OCTAVEUS
The first day of my Junior school year started pretty much the same; waking up late, putting on a remotely-revealing/"not school appropriate" shirt (apparently skulls are deemed inappropriate??) just to annoy my parents, taking my time to walk the six blocks to the actual school so that I got there around the same time my boyfriend did.
When I got to the school I immediately scoped out Drew and went over to him in the throng of people in front of the doors. He turned around when I tapped him on the shoulder and smiled. I was going to verbally greet him when I heard someone shriek my name.
"VEE," I heard, just before somebody almost literally tackled me with a hug. I blew her red hair out of my mouth.
"Hello to you too Summer," I chuckled.
"Are you taller?" She asked, stepping away from me. "I feel like it was easier to reach your shoulders earlier."
I shrugged. "I dunno. Probably."
She gave me an exasperated look. "Stop growing already!"
I smirked and Drew laughed.
"Yeah, soon I won't be able to reach your face anymore," my boyfriend said.
"Not like you can right now." I muttered, but he heard me and elbowed me in the side. I gave him a cheeky grin. "I mean, oh no, how tragic."
He rolled his eyes at me. "How does Jessie live with you all the time?"
"He doesn't," I replied. "Cuz I'm usually at your house most of the time."
"Fair point."
"Sooooooooo you two saw each other over the summer?" Summer leaned against the bench near us and gave us a sly smile.
"I know what you're getting at, and no we didn't sleep together." I said. Summer scowled.
"How do you always know?!"
"Because you ask that every time you hear that I spent the night at his house."
She gave me a mocking glare.
Okay, no I haven't slept with Drew, in the sense of, ya know, intercourse. Not saying I wouldn't want to sleep with him in that way. . . I mean, WHAT. We haven't done it, but I do spent the night at his house sometimes. And yes, we do share his bed when I do. But that's because I have trouble sleeping most of the time (more like all the time) and having someone with me helps me sleep better. If that makes any sense whatsoever. And he's pretty much the only person that would willingly spend the night with me (and that I would willingly spend the night with). Also I like cuddling. Don't judge me. And he's a good cuddler.
But our relationship has been getting deeper on the romantic level as well, excluding cuddling. For one, I have found out that Drew likes to bite. Do not ask how I found out. Anyway, any time we kiss now it has. . . I'm gonna say, a different air to it than before. Like, a more passionate air.
To be honest, I've wanted to do it with him since day two. (Day one was when we didn't know each other.) And with hormones being the little butts they are, I think he's noticed. But I've started noticing a change in him too; he's been being more bitey (refer back to his liking of biting) and seems to want to take it a little further every time. Obviously, I let him, if he tries to. But his change has been making me even more anxious every time I go over to his house. For obvious hormonal reasons. You know what I just realized? This entire narration paragraph was blaming my hormones on making me want to sleep with him. Which is probably pretty accurate, to be honest. Oh, and one more thing. I haven't told my brother that I'm sexually attracted to Drew like this. He's probably assumed, but I haven't told him. Too personal. And he consistently tells me that he doesn't care about my sexual attractions. So yeah.
The rest of that day went normal; we got our schedules, I have literally every class with Drew and none but lunch with Summer and Micah, who arrived just as the first bell rang. My PE was thankfully not first period again; that had sucked for so many reasons. This year it was last. We did absolutely nothing in every class, it being the first day back from summer break. I had a couple new teachers, and for the first time I wasn't in all advanced classes.
I had a few of the teachers I had last year again, because I missed so much school after I got mauled by a werewolf. I was now only advanced in Math, History (cuz history doesn't need to be redone), and English. It didn't surprise me that Drew was in those classes too; he was smart, he just didn't like to show or brag about it at all. At one point he had taken both Spanish and French at the same time. I had found that out when he had a full-fledged conversation with me in French (the language, not the class) about our English homework. I had decided to try to confuse him by asking him a question in French, but he understood me and answered in French too. Also one morning he told me that I was lecturing him about whether or not tomatoes are fruits or vegetables in my sleep. I have no idea.
When I got home it was the usual. Jessie was organizing the weapons in the practice room, Dad was trying to figure out why the oven was malfunctioning yet again, Gwen was reading, and Mom was doing laundry. I had recently relocated my guitar after it having been lost behind my dresser for a week. I had also cleaned my room, with Jessie's help. My dirty clothes now had a basket to go in while I had another one for clean clothes that I was too lazy to put away.
I sat on my bed and tuned my guitar, then played 'wonderful life' by Bring Me The Horizon (my new favorite band) while singing the lyrics under my breath. BMTH was more on the metal side of punk rock, so I kept my guitar turned way down when I played any of their stuff so as to limit the critique from my family. Their earlier music was screamo-punk, but since then the lead vocalist Oliver Sykes (beautiful man, by the way) had gone to rehab for a month, and decided that he wanted to sing instead of scream once he got out. Since that decision they have released three full albums and three singles, all of which are amazing. I did go back and listen to their screamo stuff, and it was good too. If you recall, I have a shirt of one of the earlier screamo albums, 'There Is A Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is A Heaven Let's Keep It A Secret.'

(Three full albums as of 2019; 'That's The Spirit', 'Sempiternal', and 'aMo'. The albums before he decided to sing more: 'Count Your Blesssings', 'There Is A Hell, Believe Me, I've Seen It. There Is A Heaven Let's Keep It A Secret.' , 'Suicide Season' , and 'This Is What The Edge Of Your Seat Was Made For.')

Apparently my guitar wasn't turned down low enough, because as soon as I got to the main chorus, which was a generally louder guitar riff than the rest of the song, Jessie walked into the doorway of my room.
"What song is that?" He asked.
"'wonderful life'," I replied, looking at him.
"That's an interesting rock song name," he commented.
"Nobody cares if I'm dead or aliiiive," I sang the part of the chorus I was playing on the guitar. "Oh what a wonderful liiiife."
"That explains why you like that song," Jessie rolled his eyes at me and continued down the hall. I smirked and went back to singing the lyrics under my breath as I played.

The song linked at the very beginning is the song that Vee is playing the electric guitar part of at the end of the chapter, 'wonderful life'. It's featuring Dani Filth from Cradle Of Filth, so yeah that's fun.
Btw everything I included about Oli going to rehab and all that, it's all true. I'm a huge fan of the band and have Googled basically everything about them. He was addicted to ketamine {I think?? It was a drug that started with 'k' and had 'min' in it} and went to rehab for a month, where he decided to learn to sing instead of scream.
Anyway, please comment any questions, suggestions, or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading this!
-Snake Eyes