So, I'm writing a new fanfic and I've actually a really good plan for it so I'm really excited. It's Ambrollin. In the end, but theres a lot of cute moments for a lot of pairings so ya know, read it! I have to say the people in it are kinda out of character, but oh well I like it anyway!
Oh yeah, the whole story is told from Seths PoV but I'll remind you every chapter just in case you're wondering! So anyway, here is Chapter one!
SETH'S POV
My hands were so cold. It was really warm in the Subway restaurant but my hands were still freezing. No one around me seemed the tiniest bit cold. They didn't seem to notice me at all. They were all talking and joking and laughing. I sat there staring intently at my hands.
I wondered for the millionth time why I put myself through , every single week, did I come out with all these awful people who just ignored me? I always convince myself it would be different. I thought maybe I'd have fun for once.
But there I was, like every other week, squashed between my brother and the dirty wall. I cursed my brother silently. He was the one who convinced me to come out with him and these people every single Friday. 'You'll have fun,' he said. I snorted quietly under my breath.
"Why aren't you talking, Seth?"
The voice of the devil suddenly pierced through my thoughts. The high pitched screech of Maryse Oullet. She was French, or something like that, and had possibly the most annoying voice in the world. She was a sophomore, one year younger than me, and she never left me alone. Not because she liked me or anything- because she liked to criticise me. Everything about her annoyed me. From her bleached blonde hair, to her annoying voice which drove me absolutely insane every time I heard it.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just listening." She narrowed her eyes, but before she had a chance to reply, Dolph Ziggler spoke up.
"Hey, guys, wanna go back to my house to hang out?" Dolph was probably the nicest guy in the group. Despite being extremely cocky, he had a big heart, and nearly every week, we would all go back to his house for a while. Even though I usually didn't have a very good time, I always thanked him sincerely before I left with my brother.
"Yeah, sure," All eight members of the group (excluding me) said together, and began to stand up and shuffle out of the grubby booth.
There was only one guy- Mike Mizanin- in the group who had a license so he was the only one who could drive across town to Dolph's house.
We all went outside to Mike's red Ford Fiesta, which only held five people. There were nine people in the group. You do the maths. Kaitlyn, a pretty sophomore who was nice enough but I hated because she was friends with Maryse, suggested that some people could go in the boot, which was big enough. So she, Maryse and this girl Aj hopped in, and everyone else piled in the car. Eight people in the car, nine people in the group. Guess who got to stay behind?
As I watched my 'friends' drive away, I had a sudden urge to throw a rock at the stupid car, right through the back window. I didn't need this. I had friends, real friends, who wouldn't leave me behind because there wasn't enough room. Roman, Phil and John always told me not to hang out with these guys, but for some reason I never listened to them and always ended up feeling like shit afterwards.
I wandered to the side of the ugly building, and sat down next to an alley. I checked the time on my phone. It was only four o'clock. John was still at work, and Phil would probably be babysitting for Romans little sisters, while Roman slept. I sighed to myself. That meant none of them would be able to pick me up for a while.
I rested my head against the brick wall, and sighed, wondering what kind of idiot goes out with people he knows are going to ignore him, and doesn't bring their car as a back-up plan. I closed my eyes and wished I was somewhere else. Hawaii, maybe. I heard it was nice there, and it definitely wouldn't get as much rain as Washington did.
I sat there for the longest fifteen minutes of my life, before I finally texted Phil, who texted back a load of horrible shit about the people who ditched me. He told me that as soon as Roman woke up, he'd get him to come pick me up. Wouldn't want to wake him from his beauty sleep.
"You look upset." I jumped and turned around to see a guy, probably around my age, sitting in the alley. He had sandy brown hair which looked as if it hadn't been washed in along time. His clothes were pretty much in the same condition; his old jeans were torn and muddy, and his black jumper had one sleeve missing.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said, flipping a penny over at me. I caught it in one hand, still staring at the boy who was sitting mere feet away.
"Em, who are you?" I asked, uncertainly. My dad worked with underprivileged kids, and had drilled stranger danger into me from a young age.
He shook his head. "Pretty sure I asked you a question first."
"No," I said, beginning to get over the initial shock of being scared to death by astramge boy in an alleyway. "You said 'penny for your thoughts' which isn't a question."
"Ah, so I did," he said, with half a smile. "Well, anyway, I think I know what's wrong. Those people who just left had something to do with it, I presume?" When I nodded, he continued. "Well then, it's pretty clear that you are some alien life form who obviously comes in peace, but they just can't handle the awesomeness of your extraterrestrial existence, so they left you here and you're now using that phone of yours to communicate with your people who are going to help you plot a fantastic revenge that will affect the human race negatively for years, much like radiation."
"Close, actually. See there's this cyborg called Maryse, and you know it's bad when she has an awful name like Maryse, and she's brainwashing everyone so that they all become her followers even though she's trying to take over the world. She's starting with all those guys from earlier. I'm the sole survivor."
