A/n : okey-dokey now , I am on the second chapter of my original story ,
I really have nothing to say , so
Distribution : Its not that good anyways , if you do steal I will sue you ten ways till Sunday .
Ch : Two ;
I was sitting in algebra class , praying our teacher would end this lesson soon , for fear my brain would melt soon if he didn't .
I let my mind wander off , not even paying the slightest bit of attention anymore .
I started drawing mindless doodles on my paper, instead of taking notes like I was supposed to .
Or the most part I was thinking about skittle , he was my friend more than anyone ,
We have been friends since we were about nine , we grew up around each other .
My mind found itself snapping back to the moment in the hallway ,
Even though I shouldn't put much thought into it , the blonde boy has loved sweets since he was little ,
He'd do anything to get them , and never think anything more of it .
The school bell ended my musing signaling math class was over and it was time for me to go home .
I sprung from my seat and out of the door , The annoying mutt who was named Limey shortly following me
" 'Ey , mate , ' he whispered to me just outside the doorway , " Want to help me with something tomorrow night ? " , He asked with his normal grin
I looked oddly at him " What is it ,, smuggling something , taking something from a truck , ? " I asked skeptically
" Nah , I'm just meeting with a friend , " the brit said in a mock 'I'm offended tone'
" yeah sure , ' I said quickly not probing any further , I walked to my locker to retrieve my things
From my locker and then go wait outside the counselors office .
Skittles been visiting the counselor for as long as I can remember , they say he ' cant pay attention to his studies ' they all think he's stupid , I know he's not , he just chooses not to use it for things he doesn't like .
" Thanks Mr. Jameson , " he said before walking completely out of the door .
"You ready to go ? " I asked , tilting my head slightly to look at him
" yeah , Just let me grab some things from my locker ." the blonde started walking in the direction of his locker , taking his hat off to run a hand through his disheveled blonde hair , just before putting the dingy grey ski cap back on the unruly locks .
He went up to his metal door ; you could always tell it was his because he actually wrote his combination on the front of the door , he said he had nothing worth stealing so why bother with memorization ,
He grabbed his bag and turned towards me , we silently made our way through the hall , I could hear words coming through his dollar store headphones
'I know I have issues , but that's not the issue
', he must've changed his CD to one from his 'Msi ' collection , the sound was very distinct .
We were walking down the side walk on our way to my house ,
Skittle normally never went home , my mom never minded ,
She felt bad for him in a way .
His parents took care of him in the aspect of food , clothing and shelter , things of that nature , but they neglected him by never paying the least bit of attention to him ,
They could barely remember he existed , so when he was at my house my mom would give him a hug and ask him how his day went , just like she did for me .
We got to the brick house marked '1377 ', I opened the door and yelled to my mother , " Mom , were home . 'I trudged up the stairs up to my room , with skittle following behind me
As soon as I got to my door , I slung my bag on the floor while skittle just sat his down gingerly ,
He took his headphones off and went to plop on my bed next to me , looking over my shoulder while I played Ds , and curse at the forever irritating Professor Layton
" limey told me to meet him somewhere tomorrow night , want to come with ?"
"Sure" he replied not taking his eyes off my screen
he reached at the screen to point at something and ask a question , when he did his sleeve pulled up slightly revealing a tell-tale , red mark on his wrist ,
I looked at it for a second before asking "What happened to your wrist ? "
I already knew the answer , he's had a problem with this since he was in middle school
He thought if he cut his arms to ribbons it would make his parents care .
It didn't , they took him to a physiatrist , he said it was a phase , and they went back to their normal lives .
I hated his parents for what they did to him ,
He grabbed his wrist , shocked that I saw it . I grabbed his arm his arm and pulled the sleeve down , revealing an arm covered in scars from where the razor blade , or whatever he used to do the act ,
Ii just sat staring at the arm , some of these were recent .
"Drago … It helps , " he said a in a tone , that sounded like a mixture of sad and nervous ,
" How …. How can this help you ?" I spoke I was angry , but more worried about him
He took his arm back from me and nearly leapt from my bed and out of the door ,
"Son of a bitch " I murmured to myself ,
…...
To Be Continued
A/N : I Do NOT own Layton , Msi or anything else I may mention , But I do Own my characters .
Once again , its not that good to begin with , Do Not Steal , or I will sue
I couldn't think of anything to write for the ending , so simple and sweet to the point ending