I'm Gonna Break Down These Walls
A Little Boy from just Outside of London
Alex
This is the worst day ever, moving to Baltimore was the worst decision my parents have ever made. I am way too shy and awkward to make any friends, there’s no way anybody will ever talk to me. Some assholes already heard that I’m from England, and tried to get me to speak but I didn’t want to give them what they wanted. They are just going to hear me talk some other day, and they can laugh at me then. I’ve had a bad enough day already. I miss England, I am an absolute loner here, and I’m pretty positive it’s going to stay that way. Joining the senior class in a different country, everybody has all their own friends, and I’m the new kid that nobody cares about.
Everyone here is so much different from back home. First of all, they are a lot hotter. Literally everyone here has perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect bodies, I don’t fit in at all. I was looking around my history class, not bothering to actually listen to the teacher, but wondering if they all take some type of attractiveness supplement. Maybe it’s the water here, I better start drinking more of it.
There was this one boy, that holy fucking god he was hot, I really couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He had black hair, with a half dyed blonde that suited him perfectly, he looked super sexy. He had brown eyes and an oversized nose, I bet he’s insecure about it but it’s completely adorable to me. He was tall, and lanky, and I just wanted to snuggle up to him and give him a big hug. I can just imagine being with him, he’s honestly everything I’ve ever looked for in a guy. But, look at him, he was completely out of my league.
I doubt he’s even into guys, guys that good looking are never gay. Not that I would do anything about it, absolutely nobody could know that I was gay. Kids at my old school caught me staring at my crush one time, and wouldn’t stop giving me crap for the rest of the year. Some days I would’ve gone home with black eyes and bloody noses, without daring to tell my homophobic parents about the real cause of my injuries. They would kick me out of the house if they ever found out I was gay, I don’t know if I will ever be able to have the kind of relationship that I want…
“Alex Gaskarth, you will be working with Brendon Urie.” the teacher spoke, catching my attention. No, I can’t do partner work, oh geez. I guess I’m gonna die in history class.
I was disappointed to see that the sexy, skunk haired boy I was checking out wasn’t named Brendon Urie, but a boy with big framed glasses and plump lips walked over to my desk. I mean, cute, but not my type. I was surprised to see that he was wearing a Nirvana t-shirt, at least he has a good taste in music. I was about to compliment it, but I wondered if he was just one of those idiots who had never listened to Nirvana before, but just wanted to look punk.
“Hey, you listen to Blink?” He asked, I was confused at first, but looked down at my band tee.
“Y-yeah, I-I like Nirvana too,” I mumbled. Ugh, I’m so shy, why do I have speak like an alien?
“Haha, yeah. I live and breathe pop punk. I even sing a little bit.” Brendon said, ignoring my awkwardness.
“S-same.” I blurted. Why did I tell him I sang? I’ve never sang in front of anyone before, but just meeting someone who has the same interest in music, and seemingly interest me is amazing.
“Awesome! That means you’re my new best friend, welcome to Dulaney High.” he laughed, and sat down next to me. I thanked him and we kept talking, honestly the longest conversation I’ve probably ever had. I was still stuttering, but he didn’t seem to notice or mind.
“You know, you talk a lot differently than what I thought british people talked like.” Brendon laughed.
“Yeah, we don’t all sound posh like the queen, or that crap.”
This is the worst day ever, moving to Baltimore was the worst decision my parents have ever made. I am way too shy and awkward to make any friends, there’s no way anybody will ever talk to me. Some assholes already heard that I’m from England, and tried to get me to speak but I didn’t want to give them what they wanted. They are just going to hear me talk some other day, and they can laugh at me then. I’ve had a bad enough day already. I miss England, I am an absolute loner here, and I’m pretty positive it’s going to stay that way. Joining the senior class in a different country, everybody has all their own friends, and I’m the new kid that nobody cares about.
Everyone here is so much different from back home. First of all, they are a lot hotter. Literally everyone here has perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect bodies, I don’t fit in at all. I was looking around my history class, not bothering to actually listen to the teacher, but wondering if they all take some type of attractiveness supplement. Maybe it’s the water here, I better start drinking more of it.
There was this one boy, that holy fucking god he was hot, I really couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He had black hair, with a half dyed blonde that suited him perfectly, he looked super sexy. He had brown eyes and an oversized nose, I bet he’s insecure about it but it’s completely adorable to me. He was tall, and lanky, and I just wanted to snuggle up to him and give him a big hug. I can just imagine being with him, he’s honestly everything I’ve ever looked for in a guy. But, look at him, he was completely out of my league.
I doubt he’s even into guys, guys that good looking are never gay. Not that I would do anything about it, absolutely nobody could know that I was gay. Kids at my old school caught me staring at my crush one time, and wouldn’t stop giving me crap for the rest of the year. Some days I would’ve gone home with black eyes and bloody noses, without daring to tell my homophobic parents about the real cause of my injuries. They would kick me out of the house if they ever found out I was gay, I don’t know if I will ever be able to have the kind of relationship that I want…
“Alex Gaskarth, you will be working with Brendon Urie.” the teacher spoke, catching my attention. No, I can’t do partner work, oh geez. I guess I’m gonna die in history class.
I was disappointed to see that the sexy, skunk haired boy I was checking out wasn’t named Brendon Urie, but a boy with big framed glasses and plump lips walked over to my desk. I mean, cute, but not my type. I was surprised to see that he was wearing a Nirvana t-shirt, at least he has a good taste in music. I was about to compliment it, but I wondered if he was just one of those idiots who had never listened to Nirvana before, but just wanted to look punk.
“Hey, you listen to Blink?” He asked, I was confused at first, but looked down at my band tee.
“Y-yeah, I-I like Nirvana too,” I mumbled. Ugh, I’m so shy, why do I have speak like an alien?
“Haha, yeah. I live and breathe pop punk. I even sing a little bit.” Brendon said, ignoring my awkwardness.
“S-same.” I blurted. Why did I tell him I sang? I’ve never sang in front of anyone before, but just meeting someone who has the same interest in music, and seemingly interest me is amazing.
“Awesome! That means you’re my new best friend, welcome to Dulaney High.” he laughed, and sat down next to me. I thanked him and we kept talking, honestly the longest conversation I’ve probably ever had. I was still stuttering, but he didn’t seem to notice or mind.
“You know, you talk a lot differently than what I thought british people talked like.” Brendon laughed.
“Yeah, we don’t all sound posh like the queen, or that crap.”
Notes
Ahhh, sorry for short chapter, but YAY ALEX!!!! AND YOU MET BRENDON!!!
I'm so excited for this story, I already have 3 subscribers which isn't a lot but it means A LOT to me, so thanks guys :)
Tomorrow is Easter so if you celebrate it I hope you all have a great holiday! If you don't I hope you have a lovely Sunday!
Next chapter, Jalex will meet <3
Title Credit - So Long Soldier
"Do you think Tay is going to sabatoge Jalex"
Considering this is my second time reading this, yes
7/11/17