The Outspoken <part 1>

The Outspoken <part 1>

"Lindsey....LINDSEY! Are you even listening?!" my best friend Seth asked annoyed as he waved a hand in front of my face. I looked at him seriously and shook my head.

"No Seth. No I was not." I replied casually. He rolled his eyes at me. In all actuality I was watching two awkward new kids try and find their way out of the school yard. I could only assume he had been talking about the new cd he bought, one which I would later on hide from him so he would stop talking about it.

"Of course you didn’t. Because you were being yourself again. For once I wish you'd be someone else." He lectured. Seth could be so annoying sometimes I often found myself contemplating stuffing a sock in his mouth just to stop him from rambling.

"Seth, if I had a dime for every time I wanted to gag you, I would be a wealthy, wealthy, girl." I smirked as the two of us got up from our seats, "Plus, I can only spend so much time listening to a perverted necrophiliac." Seth was an interesting person to say the least. I mean how many perverted necrophiliacs were there in the world.

"Oh my dear Lindsey, why cant you just see the greatness in death? The beauty of it? Why must you pick on me or realizing the grace in it?" He said in a scornful voice. I rolled my eyes and pulled up my sleeve, glancing down, I winced at the sight of the rainbow tree tattooed on my arm.

"Whats wrong?" Seth asked with concern.

"Nothing" I responded as I pushed my, striped, teal and black, sleeve back down and brushed my bleach blond hair out of my face. Seth, and I were almost complete opposite, in looks . He had black hair that gave him that emo-esque scene look that all the girls in our school wanted for their boyfriends, who could never pull it off like Seth did. His eyes were dark brown, you could barley differentiate them form his pupils. I, on the other hand, had hair so blond it looked white, cut in a scene queen way, and silver eyes that were always lined in a think ring of eyeliner. We both had the palest skin of any person we knew, and that was the only thing our looks had in common.

"Liars burn in hell Lindsey." He said breathily, as we walked across the street.

"I am getting advice on how to stay out of hell, from a guy that fucks dead bodies?" I said with an eye brow raised. He nodded as he hopped onto the curb; he was such a tool sometimes.

“Don’t knock it until you try it girl.” He said casually. I sometimes wondered if he knew what came out of his mouth. I never gave it much thought though, because he always said crazy things like that.

“No. I’m perfectly fine ‘knocking’ it before I never try it, because, between you and me, I don’t have a need. Or want for that matter, to try it.” I told him as I shoved my hangs deep into the pockets of my jeans.

Seth ran his hand the metal fence that edged my lawn. I smiled as I dashed up to the gate, unlatched it, and unleashed a chilling shriek of rusty hinges, as the gate swung open. I loved being home; probably for the reason that it was the only place I could enjoy the company of my friends.

“Hey guys!” My friend Ashton called as he rose from his seat on my steps. He pushed up his thick glasses and flicked his hair out of his face. Aston, unlike Seth and I, had dark skin, which was due to his Italian descent. In most cases dark skin wouldn’t look work well on a boy tat looked like Ashton, but in this case it did. It was this, and the fact that he was an amazing person, that got him so many girls.

“Hello.” I chirped as I walked past him and unlocked my front door. Ashton leaned against the railing, making a creaking noise, as I turned to wait for Seth to walk over before I opened the door.

“How was school?” He asked casually as he studied the ends of his tattered nails.

“You’d know if you ever came.” I responded, even though there really wasn’t a reason for him to come. He had earned enough credits to graduate after his third semester of junior year, but it still would have been nice to see his face there once in a while.

“And have every girl in the school swoon over me? Don’t think so.” He said with a chuckle and a smile. He made it seem like he had a huge ego, when really, he was quite humble.

“I don’t know how they can appeal to you! All pink and lively…” Seth said as he hopped up the first step of my porch. I raised my eyes brows silently and opened the front door to my house. It was quiet, and the scent of lavender wafted through the air, it was always like that.

“Sorry, I like my girls un-embalmed.” Ashton snickered. I smiled and walked into the house, my friends were so bitter to one another sometimes, it was hilarious.