So I really hope that you enjoy this story, I worked really hard on it, I did publish it but then decided to rewrite it a couple of times and finally this is what I came up with. If I get 5 reviews then I'll try my hardest to publish a new chapter. I can't really find inspiration to come up with a new chapter of 'Adventures of Online Gaming' so I'm sorry for fans of that story I might just not continue it. I'm not sure yet. This is my second story on here so feedback is greatly appreciated.
I sit there, the moon and stars illuminating the gravel road surrounding me. I sigh as I flick the cigarette ashes that had accumulated at the tip. I lay back and stare at the stars, taking another drag. I recently moved here from New York, don't get me wrong I love New York and all but the people there just sicken me. I was bullied throughout my whole childhood until the day my parents and I decided to move. I never really understood why people would take their anger out on my when I was a child, I never noticed the names they were calling me until I got to high school. When I got to high school I finally realized why they were so rude to me. I was gay, I am gay, and they knew all along. When I was around 5 I kissed a girl, I thought it was right since I felt so strongly about her, and ever since then I was bullied, ridiculed, hurt, everything you could think of had been done to me. I'm guessing you want to know my name right? It's Alex, Alex Russo. I have no addiction to cigarettes, I can quit whenever I please, I just don't want to any time soon. I don't think anything could possibly force me to quit smoking, nothing has so far. I sit up and put my cigarette out, I pull out my phone and see that I have a text from my mom reading: come home, it's getting late. Shit. I didn't realize she knew I was out. My mom knows I smoke, she doesn't buy cigarettes for me because that's illegal and she doesn't want to be a part of it, we've tried all methods of quitting but none of them have worked, she's tried her hardest and I feel bad for her but what can I do? I don't want to stop. It feels great, especially whenever I get a buzz, my first cigarette was a major trip for me. I was sitting in the car with my best friend I was driving and he tells me to inhale, all the way into my lungs and then let it out. I do and I don't cough, it wasn't my fist actual cigarette but it was the first one I've ever finished and actually got a buzz. I was driving and it was the biggest buzz I had ever had. I could still drive though, it wasn't like being high. My best friends name is Mason, he was always there to protect me through elementary school and middle school, but once high school started he had to transfer schools but we've kept in touch ever since. I start my walk home and my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket, it's Mason. "Hey." I smile. "Hey there my favorite lesbian, how's the move?" I shrug even though he can't see me. "Good, I still have to unpack my clothes and decorate my walls but all is well." "Great, well I think I'm going to go visit sometime soon, not very soon because I'd need to buy a plane ticket and all and I'm basically broke right now ha-ha." I laugh with him. "You're always broke! Well I have to go in outside my door and I think my mom might be a tad bit pissed at me." "What'd you do now? Alright goodnight, better call me tomorrow." I nod again. "Sure will." I hang up and walk into the house. "I'm home." I say as I hang my jacket up in the coat rack. "Oh good, look tomorrow we're having dinner with the neighbors and I really need you to not smell like an ashtray, please?" She pleads. "Sure, is it fine if I go to bed?" She nods. "Night." I say. "night." she replies. I run up my stairs, into my room, and I jump on my bed. I'm so ready for a new start. School starts in a month and even though I'm nervous, I'm ready.
I wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes filling my room. I open my eyes and take a deep breath. My stomach growls and I know it's time to get up. I sit up and crack my back, I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and make my way to the bathroom stretching even more with each step. I brush my teeth and take a quick shower making sure I smell delicious. I jump out of the shower and get dressed, quickly brushing my hair and re-brushing my teeth. I love having nice clean smile, my favorite feature of myself. I jump down the stairs and jog into the kitchen. "Morning mom!" I yell as I sit at the dining table. "Morning sweetie." She replies while placing a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me. I grab the syrup and drown my pancakes and bacon in it. "Jeez Alex leave some for me." My mom sarcastically says to me. I roll my eyes and put the bottle down. "So what are we having for dinner tonight?" I say with a mouth full of pancakes. "Not sure yet." She shrugs. I nod. "I'm probably going to go to the store to pick up some pasta." My mouth waters even though I have it filled with bacon. "Good." I love pasta, any type of pasta with Alfredo sauce is my favorite like I don't care what it is as long as it has Alfredo sauce. I stand up and put my plate in the sink. "I'm gonna go out and explore the neighborhood." I say heading for the door. "Alright be safe, be back before 7." I nod and yell my good bye. I grab my hoodie and head out the door. It's a bit chilly so I slide my hoodie on and zip it up half way. I start my way to the gravel road I was at last night while I pull out my phone and dial Masons number. (Bold for mason regular for Alex.)
