I wanna do something crazy with you

Ever tossed and turned in your sleep? You think the bed is uncomfortable, or is it your clothes? So you take your clothes off, but still feel like something's wrong? You just can't sleep at all?

Jon could hear fighting in the room next to him and shut his eyes. He wished he could sleep, he wished it would go away, but everything around him was just so... Loud. His heart started gunning in his chest when he heard a glass shatter on the floor and a pained noise from his mother. As close as he was from running into the room, he didn't know what his father would do if he did.

So he sat there and listened to his mother scream, hoping to god that the neighbors would call the police and take him away. He couldn't take any of it. Fuck, it hurt like a bitch.

He hadn't realized it but at some point he finally fell asleep. Of course, he woke up to the sound of his younger sister jumping on his bed and screaming for him to wake up. So he did, but not without complaining the whole time. Waking up was the worst part of the day for him, he had no idea why. He just couldn't stand being awake. Sometimes he would take naps, but not because he was tired, because he just didn't want to be awake.

Most nights he wished that he would pass peacefully in his sleep, like his grandmother did when he was six. He believed that she went to heaven although he never believed in God at all.

As he made his way down the stairs he focused on the quiet sounds his socks made on the carpet lacing the steps as if it were the highlight of his entire day. He could hear some silent arguments in the kitchen, but he learned to tune them out a long time ago. His older brother, Blake, and his younger sister, Juanna, passed by him, Blake with a tired face and Juanna with a bright smile.

He was a middle child, and it honestly wasn't as bad as the kids at school made it out to be. He took note that the couch was slightly out of place and baby pictures were on the floor. Nothing new. Normally after a fight, things would be broken and out of place, but not just the furniture.

Jon casually avoided a feild of broken glass on the floor and used his green socks to slide into the kitchen with a smile. His father, also named Blake, smiled back. Jon's brother was a junior, which was honestly pretty cute.

His mother, Sunny, turned to reveal a black eye and large red Mark on her right cheek, but she smiled anyways. A peice of Jon's heart broke a little at his mother's futile attempt at making her son happy. He sat down in between Blake and his father. To keep from getting them confused, Jon always just called his brother Junior.

It was quiet while they ate, except for Juanne's constant mumbling and kicking the table. Juanne was deaf, so she couldn't really understand how loud she was being. Jon waved to get her attention and told her to settle down in sign language. She had a pretty good understanding of sign language but ignored him and screamed in response. Jon rolled his eyes. Junior laughed at Jon's attempt and snapped his fingers in front of Juanne before telling her that if she calmed down for breakfast she could play on his tablet later. She nodded and was quiet for a while.

"You gotta bribe, dude. If you just tell her to do something you can bet your ass she's gonna ignore you." Junior said with a smug smirk.

"Whatever." Jon replied, taking a bite of his oversized pancake.

Blake chuckled silently and turned to the window, hearing a familiar honk from the kids school bus. "Damn, they're early today." He said.

Jon almost fell out of his seat to rush up the stairs. He wasn't prepared at all. His hair was a mess, his shoes were missing, and he hadn't even packed his lunch yet. While he found his shoes, he had yet to prepare lunch or brush his hair. The other kids on the bus were yelling at him to hurry up and he frantically just crawled out his window and landed on his feet, rushing to the bus.

No lunch, bed head. God, this day was just horrible already. He sat in the middle of the bus seats and sighed in relief. People usually made fun of him for sitting in the middle, calling him names and saying it was ironic because he was a middle child. But he'd rather sit in the middle than the back where all the emo kids hang out and talk about how horrible their lives are and how the government is bee's, or something like that. And the front of the bus wasn't any better. It was filled with all those really popular kids that would literally make fun of you for existing. But, everyone makes fun of him for that anyways.

