David stood up from the table and I eyed him suspiciously. He walked over to me and beckoned me to follow him.

I blinked once and was about to pinch myself just to make sure that this was real. This guy was absolutely the best looking guy I had ever seen in my life. I mean I never seen any of the celebrities that I had a crush on so he was the best.

He had dissheveled brown hair and eyes to match. He was tall and damn, he had some nice muscles. I shook my head trying to clear my mind.

I followed him and we went out of the front door.

"Thank god you came downstairs. I can't stand your mother, no offense." He put his hands in his pockets and he was looking at the ground.

I chuckled nervously. This was kind of awkward.

"So tell me about yourself," David said and I looked up at him in shock.

"You actually want to get to know me?" I asked. The only person who has ever wanted to get to know me was Andy. And I'm pretty sure Andy only did that because I think he is stuck here. Not that I am complaining. I love Andy and he was my best friend.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I want to get to know you?" He looked at me with confusion.

"Sorry, I'm just not the girl that is-uh-popular." I told him and looked away from him.

"That's fine. I wasn't the popular kind of guy where I went to school before. I was actually a dork." David said with a smile.

"You a dork?" I asked curiously.

"I was. I changed a lot so I would stop getting picked on. But people really didn't treat me different and my mom got a new job, so I get to have a new start here. And you don't seem to be the girl who wouldn't be a part of the popular group. You have the looks for it."

I blushed and I hid my face.

Stop thinking like this. He's probably just playing you.

"So tell me about yourself beautiful." David said as we continued to walk on the sidewalk.

"Um I really don't know what to say. How about you ask me questions?" I asked. He gave me a small smile.

"Yeah I can do that. So what's your favorite color?"

"Black." I answered with no hesitation. He gave me a quizzical look.

"Why is that your favorite color?" We continued to walk around my block.

"It's kind of hard to explain. Next question." I hurried him along with the questions.

"You know my favorite color is blue. It's the color of the sky, and the ocean. It has a darker and cooler tone than the other colors, but it can be happy." David explained and I gave him a small smile.

"Black is still my favorite color. But I see your point." I told him and he smiled back at me.

"Okay, so what is your favorite band?" He asked me and I could feel my eyes light up.

"There's so many bands. I can't just pick one." I told him with a smile on my face. Music has been the one thing that has always been there besides Andy.

"Okay, what are your top five then?" He asked me. He seemed to be very intrigued.

"I'd have to say Black Veil Brides, I Prevail, Asking Alexandria, Arm the Slaves, and We Came As Romans. In no particular order." 

"Who are Arm the Slaves?" 

"A really small band in Pennsylvania. But they are really good."

He nodded his head. 

"So you like rock and metal music?" 

"I love it. It's lyrics are so much better than what I hear on the radio with this pop stuff." That music was horrible. Well not all of it. There are some pop artists and songs are good. I just don't like all of the songs about sex. 

"That's very true. My favorite band is Three Days Grace. Well the old Three Days Grace. When Adam was in the band is when I liked their music." 

"I think you and I are going to get along just fine." I smiled at him and he gave me a gorgeous smile in return.

He looked into my eyes and I felt my heart stop. 

"So I did hear something about you." David said and looked down at the sidewalk as he walked.

I gulped.

"What did you hear about me?" 

"My cousin does go to this school. He says that you talk to yourself a lot." 

"Oh yeah, that." I said. Do I tell him that's what I'm doing or that it's something else? If I tell him the truth he'd never believe me. 

"You don't seem like the girl to be crazy and talk to yourself like he made you out to be. But do you?" 

"It's not what you think. Yes I do but if I try to explain it to you, you'll never believe me. No one ever does." I looked down at my feet. Tears pricked at my eyes. The only one that ever believed me was my grandma. 

"You don't know that. Try me." 

I shook my head. I barely knew him. I couldn't tell him. But he seemed so different from everyone. There was something there. A spark. A feeling. Hell if I know, but there is something there.

"Hey, look at me," he begged. He placed his thumb on my chin and made me lift my head to look at him.

"I promise that I will believe you." His eyes pleaded with me and I wrenched my head away from him.

"I'm sorry. I can't. You'll never believe me. No one ever does. Why would you? You don't even know me. When you go to school, you're going to be Mr. Popular. You won't even talk to me because I don't fit in." I shook myself and turned around. I was going home. I didn't need his pity. I didn't want his sympathy.

"Rebecca! Stop please!" He called out. I put my hands pockets and reached for my phone and headphones.

As I did I felt David grab a hold of my arm. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but it stopped me in my tracks. 

"I am not going to do that to you. I don't like those popular people, I got picked on by them. I want to be friends with you." He said and I felt a tinge of sadness run through me as he said the word friends.

"I barely know you," I whispered. 

"Then give me a chance. You don't have to tell me now. But don't just cut me out of you life before I even have a chance to show you that I'm your friend."

I sighed. I knew I was going to cave.

"Okay." 

"Thank you. I promise that you are not going to regret this." He gave me his smile and I felt my heart melt.

'Oh I am going to regret this. I'm going to fall in love with him.'