He Likes Boys With Black Hair, chapter 1
ANTHONY
***
It was about 15 minutes til the bus came for me, and I had just woke up after a long sunday night. Everything was silent in my bright room except the soft sound of snowflakes hitting my window. The clock read 6:45 AM.
"Shit." I mumbled to myself, rolling off the side of the bed into a pile of clothes on the floor.
My mother walked in.
"Anthony... You do know what time it is right?" She held her hips.
I nodded and groaned, half asleep.
"Well you`re not in grade four, get up and act your age." She trailed off into the hallway.
Hesitantly, I got up and walked into the bathroom.
"Augh, gross..." Is the only thing I said as I stared into the mirror before me.
A young boy with long blond hair parted to the side, really nerdy glasses, and a pimpley face is what I saw. And I hated that person with everything I had.
I washed my face, ignored my hair, got dressed and headed out the door.
"Anthony don`t forget your scarf! I don`t want my baby getting a cold!" My mom smiled as I was two steps from the sidewalk.
"Mom... I`m sixteen. You don`t need to baby me, I can take care of myself." I laughed, as she wrapped the black and blue scarf around my neck.
Mom shrugged, and gave me a hug before the bus was honking for me.
"See you later honey." She waved.
My mom... She doesn`t realize that I`m not a little kid anymore. I got on the bus to see pretty much every other student giving me a dirty look ; Like they did every morning. A guy in the back threw a penny at me that hit my glasses as I walked to the back and sat down next to an empty seat.
"Hey fag!" He called towards me, and laughed with his buddies.
I turned to the window and tried to ignore it. We would be at my friend's stop soon, and then I wouldnt be alone getting picked on.
The world was white around me, tree's draped in frost and snow fell to the ground. But inside of me, it felt black and empty. Like something was missing...
SONNY
***
The bus stop was cold, and I had about 10 minutes to walk for it. My two brothers took the bench, and I was left to stand aside. They are Skyler and Stephan. We're 16 year old triplets, but I don`t look much like them cause of my nose. Our mother left us when we were 4 years old because, long story short, she was a crackhead. And now we live with our father who is just getting over being an alcoholic. It's kind of hard.
"Sonny... Bus." Skyler poked my shoulder as I was lost off in space, leaning against a pole.
We got onto the bus, and I saw a familiar face at the back of the bus. It was my best friend Anthony Pier, and I went to go sit by him. My brothers sat infront of us.
"Hey!" I said.
Anthony got up from a slouch and looked at me, it looks like he's been crying.
"Hi Sonny."
"What's wrong? You dont look alright." I tilted my head.
"Jake Gregor, three seats ahead." Anthony said in a quiet voice.
Jake bullied Anthony alot. And I felt really bad for him...
"Just ignore it, Anton." I frowned at my best friend.
He sighed, and then lit up, almost as if he had just realized it was me, Sonny, sitting beside him.
"I will. How are you?" He replied.
ANTHONY
***
Sonny always makes me feel better. This is going to sound weird, but even... Just looking at him sometimes makes me happy. His long black hair, chocolate eyes, and spottless alabaster skin. I don`t know. I`m not really attracted to boys, but theres something about Sonny that I just can't figure out.
WE ARRIVED AT SCHOOL and me and Sonny went to our lockers.
"Hey, you know Saosin's playing tonight, do you wanna-" Sonny was just about to ask me something when everything spilled out of my locker, and then came Jake and his buddies clapping their hands.
"HAHA look at the mess Fag-Boy made! Look! And oooh what's this?" The tall, buff boy grabbed a book from the pile. And then I realized it was my journal.
"No! Don't read that please Jake. Please, I`ll do anything, just dont read it." I jumped for Jake but one of his friends held me and Sonny back.
"Aww, what's this?" Jake began to read, "I hate myself. I hate my pimpley face, my fat ass, my dry hair, everything. Sometimes I wish I could be alone in a dark room forever, nobody would see me and I wouldnt have to see myself. PFFT!" Jake's friends pushed me and Sonny to the ground, as Jake threw my book at my face.
"Fucking emo shit."
The boys threw soda at me and walked away, everyone was staring at me, lying in a pile of notebooks and papers.
"Anthony are you alright?" Sonny came to my side.
"Why don't you kiss him, Romeo?" Came a voice from the back.
Augh. I could feel my face going red. Sonny sighed and ignored them.
"Let's get you cleaned up, kay?" Sonny helped me up and we ran to the washroom.
SONNY
***
Stephan came racing from behind me and Anthony.
"Hey! HEY! What happened? Why is there a huge mess in the hall and why is everyone saying your name Anthony?" Stephan walked beside us.
"Nothing, Stephan..." Anthony sighed, and sniffled.
"Are you crying?!" Stephan squeaked. "No! Don't cry, you'll make me cry. And when I cry, thats not good."
"Stephan, go to class, we'll be there in a bit..." I mumbled to my brother.
"Fine, fine." He skipped down the hallway with his books in his hands.
The principal had just turned the corner as we were about to enter the washroom.
"Hello boys." Mr. Reznor grinned, but as soon as he saw Anthony and my expressions, and the hallway, things turned. "Um.. What's going on?"
"Mr. Reznor, we need to talk.." Anthony wiped his eyes.