There were no assigned seats on the bus, but everyone knew where Jon sat and avoided it at all costs. They wrote things on the seat, harsh words and slurs. "Fag", "kill yourself", "ew", "go play in traffic", "olive eyes", and things such as that. He never let it get to him. He knew the world was against him, but honestly, he was fine with that. He used to pretend he was in a video game, a fight against the autoboss he liked to call life. He was a video game buff, and some might even say a "gamer". But he digresed.

Only a few people liked to hang out with him, mostly because he was quiet and pretty calm. He made a friend named Mark who was actually pretty nice. They were good friends for a long time, and still are to this day. Jon liked having someone he could call a "best friend", so to speak. But he felt terrible that Mark was bullied for being friends with "olive eyes". Mark was really good at ignoring people and usually had his nose burried deep into a book.

Jon loved the peace that Mark was able to keep. His small nap was interrupted by the loud squeal of the bus breaks being slammed. He stretched his arms out with a yawn and stood up to get off the bus. He never liked his bus driver. He was really creepy and had an unnatural obsession with Jon's thighs. It always made him uncomfortable when he was the last one on the bus when it was time to go home, and he usually was. The bus driver's name was Clark. Clark... It was just a weird name. Jon was, of course, the last one to get off the bus and almost screamed when Clark quickly ran a hand over his thigh.

Jon never really understood why he couldn't scream at times like these. Maybe its because he thought people would ignore him so he decided to keep quiet and not make a scene. He rushed off the bus and sped inside the building. His thighs felt like they were on fire and itchy, as if they were dirty. He hated that feeling but knew it would leave soon. With a tired sugh, he sat down at an abandoned lunch table, although it wasn't lunch time yet. It was only 8:19 and he was already wishing the day could be over.

He let his head hit the table with a loud thud that sounded painful. Honestly, Jon just wanted to hit his head on something blunt until he was bleeding enough for him to just die of blood loss, or at least fall into an induced coma so that he could sleep for just a little while longer. He wasn't depressed, just really sleep deprived and done with everyone's bullshit. Most of the time he couldn't even make it through a day without taking at least one nap.

When the bell rang he pulled himself back up and grabbed his back pack, dragging it by one of its straps while it scraped against the floor. People who obviously had no idea how to pay attention to whats in front of them, yelled in his face after they tripped over his backpack. He ignored them. He had the tendency to tune stupid stuff out and maybe even fall asleep while he walked.

When he got to class, he let his head hit the desk quicker than light. It hurt, sure, but he didn't care. The teacher was late so people were obviously saying "if the teacher is more than 15 minutes late we're legally alowed to leave" as if it was funny. It wasn't, and frankly, it annoyed the hell out of Jon. Soon the door opened and Jon slowly poked his head up so as not to get in trouble for sleeping.

The teacher had an unfamiliar looking kid with her. Jon knew every kid at the school by name, but he boy in front of him, he was new.

"Eveyone, we have a new student today." The teacher bellowed as she plopped her fat ass down in a chair.

Called it.

"Why don't you introduce yourself, kiddo?" She nudged the new kid in the shoulder lightly. The kid had nicely combed brown hair and a green shirt on. His eyes were an unnatural greenish yellow and he wore a pair of casual basketball shorts. Jon took note of how tall he was compared to everyone else. It was clear he had hit puberty a while before everyone due to his slight peach fuzz decorating his upper lip. He honestly looked just as tired as Jon did.

He shrugged. "No thanks." He Said calmly and walked to the only empty seat, assuming it was his. The teacher was dumbfounded and laughed in embarrassment.

"Kids, this is Eduardo, our new student." She tried to cover up her obvious frustration. She hated when kids told her "no".

Of course, people ignored the new kid and went back to talking as if nothing even happened. Jon blinked a few times then bulit up the courage to tap Eduardo on the shoulder softly. Eduardo was in the seat in front of him in the row on his left. Eduardo turned looking bored. "What?" He asked.

