-The World Ends With Others-
My life has been retcon.
Roderick Henderson stood among the other teenage bystanders at the stop light at the Shibuya Scramble. Compared to others, he seemed more like a average joe, which was his problem.
My parents just got transferred here from New York. Back there, I fitted in just fine. My friends and I were into most of the same things: Comics, movies, video games. But here, everything is just different and nobody here as anything in common with me.
"Get out of my face!" said a teenager with spiky orange wearing headphones. "You're blocking my view."
"S-s-sorry." Said Rick meekly as he made way for the teenager.
Look at that guy. He must have over a dozen friends. I mean, look at his hair. Everyone has their own style, while mine is an average trim from the barbershop…
Not only did Rick felt lame about his normal brown hair, but his clothes. He wore a Spider-Boy T-shirt, which as blue at the torso with a yellow shield that had a red silhouette of a spider, and was red with a black web design at the shoulders. Rick was also wearing his favorite hat, it was black with a yellow bill that had a black bat-like emblem on it. It even had a red and yellow X-Heroes patch that Rick sewed on himself. As for shorts, he just wore a normal light brown baggy cargo shorts. Back home, this normal attire would establish him as a comic book guru, which he is even though his 16.
Back home, he knew all of the BC and Spectacle comics that came out each week. But here, none of the teenagers read them. Sure there was manga, but Rick never got into them. He was hooked to comics ever since the 'Death and Return of Spider-Boy' storyline. A classic back home, nothing here.
This feels like good old Manhattan, but it's not. Everything here has nothing that I'm into. Why can't everyone here be into the same thing as me? How I can I make friends when they don't have any common ground with me?
The only reason why he as out was because he was couldn't find anything good on TV at home and he might as well get some fresh air; that, and he actually found a place that carried his kind of books: old school, American comics.
The light turned green, and with everyone else, Rick crossed the other side. According to the map-printout, he would reach to a bookstore at a place called 'Shibu-Q Heads.'
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"Ugh," groaned Rick as he open his eyes.
When did I fall asleep? It's the middle of the day and I was just walking pass the…
He than realized that he lying down on a concrete sidewalk… back at the scramble….
A/N: I will work on the next chapter after I get at least 4 reviews. (Or when I come up with more ideas for the story and concept. While accept OC suggestions and while give credit when I use them.)