Homecoming Days: chapter 1- Luckless
"Kyle Buhbi! Time to wake up! You've been back in school long enough to have an alarm to wake you up! You need to learn some responsibility young man!" The sound of my mother's relentless nagging pierced through my sleepy head. Well, I guess I'd say that it went in one ear and out the other, since I had gotten used to this. I often forgot to turn on my alarm even though that was the kind of thing I usually remembered. Oh well, May as well get up. My mom was not an alarm clock, and no way in hell would I be able to hit snooze without getting grounded.
I rolled out of my bed, my curly hair more of a frizz after my restless slumber. I had always been the kind of person who moved around in my sleep, especially when having dreams. Last night was a particularly awful nightmare, well in my opinion. Anyone else who had dreamt the dream would dismiss it as easily as a lingering cobweb in a corner. I didn't quite want to recall on it, so I did the next easiest thing, I got ready for school.
45 minutes and a pair of clean jeans and a long sleeved tee later, I was running downstairs with my plain green Jansport book bag overloaded with my binders and necessary utensils for the day, including my iPhone, which I had just updated as soon as the new version came out. I strolled into the kitchen. My mom, dad, and little brother were sitting around the table.
"Can you believe it? My first homecoming in two weeks!" Ike said, sounding jittery and excited.
"Homecomings stupid, I'm looking forward to Senior Prom," I smiled.
"Alright boys, dig in!" my mom said, no more like demanded. She had laid down various plates of French toast, waffles, and toast. I grabbed some and was just about to settle in and eat it when the doorbell rang. Knowing who it was, I ran to the door and opened it.
Kenny, in his usual attire of ripped jeans and a plain orange, short sleeved t-shirt. His face was blemish free and his dirty blonde hair in a messy style that made every girl in school swoon.
But I wasn't looking at the attractive poor boy, no I was looking to the even MORE (in my opinion) attractive boy standing next to him, the one who meant the world and more to me.
"Hey dude, can we eat?" Stan, my super best friend in the whole universe (HA! Beat that Starving Marvin!), asked. His arm, muscular but not grossly massive, leaned against the door frame. His hair was perfect, not a strand out of place and it shone like onyx in the dim morning sunlight. His sapphire eyes seemed depthless as they stared at me and I felt my heart skip a beat.
Yes, I was in love with my best friend. Also yes, he was currently in a relationship with cheerleading captain, Wendy Testaburger.
God is just a bitch like that isn't he?
But as usual, I suppressed the feelings that tickled my stomach and said "Yeah come on in. there's plenty,"
Kenny immediately went to the table and grabbed a plate, nodding to my mom and found a seat. I couldn't help but let out a sympathetic shudder. When was the last time he had eaten? Probably the scraps he ate at Cartman's house on Sunday. His parents sucked.
Speaking of. . . "Hey? Where's the fatass?" I asked Stan
He sighed adorably and said "He's planning on meeting us at school cuz he talked his mom into getting him an iPhone."
Asshole. The selfish bastard had pushed and pushed his mom until she finally did his biding, just as usual. You'd think with all the balls she's sucked she would have grown a pair and stood up to her son.
Instead of replying, I clicked my tongue and we went to eat.
"So Stanley, have you decided on going to homecoming?" Mom asked. I wanted to pinch my nose, just like Stan does. But I settled with biting my cheek. God damn would any parent in this whole damn town mind their own fucking business? It was so small everyone seemed to know everybody's secrets. Except for mine of course, no one would ever find out mine.
"Yeah, you know, support of the football team thing" he said as he took another bite of his waffle. A much too large one at that because he ended up spending near a minute chewing it up before swallowing.
I swallowed as well, trying to force my feelings down. Funny how I seemed to be so in control on the outside but on the inside I was a hormone hurricane ready to rain down on my straight friend.
When we finished we ran out. With a quick "Bye!" to my parents we headed to the bus for us we got there just as it pulled up, nearly hitting Kenny.
"Dude good thing it didn't hit you, or else you would be dead!" I laughed, Stan joined in.
Kenny just glared and got on the bus. He usually wasn't the type to get mad so this confused me.
I turned my emerald eyes on Stan "What did I say?" Stan shook his head and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Just drop it, we all know Kenny's weird, especially when we mention death."
Shrugging, we piled on the bus. I sat next to Stan in the window seat. Lucky for me, Wendy didn't ride this bus or else I would be in this seat alone.
Yeah, lucky, I had fallen in love with the best guy in town who was as straight as a pole while mine must have been dented badly. Also we were born in the most messed up town in all of America. Just call me the king of luck.
"Alright class! Sit down and shut the hell up" Mr. Garrison snapped at us. Of course as I mentioned earlier, Me and my friends weren't exactly lucky, so of course Mr. Garrison, horrid third and fourth grade teacher would get promoted to our homeroom teacher for the rest of our high school career. At least this was our last year with him. Unless he got promoted to go to the exact college I was going to. At this rate, that's how my luck was pointed.
Before we get started, I want . . . ah fuck, I HAVE to tell you according to the board of education that we're looking for volunteers to help set up stuff for the homecoming. I honestly don't give a shit so yeah. If you want to sign up you do so during lunch."
While he went on his rant on who should get voted off the X factor, we decided to talk. Why not, I mean how the hell was this gonna help us pass our tests?
"Stan! We should sign up!" Wendy squealed with her ridiculously high pitched voice.
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch-
My internal one worded rant was cut off as Stan said "We should all sign us, what do say ken?"
He nodded, not looking up from his textbook, which hid a porno in it.
"Kyle? Wanna join?" I looked up and connected my emerald eyes to Stan's sapphire ones. I could get lost in their depth. They seemed to hold all the wonders of the ocean in them.
Then I looked over Stan's shoulder to see Wendy. Her violet eyes seemed to glare right into me as though daring me to agree. Wendy didn't like me as she once used to. We were no longer friends. She hated that Stan wanted to hang out with me and I hated the fact that she would always have Stan's heart.
She seemed to be telling me "Don't you dare, you can't have him. He's mine" Well okay, she probably wasn't thinking that, but she obviously didn't want me to join them, which meant I knew exactly what I had to say.
"Yeah man, that'll be fun." I grinned, feeling the raven haired slut's cold eyes on me. That only made me more satisfied.
Go ahead bitch; try to stop me from being friends with him. I may never have him the way you do, but I'll always at least be his best friend.