"Guess what?"

I think that was the day I put down my book. The day I met little old him. The sweet little munchkin who reeked of sugary happiness.

A medication assigned from a broken down prescription.
Dylan.

It was a Monday, I swear it was. A suck-y one too. We ran out of apples, so I drank coffee with my sister and felt like a fat ass for sitting.

I had no book, I read them too fast. Which sucked. Said sister Kimie, ate like a truck driver before we left the humble home of the Secret family.

Yeah, that's our real last name. Got a problem? Suck kiwi.

I pulled back strands of hair from my face, until remembering how geek-y I looked and shook that bitch out.

The last thing I needed to hear was another person speaking to me.

Near me.

"Would you stop sulking already Dan?"

I scowled, beginning to threaten my 'beloved' sister just as the bus chugged lazily to us. I always hated buses. They suck kiwis, hard. We crawl into hell and I managed to find an open seat for myself near the front of the bus. Kimie sighs, ruffling up my head like I hated.

"Bye bye black sheep." She mocked cutely.

"Bye bye bitch." I had only had my hair black for what, not ever twenty four hours. Fucking kiwi sucker sister. I hate how she knows me so well.

I hate how a large handful of the 'bus kiddies' don't notice how much I hate them.

Just then, a wrapper from a few seats away hits the back of my head. The fucking plastic bounces to my lap.

Fucking beef jerky.

As the bus moves lazily again, I spring up, holding the wrapper in my beef jerky-hating wrath. I glared at everyone on my side of the bus.

"Whoever threw this bitch at me, I swear I'm going to cut your balls off and feed them to the fucking asylum." The bus grew silent as I searched for the hoe who threw the plastic at me. Ha, I have that kind of 'supa 'powa. I turn around and slide back down into the seat, and I could have sworn I saw a limo pass by the window.

'Pff. Like anyone rich would want to go to Wavater. Fucking hell hole.' I thought venomously. It was true though, I had to admit. Wavatar Junior High was filled from junkies to sluts to obnoxious homosexuals to big beefy "jockies".

Not that I'm saying it's not anything different from a regular junior high school. The junkies kept to themselves, the sluts were mostly nice (as were the homosexuals), and the jockies were too pumped on the 'roids to notice anything.

For the rest of the bus ride, I cursed a book full.

Maybe two.

Or three.

Or ten.

The bus ride was silent, which I enjoyed. my 'supa 'powa was cool like that. I waited for Kimie to get off the bus too, and we walked together.

"Do you know how scary you're eyes are, Dani?" She asks quietly. I personally didn't notice. My eyes were a bright, almost annoyingly blue color. I wore white-silver contacts. And glasses. Weak ones, I was too lazy to get stronger contacts.

"Bitch please, my pretty silver's alluring." I liked making Kimie laugh. It made me feel like a good brother. Right now, the snorts and giggles I heard right now were two thumbs up. "Well when you get mad or something Dani," She began, batting her dark lashes "the rims of your eyes flash and glow or something." I chuckle and continue walking. We part when she was at her locker.

Who knew that at first period him arriving was gonna give me a hernia?

The gossip and giggles run through Geography like water. A little thicker today. I listened to bits and pieces.

"Did you hear that we're getting a new kid?" One girl asks her boyfriend, blinking innocently.

'Nice slut' I thought. Her 'squeeze' tilted his head a bit, shaking his head. "I think it's a boy.."

"Really? I heard that it was gonna be a girl."

The bell rang, and everyone scattered into place, me already perfectly in my seat. Bored. As. Fuck. The door opens and Ms. Whatsherface glides in with all smiles. We all think she's on happy meds or something. That woman is scary happy.

"Claassss!" She chimes happily. It hurts my ears and I flip her off. She doesn't see, I'm in the back row of seats. "We have a very special surprise today." Ms. Whatsherface's smile turns to a grin. I see red lipstick on her teeth. I push my hard rimmed glasses up a bit.
"A student from Excel Gifix Junior High School has transferred to our equally lovely school."

Excel what? That big ass froufrou school? I blink, remembering the limo I saw back on the bus. My eyes dart towards the door, just like every other twenty something kid in this hell house.

From the open door sprouts a little kid. They aren't very tall. At all. And god damn someone had fun with the peroxide. I'm not sure if the new kid is a boy or a girl, but it is wearing a Bring Me To The Horizon tee shirt and pale blue skinny jeans. Their eyes are so damn green and I can see them clearly from here. I could have sworn it was flecked with red. New kid's got peachy clear skin and rosy cheeks. Ms. WHF bites her lip in awe, and I think her eyes are sparkling.

"This is our new kid?" I mumble, earning a few giggles from people close by.

