This fanfic had been sitting in my folder for almost a year that I forgot about it. I wonder what you guys will think of this one?

I did a cover for this one too! Check my DA to see the full-size. Please review~ :D

You Are My First Friend!
May 8th 2014
Story by Elise the Writing Desk, Characters by QuinRose

1. I Walk A Lonely Road

Tick, tock, tick tock...

Tick, tock, tick—

Coo, coo! Coo, Coo!

Julius watches the hours tick by in his empty house. His parents are always so busy with work, but he doesn't really care about that; he wants to visit his grand-father. His grand-father is a clock maker, and Julius likes to help his grand-father in his antique clock shop.

The clock's ticking and coo-coo are the only voices that fill his empty house. Julius is alright being alone; he's used to it. Feeling bored is the problem here. There's nothing good on TV, and he has already finished his textbooks, and every books he can find in his house. Julius can't leave because he has to watch the house.

It has always been this way for him. The navy-haired boy then drags himself from the spot in front of the antique clock and goes to peek through the window. Julius can see kids his age are playing baseball or soccer on the street in front of his house.

No, he doesn't want to join them. He's not really good at sport games, but sometimes it's fun to watch.

~.X.~

School is always fun for Julius. He always gets good grades and everyone likes a smart kid. In addition, it's not so quiet like his house.

"Good morning, Julius!" his friends greet whenever he enters the class. "Morning," Julius answers calmly with a small smile.

"Heh, you're always acting so mature," one of his friends teases, "My mom always asks me to look up to you, ha ha,"

"Well, it's because he's smart," another one says, then looks at Julius curiously. "Hey, Julius, how can you be so smart?"

"Oh, that...I don't think I'm smart," Julius says humbly and taking his seat, "I study everyday, because I'm bored. Maybe that's why the lessons are easy for me,"

His friends look surprised. "Eh? Study everyday? Because you're bored? I'd be bored even more if I study everyday! Why don't you get out and play when you're bored, Julius? Our house isn't so far from each other,"

"Sorry about that, but I have to watch the house," Julius reasons with a wry smile. "But, maybe I'll try to lock the house before leaving."

~.X.~

Even though Julius had said that he will join, he's really bad at soccer or baseball. He can run fast, but catching, throwing, jumping, kicking, he's really bad at those. He notices that the team which picked him seems to get bothered by his inability.

"I'm sorry...I'm not good with this game," Julius apologizes.

"Whatever," his friend says with a hard look, when suddenly, the baseball is hit and flows across the street, right into a window.

CRASH! The boys cringe in fear.

"Oh, crap! That's Liddell's house!" they whine. "Come on, let's run—Julius!?"

Julius walks to the house and turns over his shoulder to nod at his friends. Before he even knocks, the door is slammed open, revealing a girl his age, holding the baseball.

"Uh, that's..." Julius can't find anything to say as he stares at the baseball in her hand. He then glances at the broken window. "Oh, yeah—We're sorry for breaking your window. Please let me pay for that," he quickly says.

"Oh, how rare," an older female says as she walks from behind the little girl. "That's good, I'll be waiting for the new window. Hand that ball to him, Chibi,"

The little girl hastily hands away the ball and quickly runs upstairs. The older girl laughs, and then glares down at Julius.

"Now what are you standing here for? Get lost!" she slams the door in his face.

Julius shrugs and stares at the ball before walking away to his friends who are stunned.

"Julius, you're alive!" they cheer. "Are you sure it's okay for you to replace that window?"

"Ah, that's fine. This is to make up how I can't really play sports," Julius says coolly. "Though, maybe we should find somewhere else to play."

His friends exchange stares. One of them comes up to him. "Hey, what about playing games at my place?"

~.X.~

"I can't believe this! I missed the new episode of Persona 4!" one of Julius' classmates whines when he enters the class. "What was that about—Wait, no, please don't tell me! I'll just download it myself!"

Seeing Julius is just watching their discussion, one of his friends asks him. "Hey, Julius, do you watch any animation?"

Julius thinks for a short moment before answering with a blunt; "No."

"Eh? Even Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? At least that one!"

The navy-haired boy shifts uneasily with an apologetic smile. "No, not at all. I only watch news, sometimes."

"Man, what are you? Old man?" his friends laugh. "What about comics or manga?"

"No, sorry." Julius smiles wryly, and then there is an awkward silence. Of course, his friends are trying to find something to talk about with Julius, but he knows nothing, and that's really uncomfortable for anyone.