***
It was about 15 minutes til the bus came for me, and I had just woke up after a long sunday night. Everything was silent in my bright room except the soft sound of snowflakes hitting my window. The clock read 6:45 AM.
"Shit." I mumbled to myself, rolling off the side of the bed into a pile of clothes on the floor.
My mother walked in.
"Anthony... You do know what time it is right?" She held her hips.
I nodded and groaned, half asleep.
"Well you`re not in grade four, get up and act your age." She trailed off into the hallway.
Hesitantly, I got up and walked into the bathroom.
"Augh, gross..." Is the only thing I said as I stared into the mirror before me.
A young boy with long blond hair parted to the side, really nerdy glasses, and a pimpley face is what I saw. And I hated that person with everything I had.
I washed my face, ignored my hair, got dressed and headed out the door.
"Anthony don`t forget your scarf! I don`t want my baby getting a cold!" My mom smiled as I was two steps from the sidewalk.
"Mom... I`m sixteen. You don`t need to baby me, I can take care of myself." I laughed, as she wrapped the black and blue scarf around my neck.
Mom shrugged, and gave me a hug before the bus was honking for me.
"See you later honey." She waved.
My mom... She doesn`t realize that I`m not a little kid anymore. I got on the bus to see pretty much every other student giving me a dirty look ; Like they did every morning. A guy in the back threw a penny at me that hit my glasses as I walked to the back and sat down next to an empty seat.
"Hey fag!" He called towards me, and laughed with his buddies.
I turned to the window and tried to ignore it. We would be at my friend's stop soon, and then I wouldnt be alone getting picked on.
The world was white around me, tree's draped in frost and snow fell to the ground. But inside of me, it felt black and empty. Like something was missing...
SONNY
***
The bus stop was cold, and I had about 10 minutes to walk for it. My two brothers took the bench, and I was left to stand aside. They are Skyler and Stephan. We're 16 year old triplets, but I don`t look much like them cause of my nose. Our mother left us when we were 4 years old because, long story short, she was a crackhead. And now we live with our father who is just getting over being an alcoholic. It's kind of hard.
"Sonny... Bus." Skyler poked my shoulder as I was lost off in space, leaning against a pole.
We got onto the bus, and I saw a familiar face at the back of the bus. It was my best friend Anthony Pier, and I went to go sit by him. My brothers sat infront of us.
"Hey!" I said.
Anthony got up from a slouch and looked at me, it looks like he's been crying.
"Hi Sonny."
"What's wrong? You dont look alright." I tilted my head.
"Jake Gregor, three seats ahead." Anthony said in a quiet voice.
Jake bullied Anthony alot. And I felt really bad for him...
"Just ignore it, Anton." I frowned at my best friend.
He sighed, and then lit up, almost as if he had just realized it was me, Sonny, sitting beside him.
"I will. How are you?" He replied.
ANTHONY
***
Sonny always makes me feel better. This is going to sound weird, but even... Just looking at him sometimes makes me happy. His long black hair, chocolate eyes, and spottless alabaster skin. I don`t know. I`m not really attracted to boys, but theres something about Sonny that I just can't figure out.
WE ARRIVED AT SCHOOL and me and Sonny went to our lockers.
"Hey, you know Saosin's playing tonight, do you wanna-" Sonny was just about to ask me something when everything spilled out of my locker, and then came Jake and his buddies clapping their hands.
"HAHA look at the mess Fag-Boy made! Look! And oooh what's this?" The tall, buff boy grabbed a book from the pile. And then I realized it was my journal.
"No! Don't read that please Jake. Please, I`ll do anything, just dont read it." I jumped for Jake but one of his friends held me and Sonny back.
"Aww, what's this?" Jake began to read, "I hate myself. I hate my pimpley face, my fat ass, my dry hair, everything. Sometimes I wish I could be alone in a dark room forever, nobody would see me and I wouldnt have to see myself. PFFT!" Jake's friends pushed me and Sonny to the ground, as Jake threw my book at my face.
"Fucking emo shit."
The boys threw soda at me and walked away, everyone was staring at me, lying in a pile of notebooks and papers.
"Anthony are you alright?" Sonny came to my side.
"Why don't you kiss him, Romeo?" Came a voice from the back.
Augh. I could feel my face going red. Sonny sighed and ignored them.
"Let's get you cleaned up, kay?" Sonny helped me up and we ran to the washroom.
SONNY
***
Stephan came racing from behind me and Anthony.
"Hey! HEY! What happened? Why is there a huge mess in the hall and why is everyone saying your name Anthony?" Stephan walked beside us.
"Nothing, Stephan..." Anthony sighed, and sniffled.
"Are you crying?!" Stephan squeaked. "No! Don't cry, you'll make me cry. And when I cry, thats not good."
"Stephan, go to class, we'll be there in a bit..." I mumbled to my brother.
"Fine, fine." He skipped down the hallway with his books in his hands.
The principal had just turned the corner as we were about to enter the washroom.
"Hello boys." Mr. Reznor grinned, but as soon as he saw Anthony and my expressions, and the hallway, things turned. "Um.. What's going on?"
"Mr. Reznor, we need to talk.." Anthony wiped his eyes.
