Chapter 2: Diagnosed
They say High school is the best experience you can have in life.
Wrong.
Unless you're a jockey, cheerleader, or even part of the student council or have immediate friends inside of the said group of people, then you're going to have a shitty time.
Luckily I have Stacie Conrad for that. Picture this. A 5'7 gorgeous hottie who's built was perfect for cheerleading and any competitive sport, the sexual prowess of Aphrodite (seriously I used to like this girl) and all the confidence in the world to back it up. Now picture me. A 5'2 grumpy looking alt-girl, whose hobbies include mixing tapes and recording herself at 3 am. She also likes taco bell by the way.
So how did we end up becoming best friends? Well, it was the time she transferred here in Atlanta. Primary school was hell for me. If you recalled earlier this was the time where my biological mother died from the accident, and I was, like I said earlier on auto-pilot. Nobody would like to be with the small alt-girl who shuts everyone out. I was always alone during brake times and if there was any group activities I'd always be picked last. Excuse the sob story lol (ironic lol go ahead and stop me).
Anyway, 3rd grade rolled in and she, with her perfect hair and what not, approached me and asked if I would like to come and play with her. I was confused by this at the time. My routine then was to do my schoolwork, eat, and just sit there and stare at the other kids having fun, it's what I was used too, and for someone to actually offer play was a new concept for me. Eventually I said yes and we played Barbie or some girlie toy that was relevant back then. And by play we mean turning ken into Barbie's little bitch. Ms. Whatever my teachers name was not happy with that. One play time, turned into an everyday occurrence and ever since then we were inseparable. Even through high school I half expected her to leave me. Offers from the cheerleading team and a spot in the student council was a yearly proposition. I even told her that I think I was holding her back. She didn't mind, though I didn't believe in her then. So we compromised and joined what we both were interested in. The School band. And this was also the time where we wrote some stupid songs about crushes and the latest school gossip. Little did we know we just wrote our first hit single. More on that later.
So that's Stacie's life story with me. Speaking of which I have to talk business with her.
I dialed her number and awaited her voice.
"Hello?"
"Hey loser, want to hang out here? Parents are out, we can finalize a few things for the band."
"Yeah sure thing. Is Jesse and Aubrey coming?"
"I'll call Jesse you call the she devil."
"Hey that's my girlfriend!"
"Yeah, and?"
"I would like for my best friend and girlfriend to actually be friends?"
"We can't have it all Stace."
An in distinguishable grumble from the other line.
"Fine, be there in 30 minutes."
"K."
"So.. Are you excited for the graduation?"
"Stace this is me you're talking about. The only thing I'm excited about is getting out of the dump."
"Oh please, don't give me that crap Mitchell. You know you'll miss all our friends here. Amy, Emily, Jessica, Cynthia, Ashley, hell even Lily."
I wouldn't admit it. But yes I'll miss those nerds. They made a shitty situation a torelable one.
"Fine, I'll miss them. That's it though. The drama, the hormones the constant popularity contests. Uhm no thank you."
"Sure Mitchell, sure."
"Whatever. Just hurry your but over here."
"Sure hobbit."
"Screw you!"
I already heard the line cut off before I cursed the sex monster. Bitch.
30 minutes later I hear a loud banging in the front door
"BECSS YOUR FAVORITE BRUNETTE IS HERE!"
"You're the only brunette I know." I state as a matter of fact as I let her in.
"Doesn't change the fact that I'm your favorite."
"Whatever. Let's go up to my room all my stuffs in there." I said as I lead her to the house
"You know Becs you don't have to have a reason to take me up your bedroom." She said as she flirtatiously winks
"Stop with the flirting legs. I'll have to tell Aubrey she has to up her game in the bedroom if you have to constantly flirt with me any chance you get."
"First of all. She won't believe you. And second of all "the hunter" satisfies Aubrey just fine. Well that was the case last night."
I made a gagging noise as we approach my bedroom with all of my things packed up for tonight.
"Sheesh Mitchell you moving in a different country or what?" Stacie asks as she inspects the large boxes that's piled up in the middle of the room.
"It's the essentials Stace. Clothes, Equipment and a few personal belongings."
Stacie hummed in understanding as she continues to check out the rest of the boxes.
"Hey remember this?" She was holding a picture of the two of us during the 4th grade. She was holding onto my shoulder as she smiled widely and I looked away from the camera with a grumpy look on my face.
"Yeah you don't know the concept of personal space back then by the way."
"Shut up. You know you loved it back then."
I did actually. Having someone actually acknowledge you and not judge you for the way you looked and acted, it was nice.
But I wasn't going to tell legs over here.
"Yeah whatever. Is Jessie and Benji ready?" I asked as I laid down on my bed. Trying to change the subject.
"Yeah there stuff is already in the bus."
"Yours?"
"It's in Aubrey's apartment."
"Cool. Can you text them to come over here so I can put my stuff."
"Wait so your dads cool about all this?" Stacie asks. She along with Aubrey Jesse and Benji were well aware about my dad's decision to let me continue with the band.
"I'll deal with him on my own."
"He'll come through becs I know it."
"Yeah…"
We sat in silence for a while, while we let time pass by.
After a few minutes she broke it.
"You know I have a feeling were gonna make it."
"What do you mean?"
"It- It's kind of a good feeling. You know with you singing vocals and your writing, backed up by my excellent use of my fingers and Jesse doing his thing, I feel like this could be the start of something great."
I smiled at her genuine enthusiasm and I smiled in acknowledgement.
"Yeah. Hopefully."
Chapter 3 is in the making there we meet Aubrey and hopefully Chloe lol.
