"So nick, what time do your 'rents get home?" You lay down in the grass and put your hands behind your head. "Six." He muttered. "Same here, wanna chill at my place?" You asked happily. You sat up enough so you could see him nod. You sat up, hugged your knees and put your chin down. "So, you like My Chemical Romance?" You asked him, which normally ended up on a conversation about music. "Yeah." He said staring at the ground. "What's your favorite song?" You asked him, bound and determined to make conversation. "Ghost of you." It was obvious he hadn't had a conversation with anyone in a while. "Mine's Cemetery Drive."
A black Honda accord pulled around the corner which seemed to take all of forever. You stood up quickly, and helped him up. You mom looked surprised. She obviously had expected Joy, or at least a girl. You realized how awkward this must have been for her, seeing with a guy for the first time in ages. "Hey mom. This is Nick." You said trying to sound cheery.
Your mom smiled "Hello Nick." She said in her normally happy voice. "Hey." Nick said simply, as the two of you go into the back seat. You closed the door behind you, and pulled the belt over yourself. Your mom opened her mouth, you gave her a look in her rear view mirror, and she knew you meant. "Dont bother." The ride home was silent. Your mom dropped you off in front of the large sign that said "Black Bridge". "Thanks mom!" you called after her as she drove away.
"Im in nine-o-one" You said, annoyed that you lived in the apartment in the back. He nodded. "What about you?" "Twelve-o-three" You stopped at your door, and dug through your backpack. "Shit. Not again." You whispered, annoyed. You walked up three steps and jumped the wooden fence onto the incredibly tiny porch. "Wait here. I'll go unlock it." You said as you walked through the sliding glass door. You made your way five feet to the front door, and let him in.
He stepped in. "Thanks." He muttered. "Commere" You told him, as you led him by the wrist to the kitchen. You pulled out a chair as you pasted the table. He sat down, as you walked over to the sink, turning the handle with the "H" on it, and waited for it to warm up. "So Nick, what's your favorite Class?" You asked him. You would get him to talk if it killed you. "Latin." He muttered staring at the floor. "Really? Why?" You asked knowing it would take him at least more than one word to explain. "All the romance languages derived from." You smiled turning your hand over, knowing it would take a while before you actually got hot water in this gawd forsaken place. "You wanna know why I took Latin?" You asked smile not fading. "Because I thought Latin was more Romantic than French." French derived from Latin. It was obvious he knew that, because a grin ever so small crept across his normally saddened face. He looked even hawter when he smiled. "You're smiling, it looks good on you." You told him still waiting for the stupid water to warm. He blushed, but his smile didnt fade, if anything it grew ever so slightly. The water was finally starting to warm, and you reached into a drawer, pulling out a black washcloth. You wet it down, and rung it out slightly. You walked up behind Nick. "Lean forward." You told him softly. Once he did you softly wiped the blood from the back of his neck. "There you go. Much better." You said ringing the rag out and hanging it over the faucet. "Thanks" He muttered. You didnt have a couch, so you led him back to you room, with your twin sized inflatable bed against the wall. On the wall there were various posters, all from magazines. Simple Plan, Green Day, the Madden Brothers, Adam Brody, Ben McKenzie, Drake Bell, Rupert Grint, Daniel Radcliffe, Fall Out Boy, and Jesse McCartney (Who you didn't actually like, but he looked purdy.) You watched him look from poster to poster in your room. "I dun really like Jesse, He's just really hawt." You explained. He nodded in agreement. You sat down on your bed, and leaned up against the wall. He just stood there, so you patted the bed inviting him to join you. He sat down on the corner of the bed, obviously not realizing it was an air bed. (Ive had that happen to people before xDDD) Immediately you flung forward catching his arm, keeping him from falling and ending up wedged between your bed and your desk. "Heh, I forgot to mention it's an air bed didnt I?" You said smiling awkwardly He sat a bit further in, and up against the wall, where he found balance. You got up, and watched him sink into the bed. You walked into the bathroom, and came back with white clothish bandage things. You knelt down in front of him, and wrapped the bottom of his palms up being careful not to wrap it to tight. "Thanks." He muttered again. "No prob." You said getting back onto your bed. "So what's up?" You asked, as if getting the quietest kid in school to talk would be that easy. He only shrugged. You sighed. "So you have any brothers or sisters?" He nodded. "How many?" "One." "Brother or sister?" "Sister." "Younger or older?" "Younger."
Your conversations of great excitement went on for about 30 minutes before he had to go home. You waved as he walked all of ten feet to his building. You sighed and walked back into your room, laid down on your bed.
