in class, and this was one of those times. If I could get back on task, I would, because messing around now means more homework later and that is more tiresome if you ask me. At the end of class, Pete asked me if I wanted to hang out sometime, I told him sure. My head hurt so bad that walking home sounded unpleasant, so I ultimately got on the bus. The ass hats tried to be dicks but I ignored them the best I could until it was my time for my stop.

When I got in the house, it took a lot for me to not pass out on the floor in the living room. Walking up stairs to my room was murder. Taking off my boots, I crawled into bed and was out instantly.

I woke up some amount of hours later and checked the clock. It was 9:30. Mom left a note saying dinner was in the fridge. Getting my homework out, I began with what was easiest and due sooner. Taking a break, I creeped downstairs to get a cup of coffee. Coffee was the one thing in life that I loved and if someone tried to take it from me, I would fight them with all I had for it. It seems like a little much, but I don’t care.

When I finished my homework, the sun was rising. Falling asleep would be pointless at this point. Taking a shower, I washed away the stress as best as I could. The scars along my arms were faded more than the ones on my thighs and hips. On my thighs, there were bright, angry red lines that had only been made days before. Looking in the mirror, I studied everything about me.

I hated the way my stomach was too big, my thighs were huge, and everything was just awful. Getting dressed, I tried to forget all that I hated to remember. As I was pulling up my jeans, my hand ran across the scar that was the oldest. It was about two years old. Trying to forget the memory, I buttoned my jeans before putting a beanie on and going down stairs. For the first time in many months, I ate some breakfast. It was only a small amount so that I wouldn’t pass out or anything.

Walking to school, I gave the man my lunch. Pete saw me on the way there and walked with me. He asked if I wanted to hang out, so I told him sure. The plan was to meet up after school and then go to a music store.

Since I knew of our plans, I tried to get all my homework done in class. And I was successful for the most part. I had a few problems I would have to do at home, but not as much as I would have had if I had not done it yet. Some classes dragged on while others flew by. For example, Bio went fast, but PE and English took forever. By the time music came by, I was excited to hang out with Pete outside of school.

We walked to his house so he could grab his wallet, and then we went to my house so I could grab mine. My mom was beyond ecstatic to see that I had a friend, so she let me go out and didn’t really give me a curfew. We walked to the music store and talked about who we looked up to, whom we wanted to meet and whom we wanted to hang out with. It was fun.

We spent a long while in the store. I would catch Pete singing random songs off of albums he picked up. I’d look at him and burst out laughing every time. We ended up buying a few albums each before we got on the bus to go home. The entire time I was with him, I was having fun and enjoying myself.

When we parted ways, I couldn’t help but be sad. When I walked in the door, my mom asked me about what we did, did I have fun, and what did I buy at the music store. I told her all about it. She smiled and gave me a hug before I went up to my room to finish my homework. I’d get really into the assignment, and then I would start to zone out. I would catch myself wandering what Pete was doing, what was listening to, and stuff like that. No matter how much I tried to get him out of my head, he was in there.

Notes

I know he's wearing boots, but hey i saw an opportunity, and i damn well took it XD
so title cred is blink 182

anywho, Thank you to all the subscribers and comments! I am very glad that you are enjoying the story.

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~Ash