Teenagers

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Scarlett's P.O.V.

There he was again standing at the school gate waiting for his brother to pick him up. He ran his fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck which he scratched as he gazed up and down the empty street. His hair is now stuck up looked just as good as always. He pushed his glasses back up his nose. I smiled to myself he looked so cute when he did that.

Mikey. Mikey Way.

I remember the first time i saw him. It was my first day at South High School, I walked into the Homeroom everyone squawking and jumping about. Mikey was sat at one of the desks at the back quietly just staring out the window. His dark hazel eyes almost oblivious to the chaos around him, his light brown feathery hair sticking out from under his beanie, his lean frame hunched over the desk. I wanted to take the seat next to him but some nutter growled at me and sat there. His name was Frank. He was kind of cute in a quirkey kind of way but not like Mikey.

That was two years ago and i've never had the courage to talk to him but today i told myself i would. I pulled my backpack onto my back and strode towards him........