Okay so yeah another chapter...i have nothing really to say today so enjoy my lovelys3

Anchor and Terrible Things both songs by Mayday Parade kind of set the mood so feel free to listen to them while you read!

TOMMY POV

I arrived home after my first day of school, and to be honest, it wasn't much fun, I mean the only person who bothered to talk to me was this red headed kid whose name I still don't know.

Although I just met him, I'm kind of determined to take him out for a smoothie because he was the only person that actually gave me the time of day, even though he kind of ran away when I tried to talk to him after school…

He was interesting, and I needed a friend so why not the freaky emo kid? That's always fun, maybe we could be great friends or we could end up hating each other, either way, it'll be interesting.

I stepped into my room after promptly ignoring my parents, because first of all I didn't want to listen to their voices, second of all I'm still peeved.

Music blasted in my ears as I sat down and started thinking about my day, after getting out of physics I was kind of mad the rest of the day but all the other teachers were nice enough so it wasn't too bad. Done with my internal thoughts I picked up my guitar and let loose.

THE NEXT DAY (In the SpongeBob narrator voice) hehe (x

I pulled my car into the parking lot yet again and dreaded the day yet again, but this time I'm taking carrot top for smoothies and I will actually know his name.

I entered the classroom with my normal ease, looked around for bright red hair, obviously displeased that I couldn't find him, I sat in my chair pouting until I saw him show up.

Examining him closer I saw bruises lining his jaw and he limped, badly, what in the hell happened? His eyes were bloodshot and overall looked like he got his by a car. It kind of worried me, did he fall down some stairs or something, I hope not…

The lesson went by slowly, same as yesterday, though I didn't really notice it as much considering my mind was spinning as to what in the actual fuck happened to him. I decided I would ask him later, when we were more comfortable together because I remember when I went to school with a broken arm and thousands of people were asking me what happened and all I wanted to do was punch them, and I don't want to be punched so later.

The class ended with my thoughts in a knot, I hoped up from my seat quickly and stopped him from standing. "Name now," I demanded, he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.

"What's your name?"

"It's Adam,"

"Oh, ok are we still up for smoothies?" I grinned widely

"Um, I don't know…"

"Please? I still don't have a friend and you're the only person that talked to the 'new kid' so I would like to try and make friends while I can until I'm that weirdo who doesn't talk to anyone," Adam flinched as if I had slapped him.

"Um, Sure I guess…Let me ask,"

"I'll meet you outside this class ok?" I skipped away before he could say something and headed to my next class.

The rest of the day blurred together, it being because I was so excited to actually have someone to talk to. I leaned against the cracked door way and waited, though I didn't have to wait long, I heard Adam's voice in a matter of seconds, behind the door.

Leaning closer I eavesdropped on their conversation; I can't help it if I'm nosy.

"-Any of your business."

"It is my business, because your parents put me in charge of taking you home,"

"No, I don't need a ride home today I'll walk, just let me leave,"

"Oh I see, is it about the new guy? I saw him talking to you, maybe you have a crush?"

"This isn't about him, just let me leave," Adam's voice sounded gritty like he was talking through his teeth, after hearing some rustling, Adam spoke again.

"What are you doing?!"

"Nothing," Mr. Whatshisface's voice came muffled, more movement, then Adam burst through the door way. He has managed to knock me down on my ass at least 3 times in two days, are you kidding me?

He looked scared for mere seconds before the emotion was wiped clean from his face. Only surprise was left as he helped me to my feet, "still up for smoothies?" I offered, "Um, sure." With a glance back at the classroom he followed me out the school.

Completely forgetting what happened minutes ago I filled the silence with mindless chatter like asking questions about his life, him, his family, and friends, but each time he swiftly dodged and changed the topic each time. For the whole 10 minutes in the car, and all the questions I asked all I knew about him was his name and favorite color, fucking perfect.

We arrived at the smoothie place only to find out that it was closed, on a Wednesday, really?

"Seriously? Ugh ok, what do you want to do? Want to just come to my house for a little bit, I can take you home." I sighed and watched as Adam mentally debated,

"Um…I don't know, I-I think I should head home…" Adam stuttered over his words and looked out the car window. "No I want to hang out with you." I stubbornly added, I put the car in gear and it lurched forward towards my house.

He just nodded in surrender and stared out the window obviously not wanting to speak, so we drove in silence. Though it wasn't all that uncomfortable, it was somewhat peaceful, the low sound of music flowed through the car.

I hummed softly to the melody, I wasn't a great singer, but I knew what tune was and some people sadly did not.

We pulled into the driveway of my house and I hoped out of the car and walked up the sidewalk and waited for him to catch up to me at the door.

Suddenly nervous of what my family would think of this very dark friend that I have made, I didn't want to throw labels at him because, I personally hated them and anything judgmental, but I met the kid yesterday and my family was…different.

"Are you...erm sure I can come over?" You sounded so shy it was somewhat cute. Wait…What? Did I really just say that Adam sounded cute?

"Yeah…" I spoke distantly, for the first time I a VERY straight person had called another male cute. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with gays, I mean I know when some men are attractive and I have had guys come on to me before but that was mostly because I was one of the only guys that actually cared about their appearance.

"Um okay," He followed close behind me as I passed the kitchen looking around, yes they aren't home then walked upstairs, which, for the record was all mine now, because of "daddy's" new job.

