Adam's POV

I stood outside the doorway of the school after school was over to wait for Tommy. I wasn't sure what I thought of that kid. He was nice, could be a little annoying, but he was nice and sweet and…..really cute. No! Did not want to think about him like that. I can't have feelings for the kid, I barely know him, and knowing my luck, he's not even gay. And I haven't had a boyfriend since….shit, shit, can't think about that. There was a cold breeze and I pulled my jacket tighter around me. I loved this jacket so much; I mean I kind of needed it, to hide my writs. Yeah I know what you're thinking, stupid emo kid who cuts himself, that's me. Well no, that's not me; at least I don't want it to be. But so much shit has happened in my life, between the asshole kids here, my parents, my dumbass of a brother, my asshole ex, and…..my other ex. I shuddered, I didn't want to think about it all, but sometimes I just couldn't help it. And it got so bad sometimes that I just cut myself without even knowing what I'm doing, it's like I'm in autopilot mode or something. And I don't even realize it until I see blood all over the place and my wrist is hurting so fucking bad. The only person that knew about my problem was Cassidy.

Cassidy was my best friend, more than that actually, he was like a brother to me. He knew almost everything about me and we tell each other everything. I've known him since 6th grade. I was a different person then. I was happy and cheerful. But that was before I found out I was gay and started dating and shit.

"Hey fag" someone said, knocking me out of my own little world that I seemed to be in right now. I looked up to see some muscle head guy walking away laughing with one of his little buddies. I just looked at the ground. That's my other problem, I can't even stand up for myself, I'm so pathetic. But I was just too afraid of what would happen if I did. They might want to like beat me up or something and I didn't think that would go over well. Even if I was pretty tall and had a decent build, I didn't play sports or work out constantly. I didn't stand a chance against any of the guys here, which sucked because they knew it. They know they can harass me all they want, and I won't do shit about it.

"Hey Adam" I turned around to see Tommy smiling and walking over to me. Actually, it was more like skipping and I had to chuckle, it was cute.

"Hey Tommy"

"Come on, let's get going" he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his car. His car was parked a few rows down in the parking lot. Once we got there, we got in his car, a black 2011 Chevy Camaro, with black leather interior.

"Wow, nice car" I commented. I wish I could have a car like this. Well, not exactly like this. My dream car was a mustang GT, but until I could save up enough money, I wasn't going to get it. I asked my parents for a car when I was 16 and they laughed and told me to get a job and buy it myself. Actually I did have a job, at Starbucks, but Starbucks wasn't exactly a five star restaurant, and between buying clothes and make up and food, i barely had enough to put in my savings each month. Luckily Cass usually gave me a ride to school, but it was still annoying having to walk everywhere else.

"Thanks" he smiled at me. "Do you have a car?"

I shook my head "Trying to save up for one though"

"Oh, well good luck with that" he smiled at me, and I could tell that he meant it. I smiled back my half smile "thanks" I muttered.

After about 10 minutes of driving, Tommy pulled into a driveway of a double decker house. You know, one of those houses that you can have two families living in, one upstairs and one downstairs.

We walked into the house, which looked really nice from what I could see of it. The living room had white shaggy carpet and there were two black leather couches sitting in front of a flat screen TV. Off to the left was a kitchen and straight ahead was a door, which I assumed led to the second level of the house. There was a man sitting in one of the couches watching football, I assumed him to be Tommy's dad.

"Hey dad, I'm home. This is my friend Adam" he said gesturing towards me

His dad looked at me, his eyes swept over my eyeliner and skinny jeans and he frowned. "Hello Adam" his voice was a little dry. I didn't understand why though, Tommy wore it, but i guess that didn't mean his father approved of it. Tommy rolled his eyes when his dad wasn't looking. "Come on" he said tugging on my sleeve, and he turned around towards the door that led to the upstairs part of the house. He opened the door and motioned me to come inside and then he shut it

"Wait, you guys own both levels of this house?" I asked

"Yup" he replied. "I live upstairs, my parents live downstairs."

"Wow, that's awesome, you're lucky" I said and meant it. It would be amazing to have an entire story of a house all to yourself. I lived in a 3 bedroom, nothing special. I had my own room, but that didn't mean I had privacy in it. People (mainly my brother) walked in on me whenever they wanted. Not that I was stupid enough to be doing anything embarrassing in there, but it was annoying when people didn't seem to get the meaning of the word 'knock'.

Tommy chuckled "yeah, it's pretty nice"

The upstairs of the house looked similar to the downstairs. When you walked up the stairs, there was a hallway that led to two rooms at the end of it. To the left was a small kitchen and to the right a small living room.

"So are you hungry?" Tommy asked me. I nodded

"Ok…." Tommy muttered while looking around in the kitchen opening random cabinets and the fridge. Tommy didn't have a dining room table so I just stood there watching him. Finally Tommy pulled a plate out of the fridge, which was covered in tin foil.

