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Too Young To Live This Way

New Friend

''Hey, dude! Newbie!" I voice yells at me from across the canteen. I turn and spot the a guy named Tino from my English class in the corner, gesturing for me to come over. With him are two other guys, one with a shoulder-length dark hair, the other with a similar hairstyle to my own. They both look friendly.
''Sit down, you look like a lost puppy.'' He grins, kicking a chair towards me.
''Thanks, I guess.'' I nod, and Tino smiles brightly.
''Guys, this is Austin Carlile, he was in my Eglish class earlier. This is Shayley and Phil.'' He points to the two strangers in turn, and I say hello to them. As I sit down, I realise that I appear to have gained a sort-of friend, on my first day of school. Not bad, huh!?
''So, where are you from?'' Says the one called Shayley, leaning forward over the table.
''Florida, I just moved here with my Dad.'' I reply.
''Why'd you move?'' Phil asks, which is a fair question, just not one i'm willing to answer.
''Oh... family reasons.'' I say, trying to close the subject.
''Alright, fair enough. If you don't wanna talk about it, that's fine.'' Shayley smiles reassuringly. ''So you like Slipknot?'' I gratefully embrace the subject change, and ry to act lie a normal, socially capable person.

I have Music last, and it appears that the arrogant ginger guy is in my class. I've had a few lessons with him today, but this is the only one he shuts up and listens in. Okay, so he likes music, and Slipknot, and he seems kind of friendly, at least he is to me, so maybe I can try and be friendly too. Unfortunately, moving to a new school doesn't make me any better at making friends...
''Okay, as today is your first day back, I want to see what you can do,'' announces the teacher to the bored class, he introduced himself as Mr. Beckett and seems very excitable, what with his hand gestures and big smiles. ''I want you to get into pairs, and write a song. We will be doing this for the next week or so, so put your best efforts into it. Partner up, and get started!"
I sigh, my first day here, and it's a partner project. I'm going to be the last person, waiting to get dumped with another loner, I can feel it. This happens every time. It always happens.
Everyone starts to divide up, and go into individual rooms scattered around the music block.

''Hey, Carlile, work with me? I got no friends in this class, you seem alright. You play anything?'' A voice asks from behind me, and I turn around eagerly. Alan is stood there, looking mildly bored.

''Um, a bit of guitar, bit of bass, I sing. I also scream, but I guess I can't do that in a school!" I laugh nervously, as Alan nudges me toward the room with guitars and amps in.
''Okay, I play guitar. You write lyrics? I write tab, and a few lyrics, but i'm not great, so i'll need a hand.'' Alan points me to a stool in the corner, and basically chucks a spare acoustic guitar at me.
''Oh, I write a few lyrics too, sometimes.'' I answer, as he starts to tune his guitar.
''Cool, we have to write a song together. Got any dramatic family crisis, bullying, terrible thing for inspiration?'' He says jokily, plugging the guitar into the amp.
''I couple...'' I admit, and Alan nods distractedly.
''Lets write music first.'' He says, and starts strumming on the guitar. For a minute or so, I stare in awe, as he runs through a few riffs. He's REALLY good, his fingers flying effortlessly around the fretboard, and he barely has to look to see what to do, just seems to know exactly what to do. He stares out of the window, not paying any attention to me as he plays. Then, he stops, and looks up, as if only just remembering i'm here. Maybe he has, he looked so out of it.
''What're you starin' at?'' He asks, slightly aggressively. I flinch, because it just reminds me of the people in my old school.
''You're really good at playing guitar!" I mumble, avoiding his eyes, trying to avoid possible conflict or awkward conversations.
''Maybe, maybe not.'' He smirks, flicking a ginger strand of hair out of his eyes.
''No, you're REALLY good!'' I say, still staring slightly. After 45 minutes of steady working, we start to pull together ideas. I have to admit that Alan's coming up with most of the ideas, and the riff we're settling on was all his creation. We finish another run-through of the riff, when Alan does that thing where he zones out and stares into the distance again. After a second he snaps out of it, and looks at me curiously.
''Hey Carlile, why'd you move to this school?'' Alan asks suddenly.
''Lots of reasons.'' I say shortly, not quite willing to spill my heart to the guy who acts so cold, and that I barely know.
''Gonna elaborate or not?'' Alan looks even more curious, his eyes resting on my face. I blush slightly, like an idiot.
''Not yet, not to a stranger.'' I answer, looking away and having another go at playing the riff we came up with.
''I'm a stranger?'' Alan asks, his voice taking on a softer quality, unlike the usual loud, brash, hard tone.
''Kinda, I didn't have many friends, so... so i'm not gonna spill my problems to the first person I see.''
''Why didn't you have many friends?'' He asks. Jesus, this guy could wear down a stone.
''I was bullied, I got beaten up, shit happened. Reasons.'' I snap at him. He goes into deep thought again, before looking up excitedly.
''I have an idea!" Alan says, and I blink, confused. ''I mean, sorry about those things...but I've got an idea.'' Alan corrects himself. He unplugs he guitar, and turns to face me. He's literally opening his mouth to tell me about his stroke of genius, when the bell goes, wailing loudly for a few seconds. I cringe at the noise, trying not to show Alan that i'm huddling away from it.
''Let's meet up at some point and do this. I've got an idea. You're gonna need to be okay with it, but...'' Alan tails off, pulling bits of fluff and crap out of his pockets. I watch him, bemused, until he finds a bit of paper. He scribbles something on it, then stuffs it in my hand. Within seconds, he's gone, leaving me with a smile and a piece of paper bearing a phone number, watching the small ginger boy dashing away through the corridor.

I enter it into my phone on the walk back, which I make alone. I haven't met anyone that walks this way yet, so it looks like i'm walking alone for now. The autumn wind bites my cheeks, making my face tingle and flush pink I tug my hoodie down over my hands, and keep walking.
''Did you make any friends?'' Asks my Dad, as I walk through the front door. ''How did it go?''
''Yeah, I made a friend. A guy called Tino invited me to sit with him at lunch, and there's a guy called Alan who i'm doing a music project with, who seems nice.'' That's kind of a lie, Alan doesn't seem like a very friendly person when I watched him, but he was nice enough to me.
''Uh huh, see any girls?'' Dad asks.
''Dad....''
''I'm kidding, i'm kidding. I'm glad you made a friend Aust.'' Dad nods, and I leave for my bedroom. I drop my bag into a corner, and faceplant my bed. All in all, it was a pretty good first day, I actually seem to have gained at least one friend, no one punched me, no one was even mean to me. Alright, no one really spoke to me, and my second friend is loud, slightly arrogant, but it could be worse. It could be Florida all over again.
It could be worse.

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Comments

Hey I'm sorry about your dad :( but great chapter!

@Cashby in my soul
Haha OKAYY

Aha thank you @AustlanTheSquidgy, it's just me writing and I kinda went Christmas and did completely nothing else :') sorry about that...

Omfg, This is so good <3 This is one of my favorite Cashby stories. c: Nobody ever updated on this page anymore ;n; Glad you did though!

Aha thanks. I will update soon- I've just been super over Christmas :)

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