Well, here's chapter 1, or 2, or something... Idk... Either way, here it is...
Tom
Age 17
School. What a mess. What was the point sometimes?
I flopped down onto my bed, sick of another long day of it. There was always something that goes wrong consisting of my family and the family next door.
Only today, it was my sister who was the one to get caught up in the fighting. She didn't do anything except give out an invitation to her friends for her birthday party this weekend. But no, the Judd girl just had to get fed up and attack Carrie.
Although, while the fight was broken up and worked out in the office, I did something unthinkable. I spoke with the Harry kid from next door. It was the first time I ever had. And we actually had more in common than I imagined.
While we sat there in the office's lobby, we spoke to each other from afar, two chairs separating us as we chatted, not wanting anyone to notice. I couldn't see why I wouldn't be allowed to talk to him. Well, it's probably because of the fact that our families despise each other, but hey! This kid was cool.
The principal says that the next person to be in a fight in school is going to be sent to a private academy. I don't want Carrie to have to go away.
But now I'm just lying down, trying to ignore the families screaming over the fence outside.
I look around my room for something to distract me from the noise. Then I saw it. My baby. My guitar. I quickly swooped it up and began strumming a few chords, trying to block out the yelling.
I stopped playing about 2 hours later once the quarrelling had ended. I put my guitar down, surprised it wasn't steaming from how hard I had been playing. I put my notebook down on my desk, song ideas scribbled in pen all down the page.
I yawned and looked at my watch. It was 3 in the morning. Jesus, I had to get up for school again tomorrow! Maybe if I could get my acting skills brewing, I could swindle my way out of going. I'd just say I was terribly ill. My mom would let me stay home.
As I went to get into bed, in nothing but my Ghostbusters boxers and slippers, I heard a clinking noise at my window. I shrugged it off. It was probably nothing.
But then I heard it again. I groaned and wandered over to the window. I scoped down upon my dark yard, seeing nothing significant.
I sighed. I was just being paranoid. But then it was there again. I turned quickly, looking out. My eyes caught a figure this time though.
I opened my window and violently whispered, "Harry, what are you doing in my yard at 3 in the morning?!"
"I need to talk to you," he answered bluntly.
"Well, talk then," I instructed him.
"Can I come up? Someone may see me down here," he asked urgently.
"I don't know if I should," I told him, unsure about his purpose here.
"C'mon Tom! We both know I mean you no harm," he tried to assure me.
That was when my porch light turned on and shined onto him. I reacted quickly, jumping out onto my roof and reaching my arms down for him to grab. He took my hands and I pulled him up with me.
"Hurry! Your family will kill me!" Harry squealed at me, ushering me quickly back to the window.
We both got in through my window and just looked at each other. At that point, we both burst into a quiet laughter, making fun of each other.
I motioned to my bed and we both sat down on it. "Now, what's up?" I asked Harry, intrigued.
"I, um, well... I don't really know how to tell you this," he stumbled, confused. I found it all strangely attractive. Why? I don't know... But I did...
"Um, well, Tom, I-I think that, um... Well, Tom, I think I'm in love with you," he confessed, shocking me beyond belief.
I looked at him, a bit confused. "What?" I asked.
"I love you," he repeated himself. I did hear him right. Harry Judd, my supposed to be arch nemesis, just confessed his love to me.
I was taken aback and sat there, just looking at him, wide eyed and mouth agape. "I just needed to tell you that desperately. I don't even care if you feel the same way. I just love you, Tom," he told me.
I couldn't conjure up any thoughts or movements. He stood up and moped over to the window. As he was about to climb out of it, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, cupping his chin in my hands, and kissed him.
He grinned wildly as he separated our lips. "I love you too," I told him.
At those words, Harry wrapped his arms tight around my waist and pulled my into a huge bear hug.
Well, that escalated quicker than I hoped. Well, it's how Shakespeare wanted it to be! anyways, chapter 2 (Or 3) will be up soon. Don't fret. It will get drama-tastic. Believe me... And the others will come soon. Anyways, enjoy! XX -Sami-tastic, the writer.