-FB- You're five years old, and new to corpus elementary. You're scared because everyone seems to know someone, except you. There was only one other kid who looked as scared, if not more than you. the teacher was calling roll. "Nick Black?" the teacher's almost harmonious voice called. "H-here." The small boy stuttered. You giggled slightly, and he looked at you and turned bright red. You went and sat down next to him, "Hi, I'm Tia." You said cheerfully. "I'm Nick." After that the two of you started talking about random thing little kids talked about, animals, colors, books, boy bands, ECT. Weeks later he came over to your house, and that's what the two of you spent the whole time playing, house. He was the only boy you knew who wasn't into cars and bugs. You remember him knowing how to read when you started kinder, and him teaching you because the teacher went about it very slowly, making you learn each and every sound the letters made first. You thought back to second grade, he always had hung out with the girls. The lot of you were talking about the boy band Backstreet Boy. "I think Howie is so cute." Said one of the girls. "Nuh-uh Nick is much cuter." Nick said. (Oh, the irony, Nick thought Nick was cute.) Then another girl in the group yelled out to the whole class. "Oh mi gawd, NICK IS BI!" everyone was laughing but you, you were naive, (and liked it that way.) You quickly asked one of your friends what that meant. They explained it and you first response was "So. What's wrong with that?" The girl took it as if you were saying you were bi too, so next you knew everyone was laughing because the same girl as before had yelled "Hey everyone, Tias bi too!" You were scared. Nick was crying. "But I'm not!" You yelled at them. No one believed you, and soon like Nick you were reduced to tears. That's when people stopped talking to you, and Nick both. Things that happen when you're that young, never really leave you. You were now thirteen, and attending eight grade. You had met Joy in forth grade, and she was the only who believed you to that day. But soon after you became friends with a lot of other people with Joy rightfully convincing them that you weren't bi. By that age you and Nick had stopped hanging out because he started getting real quiet and depressed. SOOOO Now you're thirteen and in eight grade, starting to realize how good puberty was being to Nick, because when you last saw him he was three inches shorter saw him, (at the end of seventh grade) he was a good two inches shorter than you, and sounded like a little girl. You remember his voice squeaking when he read English class, and everyone laughing but you, you thought it was cute. He'd grown his hair out over the summer. It looked much better now. He's also seemed to become darker(on the inside) and much more obsessed with death over the summer, you were the only one who'd notice the scabs from the razor blades, but then again he was the only one who noticed yours. Then it was the first day of high school and you and Joy were sitting outside with a bunch of friends, when the guys acted like they had today, and Joy stood up for Nick, and you of course between your loyalty to Joy, and your love for Emo boys, you stood up for him too. They left him alone, and they left Joy alone, and they left you alone. For good. Joy then went and sat in front of Nick and told him that he needs to stick up for himself. And you could still hear is cold, depressed voice. "What difference does it make, I'm only gunna die alone anyway." -/FB-
You sighed, and brought your wrist up over your head to where your wrist was eye level, the scars had finally faded. You still had one on your ankle, but it was almost gone to. You curled over onto your side, and picked up a stuffed animal, that was the same size (and was a) as a sheltie dog. "Goodnight Buster." You said with a yawn. You knew you'd wake up in a short while when your mom came in, but she'd let you go back to sleep. You then wake up hours later, watch Fullmetal Alchemist and go back to bed. The next morning you'd get up, take a shower, feed your bird (parakeet), get dressed, put on make up and go to school. Joy soon joined you. A girl got off a bus, talking to the boy whom you'd bit. You knew her as Sherlock, though her name was Andrea Anderson. She was a poser, but you'd grown up with her, and she used to put up with you, and she was always horribly depressed, which you put up with. You waved at her, but she threw you the finger. Then soon Nick came around the corner, and went back to sitting at the end of the table furthest from you. You rolled your eyes, got up, lifted his head, grabbed his wrist, (Which you noticed his hands where still hands were still bandaged,) and dragged him back to your side of the table. Joy looked at you as if you were nuts. "Hello Nick." You said setting your chin on one hand, and stared at him. "Hey Tia." He muttered, not looking at you, but at the table top. "How are your hands" You asked, as he crossed his arms and laid his hands on his shoulders, and his chin on his arms. "Fine." He muttered again. "Did you see My Chemical Romance on TV last night?" You asked him putting your head down as well. He lifted his head, shook it than put I back down. "I DID!!!" Joy yelled throwing an arm into the air. "IT WAS AWESOME, MIKEY IS AN ORGY IN A BOX!!!" she yelled some more. "That he is, that he is." You said with a sigh. You saw Nick nod out of the corner of your eye. You couldn't help but smiling.
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