User blog:AenMaps/Can you keep a secret? (BXB) (Fanfiction) (Chapters 1-3)

Chapter 1
The sound of birds chirping in the morning, is there a more annoying sound? I highly doubt it. Especially on your first day of school. I should introduce myself.

Hi. I'm Lukas Carter, but I liek to be called Luke. I'm 16, almost 17, and I'm from London, which means I have an annoying British accent which everyone laughs at (though people say that it's attractive, so I'm fine with it).

I moved here with my family after my dad got a new job. It's because of his work that I moved school 3 times in the past 4 years. For my entire life, I've been living in highly popululated areas, with traffic jams and noises through the night, and loads of grey.

We we chose to move here, in the middle of the country - I have absolutely no clue. Maybe my parents wanted some change. I'm closest with my mom, which means I have to tell her EVERYTHING. She gets very upset when I refuse to tell her stuff, but I think some things should be kept private.

I don't get on very well with my dad. I don't know why. He keeps trying to have a close relationship with me. 'Come on son, watch the football with your old man', but I'm not into it. I appreciate the effort, but somehow I feel like he shouldn't be making any effort at all.

But I'm dwelling in the past. Right now I'm waking up to my first morning

Is it weird to wake up at 6:30 and then stay in bed for another half hour before finally getting up?.......No? Good. Because it's 6:53 now. I should go shower.







After my shower is over and done with, I quickly dress in a pair of jeans and a shirt, with my grey hoodie. I give my hair a quick blowdry, then I put a little hair gel on my hands and mess it up. I get told by many that the laid-back, boy next door look is good on me. You know, the naturally messy hair that looks attractive on some boys? I don't know if they were messing with me or not, but I like it. I don't know if the guys at school will though.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked good.

I would never consider myself 'Hot' or 'Handsome' in any way. The word most people would use to describe me would probably be... 'Cute'. Since I have one of those 'innocent boy-next-door' faces that everyone likes to point out. I never fit in with the guys at my old schools, the all had tattoos, dyed hair, muscles, football team uniforms... and I was just the quiet guy in the back that nobody paid any attention to.

Unitl I made my first real friend, of course. There was a girl who used to sit nest to me in Maths, her name was Wynter. I called her Wyn, and we used to hand out all the time, since she struggled with classwork. I would go to her house and help her study, every day.... before I moved.





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<p style="font-weight:normal;">I grabbed all the stuff I would need for school, grabbed my earphones and iPod, and headed down the stairs. My parents were both eating in silence in the kitchen. Dad was reading the newspaper, and Mom was eating cereal while texting people, I guess.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hey guys, I'm gonna go." I said, heading for the door- but quickly stepping back to check my hair one more time in the hallway mirror.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I ruffed it a little, and started towards the door. "Lukas!" My mom called. "You don't know where the school is." She yawned and I sighed deeply, dropping my shoulders.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...Where is it?" I asked, avoiding my dad's eye. "Relax. School comes in fifteen minutes, stops right outside. Just get on it and you'll be there on time." Mom said, in monotone.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Couldn't give me this information last night? I got it." I rolled my eyes and turned away. "Hey, you're not going anywhere without break-" I grabbed an apple and took a big bite out of it. "Got my breakfast" I said, though it came out muffled.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I slipped into my shoes, pulled up my hood and headed for the door. "Do you have your-" I cut off my dad's voice by closing the door behind me.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;">I still had fifteen minutes to kill before the this bus showed up, so I sat on a bench outside my house and listened to my music on my earphones, keeping my hood up so I don't draw any unnecessary attention to myself.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">About 10 minutes went by, and a boy about my age sat down on the opposide side of the bench. He had gelled up brown hair and green eyes, and he had dimples. He was looking over a maths textbook he held in his hands.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">We sat in silence for another 3 minutes, when I heard the bus coming down the road. We both stood up and started walking toward the bus, but he lingered behind me for what seemed as a couple seconds too long.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The bus stopped in front of us and the doors opened. I stepped onto the bus and the bus driver stopped me. "...New kid?" He asked and I nodded. "Welcome, grab a seat." I felt everyone staring at me as I picked a seat next to a window so I could see where we're going.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The boy that was sitting next to me outside stepped onto the bus and greeted the driver with a wave, before walking past me to the back of the bus. He shot me a quick glance and his smile dropped slightly, before walking to the back to join his friends who were laughing at some sort of joke.

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