Disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters in newsies (im not too creative so ill leave it at that)
Ok, this story kinda is based off me and my unsocialness and my amigos teasing me about it (lolz molly) and this dude at school who is really unsocial (yet exstremely hott.) and all his friends like ditched him but he didnt seem to care and yeah...
so please rr cause in all my other stories no one ever seems to and makes me mighty angry lolz.
Past and Present
There walks a boy with rumpled black hair, brown eyes, and olive skin, dressed all in black. He wears a black sweatshirt with the black hood pulled up over his black head, over a black nirvana shirt, with black straight-leg jeans and black Martins. What a lucky fuck I am cause somehow that boy turns out to be me.
It's hard to even imagine that a year ago I didn't wear black. Hell, only last year I was wearing colorful jimmy Hendrix t-shirts and red Metallica hoodies that didn't make me squirm and go insane. I didn't jump at the sight of blue. I didn't freak when I wore green. Even yellow didn't make my skin crawl. Now my drawers are filled with black clothes and those tie-die Woodstock shirts are all are down in hell where they ought to be, along with every other shit-heap color.
I dunno what happened to me. I think I had a mental breakdown or something. I don't know. My shrink doesn't even know and that man knows everything. Suddenly, I just didn't like talking to people. In fact, I hated people in general and I sure as hell hated my 'friends' now referred to as 'those fuckers'. I hated going to parties. I hated socializing. I could give a fuck about who liked me and who didn't. Hell, I still don't! I was just happy by my self.
Ha! Can you believe that! A 15 year old boy saying he is happy by himself, no girls, no guy friends, no nothing! I think I'm one of the first punks to ever state that! But its how I feel. I just like to be alone. Its what makes me happy most of the time. That and blackness.
Now you and every other shrink in the city may ask yourself 'why black?' I mean; I'm sure as hell not Goth or Emo or shit. I'm sorta depressed but that's just in my genes (fucking chemical imbalance). Black…I dunno its just refreshing. It's a comfortable color; it makes me feel less vulnerable and like I can hide in it. Its stable. Ha! If the me last year could hear me talking right now...ha…he would kick my wussy ass. It's not only my weird obsession with black its my fear of all the other shit colors. There's enough blue in the damn sky, why where it on your shirt. And yellow…hell I never looked good in yellow anyways! Red is too fucking vibrant and makes me sick to my stomach…same with orange and green and purple, they all give me a migraine! Except for black… black is cool and clean and revitalizing.
So here I am…. Unsocial, detached, black wearing, friendless, incredibly depressed, Skittery. And I'm happy in hell.