Jon's mouth suddenly went dry. "Um, hi. I'm Jon." He awkwardly greeted with an extended hand to shake. Eduardo, as bored as he looked, shook Jon's hand firmly for about two seconds then turned back to his desk. He pulled out a piece of paper and started to doodle on it. Jon felt more awkward than he was the first day of school in this situation. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Eduardo looked like a nice potential friend. God, why did he have to be so awkward?

When class was over, Jon tapped on Eduardo's shoulder for a second time. He pursed his lips when Eduardo turned around to look at him and suddenly his hands went clammy. "I- uh... Wanna hang out at lunch?" He asked hesitantly as he messed with one of the buttons on his flannel shirt. He had a tendency to fiddle and shift when he was nervous, but he never bit his nails, he didn't even know that was a thing that people do until he noticed his brother doing it. So of course, he took note.

The taller brunette scratched his chin as if he was thinking about it. With a smile smile came a reply. "Sure."

The social awkwardness was carried away with that single word and Jon mealted in relief. Eduardo walked into the hallway with his bag slung over his shoulder. Jon had hoped that he made a new friend, because he had very few. And by very few, I mean he had one. One friend.

Every time he thought of it, he felt like he was being eaten away by a sickness. Could loneliness ever be a sickness? Who knows...

Jon's head was bouncing around like a ball the more he thought about lunch. There were still three periods of class to get through first. He thought of it as a Mario video game, getting through the levels so that he could rescue the princess.

Actually, princess was a weird thing to call a back-talking brunette the size of a professional basketball player. But still.

The point is, he was excited. The moment he sat down Eduardo walked through the cafeteria doors and looked around until spotting Jon in an empty table. It wasn't empty before though, people just moved tables when he sat down. Eduardo smiled slightly and took a seat across from Jon. Jon almost let out an excited squeal but contained himself.

"Hey." Eduardo said calmly as he began to pull out his lunchbox.

Jon shook. His blood was pumped full of nervous excitement. "Hi." He said quietly. Eduardo sort of winced.

"Jeez, your voice is high.." He chuckled.

Jon cleared his throat. "Sorry." Now his voice wasn't as high as before. He had taught himself how to control the tone of his voice a while ago so that his parents wouldn't think he was showing attitude.

"So, tell me about yourself. Some of the kids tell me you're a bully?" Eduardo raised an eyebrow as if in doubt.

"I'm not a bully. They just think that because they have no idea how to pay attention when they walk," Jon was peeved at this. Short tempered? Sure, but a bully? Almost impossible. "They just want people to ignore me."

Eduardo darted his eyes up and down Jon's body and laughed. "Who'd be scared of you? You're so... Quiet." He said and took a bite of his sandwich.

Jon smiled at this. He loved it when people pointed obvious things out about him.

"Do you draw?" Eduardo asked after swallowing his food.

Jon thought about this for a second. "Sometimes, but I'm no good at it," He answered. "Do you?"

The brunette nodded. "Oh, yeah, I draw a lot," He reached for his bag and pulled it over. After undoing the zipper he pulled out a sketchbook and started to flip through pages. "Here's one that I'm pretty proud of."

Jon gawked at the drawing in front of him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. The curves and turns were on the point, the hair was perfectly shaded. He had no idea someone could be this good at drawing. It was almost inhuman. "Wow," He said, "This is really good." He wasn't lying. If he hadn't liked it, he would've said so.

Jon wasn't much on being dishonest, even if it hurt someone's feelings. Its one of the many reasons he didn't have any friends.

Eduardo smiled wider. "Thanks." He said, taking the sketchbook back and flipping through a few more pages before putting the book back. His eyes travled to the empty space in front of Jon. "Don't you have lunch?"

Jon shifted a little. "Not today." He replied, placing his chin in his palm and pursing his lips. Eduardo pulled out a bag of cool ranch Doritos from his lunchbox and tossed it over to Jon.

"Here," He said. "I don't really like them."

Jon grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks!"

These were really good terms.