"Do you like left over pizza?" he asked me

I chuckled "sure"

He stuck two pieces of pizza on a plate and put them in the microwave. When they were done he took them out, took one of the pieces off the plate, and handed the plate that had the other piece on it to me.

"Thanks" I muttered

I didn't eat mine right away because I knew it was hot. Apparently Tommy didn't know that though because he immediately took a huge bit from his.

"Ow! Hot, hot, hot!" he put up both his hands to fan his mouth and when he did he dropped the piece of pizza he was holding "dammit!"

I let a giggle escape my lips; I couldn't help it, that was too funny

Tommy stopped fanning, looked at me, and swallowed the bite of pizza in his mouth. "Did you just laugh?" he asked me

I looked down blushing and shrugged. "Why? That was pretty funny" I told him

He laughed "yeah, I guess it was, it's just, the entire time I've known you, I never heard you laugh."

I shrugged again, "I guess I just don't laugh much" I told him. It was true, I didn't laugh much. Actually I didn't even smile much. I leaned my hand on the counter and when I did Tommy put his hand over mine. I flinched but didn't pull away.

"Cassidy told me" he spoke suddenly "about the kids at school and your parents, and you being gay"

I pulled my hand away. I was going to kill Cassidy! Before I could think of Tommy's worst possible reaction he spoke again.

"It's ok, I am too, and I know where you're coming from, my parents are like that too, it sucks"

I smiled down at him "wait, are you really? Gay I mean" he nodded "yupp" I smiled, I knew he was trying to get me to see that he knew where I was coming from, but he didn't, not all the way. He would never know everything I went through, and I didn't want him to know. Nobody deserved it, especially not Tommy.

"Come on, let's eat" he said changing the subject. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. We went into his bedroom and Tommy motioned for me to sit down on his bed. I did and he sat down next to me. I looked around his room. It was pretty cool actually. There was a lot of black. Black carpet and a black blanket on his bed. I didn't even know what color the walls were. They were all covered in posters. Bands like Metallica, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails, Green Day, and more. But what stood out to me the most were the three guitars sitting in the corner. There was an acoustic, electric, and a bass.

"You play guitar?" I asked him. Wow, stupid question

He nodded and smiled "yeah! I love music, can't live without it."

"Me too" I told him.

"Really? You play?" I shook my head, the truth was, I did sing a little, but I didn't tell him that. I knew he would ask to hear me sing and I had never sung for anyone except Cassidy, who sang too. Cassidy told me that I was amazing, but I wasn't so sure.

I ate the last bite of my pizza and leaned over Tommy to put my plate on the dresser beside the bed. But when I went to sit back down, my arm accidently smacked Tommy in the face.

"Hey!" he playfully elbowed me in the side and I jumped and yet out a little yelp. Another problem of mine: I'm ticklish, like extremely.

I was hoping Tommy didn't notice my little yelp, but he did. "Oh, is Adam ticklish?" he asked and moved closer to me

"No…" I told him backing away

"Yes you are"

"Am not"

"Yes you are" and with that he reached out totally unexpected and started tickling me. I started cracking up, I couldn't help it, it tickled! "hahaha Tommy, Tommy stop!" I tried to push his hands away but that fucker had some fast hands! "Tommy!" I finally got my arms raised and pushed him away from me. He was cracking up and his face was all red. He looked at me, then down, probably to plan where he would tickle me next. But then he froze and his face turned blank. I looked down quickly. Shit My jacket sleeves had rolled up without me knowing it and you could see the bandages that were covering my wrist. I pulled my sleeves down as fast as I could, but I was too late

"Adam, what's that?" he asked

"It's nothing Tommy" I told him, my voice hard

"That's not nothing, let me see!" he moved closer to me

"No Tommy!" I yelled, jumping off of the bed.

He stood up too "Adam, what happened? You can tell me"

"No, it's none of your business" he looked hurt, I didn't mean for that to sound as harsh as it did, but I couldn't take it back now.

"Did you…..did you do that?" he asked

I looked down at the floor. I could try to deny it, but I was a pretty bad liar, and I knew Tommy wouldn't fall for it.

"Adam! Why would you do that?"

"I said it's none of your business"

"It is too my business, I'm your friend weather you like it or not, and I won't let you hurt yourself over a bunch of asshole kids"

"You know what Tommy, shut up! You don't know me, you don't know shit about me!" I yelled at him

"I don't' care what I do or don't know" he yelled back "I care about you and I don't want you doing this!"

Wait, did he just say he cared about me?

"Adam, I don't care that I just met you today, I don't care that I don't know that much about you, I like you, and I can't stand to see you like….that, come on Adam let me help you" he grabbed onto my arm

"No!" I yanked my arm away and when I did, it caused Tommy to go flying back into the dresser, and fall on his ass.

I just stood there not moving, he didn't move either, just looked up at me with those big brown eyes of his.

"I….." I wanted to say I was sorry, but I just couldn't find the words

"Adam….."

I got tears in my eyes, and started to back away. "Just….just leave me alone" I turned around and walked out, leaving him sitting there