"Speaking of which, have you read the last issues of The Avengers?" one of his friends breaks the silence, and succesfully gets the conversation going again, leaving out Julius to listen.

Julius becomes to feel uneasy and uncomfortable. He begins to realize that he's such a boring kid. He can't play sport or play video games. He doesn't watch animations or read comics. He only studies and watches news like an adult.

"My parents..." Julius suddenly speaks up, and his friends turn to him. "I once used to collect Gundam DVDs, but...my parents threw them away. When I buy Harry Potter for the first time, they burned it." He sighs. "They forbid me from those things...That's why..."

"What? That's horrible!" his friends looks symphatetic. "I mean, my parents usually yell at me for playing games because I get bad scores, but Julius, even though your scores are the best..."

"That's just harsh for you, huh,"

At the least, Julius is thankful that they understand. They still let him to listen their discussions even though he doesn't have anything to talk about. Not that he's a great talker in the first place. He thinks it's enough.

~.X.~

A new class begins. Julius enters his class and realizes that his ex-classmates are entirely in different classes than he is; Julius high scores got him to Class A, filled with competitive excellent students. The class is filled with quietness as all of the students are busy reading or doing math problems.

During lunchbreak, Julius gets out of his quiet class. On his way to the library, he sees his ex-classmates.

"Hey, guys—" the two of them walks past Julius. He sighs. He knows he always mumbles, so they probably didn't hear him.

When he decides to eat at the cafeteria, he notices three of his ex-classmates in the same table, eating and chatting. He slowly walks over to them with his tray.

"Hey, guys,"

"Oh," they stop chatting. "Julius, you're in class A now, huh? Though we've expected that already..."

"Mind if I...?" he nods to their table.

"Yeah, sure," they say. "So yeah, I think if we save enough money, we can buy X-Box One and then take turns on keeping it."

"But I'm broke, man..."

Julius eats silently. He really doesn't know what the three of them are talking about, and he knows he's being left out again. Suddenly, without saying goodbye, they stand up and leave while still chatting. Julius shrugs and continues to eat in silence.

However, one day, he realizes what exactly is happening.

He's walking from the library and is going to the cafeteria to eat when he notices someone familiar near the locker corridor. Julius almost walks towards them, but then hears something that feels odd for him.

"So who's that loser who keeps eating at your table?" Julius notices his ex-classmate laughs. "Oh, that? Julius? Haha, loser you say? Well, that guy's kind of sad, so we just let him sit there. He's really boring!"

"Heh, that's sad, man. Doesn't that guy have a friend or something?"

Julius scowls at this. Well, he's friend with his ex-classmates!

"Nah, no way, man, he's really boring, I tell you. We're ex-classmates. I just hope he doesn't think of us as friends or anything, but he's so quiet, so since we pity him, we just let him sit there." The ex-classmate laughs. "Though if he gets any weird ideas, that'll be awkward."

~.X.~

"Julius, why aren't you going to school?" Julius' mother asks nonchalantly as she's busily cooking sunny side-up. His father doesn't care, reading the newspaper.

"I don't feel good." Julius answers, and then he sips the black, bitter coffee.

"Well then, whatever. We're so busy right now, can you take care of yourself?" mother says as she sets a plate of sunny-side ups.

'You're always busy'. Julius shrugs. "I can. I don't know how long I'll feel this way."

"Just make sure you don't downgrade yourself, Julius." Is the only thing his father say.

"Certainly, father." Julius answers stoically.

"As a student, your role is solely to study and get good scores. Remember that, alright?" his mother pats his head.

"I know."

He spends his day off in his room, studying. Julius feels like he's back to zero or maybe even worse. So he doesn't have friends, apparently. So all those time, the greetings, chatting and getting together was nothing, it was something acquantainces normally do.

"So I'm wrong," Julius says to no one. "I was just being delusional."

"Yeah, I'm delusional." He chuckles and continues to solve math problems. "Who'd want to befriend a boring guy like me...What a joke. I'm a loser, that's right."

His hand trembles and he puts a great pressure on his pencil that it breaks. Julius hides his face on his study desk and groans.

"I'm an idiot." He mumbled.

He clenched his fists and straightens up, scowling. His eyes are cold and dark. A frown decorates his face.

Well, he won't be so delusional next time. And he won't let anyone to make him think of delusional things. There's nothing such friends for a guy like Julius. He's boring, weak, he acts like an adult. He's just a loser, that's true. He just have to deal with it. But next time, he's decided...he won't let anyone near.

"There won't be the same mistake anymore." Julius mumbles grudgingly.