I lead us up to my room, it was fairly big, but it's not like it mattered I had the whole top floor to myself, it had white walls and black furniture, band posters littered the walls, and I had a queen bed by a giant window, with some unpacked boxes in the corner, it was complete.

I kind of liked my room, even though I hate the neighborhood.

"So this is my room…The whole top floor is mine you don't have to worry about being too loud, I guess."

Awe was clear in his eyes, obviously he's thinking its big, hell even I do, but it kind of normal in this area, we live in the rich part of town.

He just nodded and followed as I sat on the bed, "are you hungry?" I asked, smiling softly as to not frighten him, he looked about ready to burst out of the house.

"I guess…"

I looked at the time to see when my parents would get home, so we have about an hour, ok. "My parent's will be home in about an hour and they'll cook dinner but we can eat snacks before they get here, popcorn and a movie sound good?"

"Yeah, uh hey where's your bathroom?"

"The third door down the hall," I answered as I walked to the upstairs mini kitchen, it didn't have stuff like a pantry or anything but it had cabinets, a microwave, and a mini fridge. Just as I started the microwave for the popcorn I heard a yelp and worried and curious I walked to the bathroom.

I opened the door and walked in, only to stop dead in my tracks, what I saw was a surprised Adam at the sink with his wrist under running water.

My eyes followed down his arm to where the water hit his wrist, I sucked in air and just stared, his arm was covered in bruises and cuts, and they enveloped his thin wrists. Angry red lines swirled around in a deadly pattern, cut after cut, covering his pale skin. Purple blotches hid any clear skin left so that his probably once beautiful clear arm was now gone.

Adam whimpered while looking around he yanked the first cloth that he set his eyes on and covered his arm, wincing he shut his eyes tight and took a step back.

Eyes wide I moved closer, I lifted my hand and grasped the sleeve of his shirt to keep him from moving anymore. I shut the door behind me and stood in from of his arm, I didn't how to feel, worried? Yes. Mad? Kind of. Curious? Hell yes, what would cause Adam to harm himself?

I placed my hand on the cloth, feeling Adam shake, I sighed and pulled the once clean towel away from his shredded arm, he yelped, finally opening his eyes and watched me, silently begging me not to ask all the questions that he knew was circling around in my head.

"I won't ask any questions if you don't want me to," visibly feeling him relax I continued, "But I want you to know that you shouldn't do this, I know this is none of my business, considering we meet like two days ago, but seriously, harming yourself does nothing. I probably have no right to talk to you about this but I want to be friends with you, but I don't my friend to hurt himself for reasons I may or may not know in the future." Done with my little speech I gazed at him and waited for a reply.

"What do you know," he had shut his eyes again and was shaking again, "Your right, you have no right to talk to me about any of this, I don't need someone to try and help me I don't need anyone, just because you've seen this doesn't mean I'm going to break down and start crying, probably spilling my whole life story if that's what your hoping for. I'm not weak like other people, I can and will handle everything on my own, I don't need anyone's help, let alone a friend."

Shocked, I stared at him for a long time, and then anger hit me. Really, you want to rant and tell me you don't need anyone IN MY HOUSE? Where I kindly invited you and am making you popcorn, REALLY? When I just told you I wanted to be friends with you? Ok that's it, I'm fucking done.

"Ok here's the deal, I'm not going to be sweet, you're being an ass right now, and it's kind of pissing me off, first of all when someone offers to fucking help you, you don't just say 'you don't need anyone' let alone IN THEIR OWN HOME, second of all I see that you're a loner at school so I'm fucking offering to be your friend, not because of fucking pity but because I want to, I like you and I want to be your god damn fucking friend ok?" I huffed and glared at him, this bitch will be my fucking friend whether he fucking knows it or not.

I grabbed the towel off the floor where it was dropped, wet it a little and started dabbing his wounds, hearing him squeak, I kept on cleaning it.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I just fucking said we are friends, and friends help each other."

"I don't need friends."

"We. Are. Fucking. Friends."

"I don't-"

"Shut the fuck up and let me clean your damn cuts."

He was silent after that, I sat him on the toilet as I fetched the first aid kit and started wrapping his arm in clean gauze. We were silent except for whimpers here and, once I finished I walked back into the mini kitchen where I had burned the popcorn, just great.

I walked back to the bathroom and stood in the doorway, and looked at this strange person that sat on my toilet.

"I'm sorry," his voice cracked as he spoke, I looked into his eyes, surprise evident on my features, "I shouldn't have said any of that; I was just…surprised that you saw that."

"It's fine, you don't have to apologize, I was kind of in your business anyway, well…friends? Do you still not need anyone?" I extended my arm and waited for him to either scoff and walk away or smile and shake it.

"I still don't need anyone, but I guess for now," Adam cracked a small smile for the first time ever since I've met him; he poked my hand with his finger and walked out of the bathroom.

"Cheeky little shit," I laughed and followed him to my room.

He didn't stay much longer after that, I offered to drive him home but he said he didn't live far and wanted to walk, so I agreed and watched him walk down the street.

I walked back to my room and laid down thinking about what the hell just happened, so I made friend, turns out he's very emo, though I don't know the reason, and he's also a cheeky little fucker.

I saw him smile…Adam is pretty cute, no doubt about it.

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