Me-Hi, welcome back to Waiting for Superman! Four reviews? Well, Imma go kill the cats- - -
Nowaki-NO! Don't kill the cats! *grabs ahold of my left arm*
Sebastian-Yeah, don't even think about it. *grabs ahold of my right arm*
Me-Se...Sebastian!?
Hiro-Yeah, Sebastian. We found him at a store or something.
Me-Huh. Well, anyhow, I don't own Kuroshitsuji or anything else that might be mentioned! All I own is this fanfic.
Nowaki-Hey, hey, can we have an omake?
Me-No, we shall not.
Nowaki-Please, please~!
Me-I said no!
Usagi-Ignore them and read on.
10 August 2020
To my journal,
I have been working at the bowling alley in Dave and Buster's for I believe two and a half months now. Aunt An has been insisting that I try and have a social life. I disagree with her. I feel like I am quite social on Twitter as emokid_666. However, I can't say no to Aunt An, so I have no choice. The uniforms there are quite tacky. They're orange and blue and I have to wear this stupid cap that's exactly the same color and the logo's on it. I kind of wish that I worked at one of the shops on 16th Street like Lizzie...
Last week, I found out that my parents FINALLY got their divorce papers through. My mom now lives in Queens and she still keeps in contact with me. However, I choose to ignore her. I can't forgive her after she sent me off to live with Aunt An (even though I thought that it was the best thing that ever happened to me). Plus, I don't even remember her anymore! As for my father, he was put in jail last year for raping a fifteen year old girl in an alleyway in Detroit. But, it doesn't matter. I don't need them, anyway.
As for Sebastian...well, I still haven't received anything from him yet. I am just about ready to give up at this point. I'll never find him. Maybe I should just
"Really, again?!"
The journal was snatched out of a bluenette's hands as a redhead peered into the journal.
"You know, Phantomhive, you're too old to be writing in diaries!" the redhead jeered.
"No kidding." a Chinese guy said, making the two of them cackle like hyenas.
"Can you seriously go pick on someone your own size, Grell and Lau?!" a blonde-haired boy pushed his way in between Grell and Lau and sighed. "Gosh, this has been going on for too long!" he said, snatching the journal out of Grell's hands.
"Geez, again?!" Lau, the Chinese guy, whined.
"Alois, you're such a sourpuss." Grell, the redhead, grumbled before marching off with Lau following from behind.
Alois let out a sigh as he handed the journal back to the bluenette.
"Your journal, Ciel." he said.
Ciel eyed the blonde, an awkward silence hanging over them. A small smile made its way to his lips as he took the journal from him.
"Thanks." he replied.
Alois beamed.
"You know, I knew that you'd open up to me someday!" he chirped as he sat down in the desk next to his.
Ciel looked at the chirpy blonde and sighed.
He never knew he'd actually grow to consider the chatterbox as his friend. Before, he'd think of him as a nuisance and wish that Lizzie and Claude would hurry up and try to distract him from Alois. However, in ninth grade, he was assaulted by a gang when he was coming home from Homecoming (Lizzie forced him to be her date). Alois found him and saved him that night, successfully carrying him back home. He had gotten a few bruises here and there, but he began to admire the blonde after that night.
"Ciel~!"
Ciel turned to see Lizzie and Claude make their way into the classroom. Lizzie's eyes sparkled as she ran over to Ciel.
"Hi!" she greeted as she glomped him.
"U-Um...hi..." Ciel squeaked out.
"Ugh, Lizzie, get off of him." Claude grabbed her by the collar of her light blue v-neck shirt and he pulled her away from him. "At least give him some space." he stated promptly.
"Aw...! But Claude!" Lizzie whined.
"Hush." Claude pulled her into a hug. "Let Ciel be." he said.
Lizzie gazed up into Claude's eyes, pouting.
"Fine..." she grumbled.
"Eugh! You two seriously need to get a room!" Alois declared as the bell rang.
Lizzie and Claude made their way over to their desks at the front of the classroom and Ciel and Alois turned in their desks as the teacher came in and class began.
"Aunt An, I'm going now." Ciel said as he put on a pair of blue Vans.
"Alright! Be safe out there!" she called out from in the kitchen.
Ciel sighed as he grabbed up the skateboard that he had up against the wall by the door and he headed out. He took the elevator down and he headed out from the side entrance. He looked over at the mailbox with a sad look on his face.
"What's even the point of going to check the mailbox? He probably didn't send me a letter again..." he thought to himself.
He put the skateboard on the ground, put his foot on it, and he began to ride the skateboard into the city.
He whizzed through the crowds of people in the city to try and get to work. He honestly didn't mind going to work. It was fun, since Alois was there along with his two distant cousins, Wendy and Peter. However, the job didn't sit right with him. He never imagined himself sorting out bowling balls, dealing out prizes at the prize table, and serving pizzas to outrageously loud parties.
He sighed deeply as he whizzed around the corner.
As he did, a taxi pulled up onto the curb and the door opened. Someone stepped out as Ciel slammed right into him.
"Oh, shit!" Ciel exclaimed, feeling the skateboard fall out from under him as he fell onto his butt. He let out a curse as he rubbed his bottom.
"Dammit..." he grumbled.
"Are you okay?"
Ciel looked up, ready to snap at whoever he ran into. That was when his eyes locked on ruby red ones. The person's eyes were an unusual color. It was captivating Ciel and slwoly drawing him in...
A small blush collected onto his cheeks, realizing that he had been rudely staring for who knows how long.
"Y-Yeah..." he stammered out as he took the hand that was extended to him and he was pulled up.
He looked and realized that the person was a guy that was around the same age as him. He had black hair with long bangs in the front and his hair cut short in the back. He was about six feet and he wore a black Panic! At The Disco concert shirt with a dark grey and white scarf around his neck, torn skinny jeans with red plaid patches, and white Converse.
"Is that your skateboard going down that way?" the guy asked, nodding his head over to the skateboard that was rolling down the sidewalk towards a fire hydrant.
"Oh, shoot!" Ciel looked at the fire hydrant and then at the guy. "Again, thanks so much!" Ciel thanked him before running off.
The guy watched him run off and chuckled.
"Well...he's an interesting person."
Ciel threw on a blue and orange vertically striped polo shirt and he closed the locker door as he felt someone tackle him from behind.
"CIEL! You were almost late!" the person shouted.
Ciel sighed as he turned to look at the blonde that was holding him tightly.
"I'm sorry, Peter." he pried his arms off of him. "I had a little run-in with someone." he told him.
"A run-in?!" Peter gazed at him with his grey eyes. "With who?!" he asked.
"Some guy." Ciel replied.
"Awie~!" Peter skipped over to Ciel. "You didn't at least catch his name?" he asked.
"No, I didn't!" Ciel sighed. "Come on, let's just go to work." he said as they headed out into the bowling alley.
"Oi, Ciel!" Ciel looked over at a girl that was putting away some bowling balls. "Come help me out here! These bowling balls are too goddamn heavy!" she called out.
"Okay, Wendy!" Ciel replied as he ran off to go help Wendy.
As he began to help her put away some of the bowling balls, he thought back to when he bumped into the guy on the street.
"Who IS he? He was quite weird..." Ciel bit his lip. "Oh, just forget it! You'll never meet him again, so stop thinking about him so much!" he thought to himself.
Me-Alright! I'm done with this chapter. Gosh, it was taking forever...Welp, this chapter sucked like crap and I highly doubt I'm going to get much reviews, so...meh.
I shall see you around soon! Bai~