Hey!
Hey, what's up?
Not much just got done cleaning my room, it was a mess. You?
Not much, just on a walk, going to go smoke a cigarette
Ugh, I wish I had one, I'm definitely going to visit you soon I promise.
Whatever you say
Hey, I have to call you back later my mom's yelling at me. Bye!
The call is ended. Odd. His mom never yells at him, hopefully he's alright. I sit down and pull a cigarette out of my pack. I search my pockets for a lighter luckily I brought one. I Light up my cigarette and take a drag. An animal scurries past me startling me which causes a cough attack for me. I put the cigarette down and continue coughing my lungs out. "You should really quit smoking." I hear a soft voice say next to me. I can't stop coughing. She pats my back and lightly rubs circles all over my back. "Calm down, you're gonna be okay." She says while handing me a bottle of water. I spit and drink some of the water. "This is what happens when you smoke." She says with a smile on her face as I calm down from my coughing attack. "No this is what happens when an animal scares the living shit out of you while you have smoke in your lungs." She rolls her eyes. "Same thing." I shake my head. "I refuse to believe that." I take one more sip of the water bottle and hand it back to her. "Thank you." She nods. "So why haven't I seen you around before?" I shrug. "Just moved here from New York." I say picking up my cigarette which was unlit. "Must've been rough leaving." I shake my head once again. "No way, I'm glad I'm gone." I put the cigarette back in my pack, I'm not sure what it is but I can tell that she isn't a very big fan of smokers, or just smoking in general. "So what are you doing out here?" I look at her, I really look at her and I realize something. She's absolutely breath taking. With dark hair, a lavender dress on, light eye makeup and a pair of white sandals. "Had a bit of a fight with my parents and didn't feel like being home." I nod. "I understand." I see her shiver, I pull my sweatshirt off and offer it to her. "No I'm fine." She politely says to me. I shake my head, "So am I, hon, I'm from New York." She smiles at me and accept my offer. She pulls it on and wraps her arms around herself. "Thank you." She has a sweet voice, let me tell you that. I can't stop myself from stealing glances at her. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I pull it out of my phone it's a text from my mom. I sigh. "Alright well it seems that my mom needs me home to prepare dinner." She nods. I stand and so does she. "See you later?" I ask hoping she'll say yes. "Maybe." She smiles turning around. "Bye." She says walking in the opposite direction as me. "Bye." I say watching her walk away. I groan and make my way home.
