Josh p.o.v.
31st July 2002-Franklin, Tennessee.
It was the perfect day. Just a few more weeks before school stopped for the summer holidays. My little brother Zac came running up to me.
"Josh, Josh! Have you got my lunch? Mom gave me yours. I'm starving." Zac was three years younger than me and it was his first year at this school. His curly brown hair flopped about in the wind as he waited for me to check my lunch pack. Sure enough, Mom had given me his peanut butter and jelly sandwidge. He ran away to find his friends and I was alone on the bench.
"Hey Josh!" a voice shouted from behind me. I turned round to see Taylor York jogging over to me. Taylor was my best friend. He was originally from Nashville, but our dads were like brothers, so we knew each other from birth. He had long curly hair that hung below his chin.
"Taylor! My main man!" We fist punched each other as he sat next to me on the bench. "Wassup?"
"Ah, not much, mon amigo. I got detention with Coach Newton. Made me run laps round the football field, twice!"
"He doesn't like you that much does he?" I said, taking a huge bite into my turkey sub.
"No way Jose!"
"Want to come round tonight, got a new horror film to watch. Curse Of The Living Dead. oooooooooooh!"
"Scary." Taylor joked.
"So …"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be round at about seven-ish."
"Okay." And we tucked into our lunch.
Ten minutes later, a car drove to the school. Usually this wouldn't have bothered us, but today we had to listen in. Sitting outside near the main office, we could get a good view of all the visitors that decided to enter the building. The blue Sedan parked across the road from the school gates. It was a pretty small school, and we didn't get many new students. Even this close to the end of the semester. We ran to stand beside the office doors so we could see the new kid coming in.
"No mom, stay in the car!" She said. Taylor and I stifled a giggle. "Mom! I can go in myself, I'm 13 for god's sake!" We heard her door close and saw her mom get out the drivers seat.
"I just need to make sure you look presentable."
"I look fine Mom! Now let me go sign in!" Her Mom got back into the car and drove away, revealing a girl standing on the sidewalk. She crossed the street, entering the school grounds. She walked up to the school office. She was a small looking girl, wearing yellow skinnies and a H2O band shirt. Her blondey-brown hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail with a sidefringe tucked behind her ear. She had a black backpack and her red high-tops were a bit run down. A monochrome checkered wristband and a few bracelets cluttered her wrists and she walked with a spring in her step.
"Hey." Taylor called.
"Hi." She said, stopping as if for a chat.
"What's your name?" He said, hopping down from the wall.
"Hayley Williams, yours?"
"Taylor York." She looked over at me, but I was away in a dream. I quickly gathered myself enough to speak.
"Gurhagh" I splattered my juice all over the ground. I forgot I was drinking. Oops.
"Gurhagh?" She looked.
"Sorry, I'm Josh Farro."
"Nice to meet you, Taylor and Josh."
"You too." Taylor said.
"Bye." I said sheepishly. What, I was never good around girls.