"Woah, intense. And I thought I was the only one left with an imagination."
"Well if your still have an imagination left, it means she hasn't gotten to you yet."
"Thank God," he nodded at my phone. "So who were you talking to, if not some amazing alien race?"
"My friend Phil. And he's actually my friend. Not some cyborg-following, imagination-less alien-hater like all those other guys."
"Well, sounds like you should be with him instead of all those other guys. Why aren't you?"
"Because he's babysitting my other friends' sisters, while that friend sleeps in the middle of the day 'cos he's a cool kid."
"Sweet," he said with a grin. "I do that sometimes. Good way to pass the time."
"I don't doubt it." I said. "So what's your name?"
"Dean," he said. "You?"
I felt like this part of our conversation belonged in a kindergarten classroom.
"Seth," I responded.
"Seth. That's a nice name."
"Can't say I'm too fond of it."
He smirked. "That's because everyone hates their own name."
"See, that's one of the many places where my opinion differs from everyone else's. I do not only hate my own name, I hate all names."
"For real?"
"Yup. I think we should just go by numbers. Lot simpler, and that way, you don't have to be worried about being called Constsance, or something like that."
He laughed. "Pretty sure no one's actually called Constance."
"My mother's name is Constance."
"I stand corrected."
"That you do."
I wondered why I'd never met this guy before. He seemed around my age, and I'd definitely never seen him at school before. Or around town. Or even in the bowling allege where I worked and I'd seen pretty much seen everyone there at one time or another. Then again, the way his clothes looked along with his overall appearance seemed to answer this question pretty well.
"Do you live around here?" I asked, glancing at him through the corner of my eye.
He looked down. "Uh, now, I do,"
"Where'd you live before?"
"Jacksonville." He answered. "In Florida." He added, when it became pretty clear I had no idea where Jacksonville was.
"Sweet. Why'd you move to an awful place like Washington?"
He didn't look at me when he answered. "Change of scenery, I 'spose,"
Just then, a horn blasted and a rusty White Bentley pulled up on the curb in front of us. There are two rather significant things about Roman and his car.
The first is that Roman's used-to-be-white-and-shiny car is now basically a piece of scrap metal on wheels. It was a miracle in itself that the car still ran. The two doors in the back didn't open, and the passengers door creaked loudly whenever it was touched. As well as that, the air conditioning didn't work, which made it nearly impossible to bear in the stuffy summers.
The second thing is Roman's actual driving. He pretty much ignored all signs, lights and speed limits, and just drove how he felt like driving, regardless of his surroundings. Willingly getting into a car with him could probably be considered suicide.
Roman rolled down his window. "Hey, Seth! Prince Charming be here to rescue you!" He yelled, and I laughed slightly.
"Hey, Seth!" Phil called, mocking Roman's voice. "Guess who nearly died because of Prince Charming's driving!"
"To be fair, Prince Charming doesn't exactly have the best noble steed." I said, standing up. "And the brakes are a totally new concept to him."
Roman rolled his eyes. "Get in. If you're good, I'll stay within twenty miles of the speed limit."
I turned to face Dean. "I guess I'll see you later then?"
"I hope so," he answered from the ground.
I went around to the passenger side of the car. Together, Phil and I forced the door open and he slid over so I could share the seat with him.
"You know that's illegal, right?" Roman asked.
"You're the one who'd get in trouble," I pointed out.
"Exactly, so who even cares?" Phil agreed. "Plus it's not like you don't break every single driving law known to the world. Seriously, you should go to England. Then you'd actually be on the correct side of the road for once," Turning to me, he said, "So who was that guy you were with?"
"His name's Dean," I told him. "I just met him now."
"That's odd," Roman commented. "You'd think in this part of town everyone would know the lone hobo."
"You think he's homeless?" I asked.
"Did you see him? There's no way he looks like that and actually lives somewhere."
"Either way, he was cute," Phil added. Phil and I were openly gay, so we joked about guys all of the time. Roman, on the other hand, was straight while John was bisexual. It never really bothered any of us about all of our sexualities, because we've known each other for so long that it would be weird if we had feelings for one another. Except there was an exception for Phil, who had a massive open crush on John. It had gone on for so long, though, that none of us really took it seriously.
I nodded in agreement. We stopped at a red light and I turned around. I could see Dean off in the distance, sitting in the same spot. It was about then that I realized I was still holding the penny he'd tossed to me. I looked down at the penny. There was nothing special about it at all. It wasn't shiny, but it wasn't too dirty. It was just a penny. I looked back again as Roman slammed on the gas pedal. I could see Dean get up and turn back into the alley, disappearing from view.
Woo woo! So that was the first chapter! And I have to say it was actually pretty long! so that was it! Review please. Follow and favourite
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