"Mom, I'm home!" She walks into the living room. "I need to run to the store really quickly will you do me a favor I left all the ingredients out I just need you to peel what needs to be peeled and such, please?" I nod and make my way to the kitchen. "I'll be back!" She yells as she shuts the door. I walk into the kitchen and pull the peeler from the silverware drawer. I grab a carrot and begin peeling it. I check the time and realize there's two hours until I meet the neighbors. I am so not in the mood to though. A few minutes pass when I realize that I never got my sweatshirt back. I smack my forehead and groan. That was my favorite sweatshirt, I'm an idiot that's for sure. She was cute though, I will admit that. I really hope I see her again. I bite my lip and shake away all my thoughts from her and continue peeling shit. After 20 minutes all was peeled and put in their respective places. I make my way up to my room and hear the door slam downstairs. "Home!" I hear my mom say making her way to the kitchen. I run down and she thanks me for peeling everything for her. She gets started on cook and I make my way into the living room turning on the TV. SpongeBob is on and I'm basically put into a trance for the next hour and a half. My mom shuts the TV off and tells me to go set the table and that the neighbors are coming over soon. I nod at her and jog to the dinner table. "How many are they?" I ask. "3!" she yells as she runs upstairs to change into something presentable, I should do the same. I quickly finish setting the table and run upstairs, what do I wear? I look through my box of clothes and decide on a plaid shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I run into the bathroom and change as fast as possible. When I walk out of my room I hear small chatter. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen, "Oh! Alex they're Steve and Connie Torres." I shake both of their hands. "Nice to meet you both." I smile at them. "As to you." I look around and realize somebody is missing. "So where's our missing guest?" I ask jokingly. "Oh that's Steve and Connie's daughter, she had to use the bathroom." I nod and sit there awkwardly, until that is that Steve decides to break the silence. "So Alex, which school are you going to be attending this year?" I shrug. "Riverbank." He nods. "Mitches going to be going there too." He says when I notice someone approaching the table. "Alex this is Mitchie, Mitchie this is Alex." My mom says as she serves our food. "It's you." I say, both her parents and my mom look at me like I'm crazy. "Hey, so this is what you meant by see you later huh?" I smirk. "Not really but I'll take credit." I say. "I take it you've met each other?" Connie asks. I nod. "Yeah I was coughing my lungs out and she helped me calm down." I look at her and see that she's still wearing my sweatshirt. My stomach instantly fills with butterflies. "So this is who you were talking about when you came home huh?" Steve teases Mitchie. Her face is a light shade of pink after his comment. "So you were talking about me?" I join in the teasing. "Don't flatter yourself." She smiles at me. I roll my eyes and dig into my food the second my mom sits down. "Enjoy your food I guess." We eat, small chatter going on nothing too important. "So, I guess you really liked my sweatshirt." I smirk at Mitchie. "Not even." I roll my eyes once again. "Yeah so then why haven't you taken it off?" She shrugs. "I was cold and I already had this one on me." I nod not believe a word she's said. She finishes dinner first standing to leave her dish in the sink. I watch her walk, I think she probably knew I was watching her because she moved her hips more flirtatiously than last time. I gulp and shove the last spoon full of food into my mouth. "Thanks for the food mom." I say walking to the sink and washing the dishes, Steve Connie and my mom both finished before me but not too much before me. We sit there babbling, getting to know each other a bit more. Steve owns a restaurant and Connie is a cook in it, Mitchie is very passionate about music and even went to camp rock twice. It was around 9 o'clock when the Torres family decides they should head out. We walk over to the door with them my mom and her parents say their goodbyes. "So, see you later?" She asks me mockingly. "Definitely." I say. She smiles at me and hugs me goodbye. Oh my god she smells like heaven. I sigh once we let go and watch her as she leaves. She waves and they make their way to her house. I close the door and join my mom in the kitchen as she cleans the table. "So, you and Mitchie seem to have been getting along." My mom says to me with a smirk. I roll my eyes. "It's nothing like that." I completely lie. "So then why was she still wearing your sweatshirt? She didn't even return it." I shrug. "She said that since she was cold and already had the one I let her borrow that she just wore that one." My mom rolls her eyes and finishes putting the dishes back where they go. I say goodnight to her and head up to my room not really bothering with changing my clothes. I lay there and let sleep take over my body. I can't believe that a girl like that actually exists.
Mitchies POV:
I walk into my house with my parents, they make their way to the hall closet we have for jackets and such. "You better get to bed." My dad says to me not looking at me. My mom just heads to their room not looking at me once. "Goodnight." I whisper as I angrily walk to my room shutting my door. My parents and I had had a big argument this morning. It was about my sexuality and how I'm confused and that I have no idea what I'm talking about. Like. I know what I'm talking about I've been talking about for 10 years. I've known since I was 6, and it finally became completely clear to me this year, I finally got the courage to come out and nothing but an argument comes from it. I don't even cry I just lay there looking up at the ceiling of my room. I sigh and sniff Alex's jacket. I'm definitely smitten. Even though I just met her.