"Class, this is Dylan Ratchford." I hear awes and squeals. I was still shocked at that fluffy thing being male.

"I wanna hug him. I wanna hug him so bad!" I hear from Miss Nice Slut. Some more people agree. The little kid smiles, showing off baby blue and pink braces on the top of his teeth. He holds up his hand shyly, waving to everyone.

"Hellos," His voice sounds like one from those old pudding commercials, who were squeaky voiced and innocent. "I wants to be called Dylan-ee please."

"Are you a retard?" I ask with a straight face. I head a few snickers, and Ms. WHF frowns. Dylan only tilts his head, blinking a couple of times. The blonde cupcake speaks with a giggle.

"I'm only as much of a 'weetard as you are dyslexic, mister man sir." My eye twitches.

Bitch just made fun of me. I freely flip the birdie, because God loves me. Suck kiwis, bitch! KIWIS! Ms. WHF is scowling now.

"Mister Secret! Calm yourself. Anyway, Dylan you can sit wherever you wish to, make yourself comfortable." She turns to the board and begins to write todays assignment.

Dylan plops down on the seat next to me. I think a brain vessel exploded.

"Hiii" He whispers, smiling sweetly at me. He's got a bunny backpack, and it's bothering me.

"Go away" I whisper back, swatting my hand at his face. The blondie hangs his head with his eyes glazed over, tears clinging to his long lashes. "Where to?"

"Back to your FrouFrou school." I know I'm a bitch, but bitchplease I'm magic.

Gah. He makes me feel bad.

Tears are large bubbles of salty water dangling from his eyes. I frown.

"You make me feel like I just kicked a cute puppy."

I get yelled at before Dylan even speaks.

Lucky fucking me.

At lunch everyone sits outside either on the finely crafted stone tables or the grass. I nibble at the slice of apple Kimie gave me earlier, making myself comfy against the huge ass tree. Finishing off my apple er... slice, I pluck out a heavy-ass literature book I picked up at the library after Chemistry.

'My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts be dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked red and white,

But no such roses i see in her cheeks.

I like to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a-'

"Guess what!"

I'm interrupted by New Kid. Dylan, Dills, Dick. Whatever his name is. I close my book, look up at him. I felt bad for first period.

"What?"

He smiles, and all of a sudden I don't know what happens. He's gone.

But I feel something tugging at me. Something sitting on me. I look, and I'm attacked by fucking cuddles. Dylan giggles like a freaking kid, snuggling his pretty head onto my shoulder and crinkling his button nose.

He's just so warm. And the way he wiggles just makes you want to hug him back and-

"Get the fuck off of me."

"But whyy?" Dylan looks up quietly, pouting his lower lip. He stopped cuddling. I glare my best

"Because you're being a fucking nuisance, so do what I said before and get the fuc-"

"Woooooow! Are those your real eyeeesss?!" Dylan jumps up, his hands on either side of his cheek.

Cute.

"What?"

"They're like, silver and like white and pretty and they remind me of show because I like snow do you like snow oh my god I love snooowww! You're a snow man haha! I like snow man! they're like big and cold and fat but I'm not saying you're fat but like real snow man are fat and cold and stuff! Oh you know what else is cold ice cream I love ice cream vanilla is my favorite!"

What. The. FUCK?!

He wheezed, all eyes on him.

Quiet.

Regaining his posture, Dylan looked around to his fucking audience. He suddenly tilted his head to the side, and he looked like a kid who didn't notice what he did was wrong.

Again! He looks like a little kid!

"Awwwh Dylan-ee, did we scare you?" Miss Nice Slut from first period cooed in a babyish voice. She walked over here, patting Dylan's head.

What the fuck.

And the kid freaking went on with it!

"Nuuu, I was trying to talk to Mister Bear." He points at me and I glare venomously "But all he did was make a scary face at meeee." Tears bubbled on the corner of his eyes again. Miss Nice Slut awwed and cooed something gentle to him and gave him a huge-ass chocolate bar.

I want a chocolate bar that big.

Dylan hugs her quickly; opening up the chocolate like she wanted him to and taking a bite with those small pink lips.

"Ohhhh Godiva! Yummy yummy I wuv you!"

Oh, jesus.

He's too adorable for his own good.

Ahh! Blank Shy has struck again! Muwaaha!

xD

To answer the question some TCV readers, yes, that is THE Dylan from the same story.
So that means that yes, Charlotte, Liam, Nickie, Reagan, Ryan, and Celeste will make appearances here.

It's the last year of Junior High, so that means they're fourteen-fifteen ish.

xD I hope you like it.

Please review, I'll love you for-eva. 8D

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE POEM OR GODIVA.