The Lonelies
chapter 1
I wasn't one to approach someone to start a conversation. Nor was I someone who was able to keep a conversation going. This was a well-known fact. I was probably to most boring person in western Washington and because of this I was also probably the lonliest person in western Washington. There were a few others like me. We stuck together. Our group had a name given to us by our fellow classmates. "The Lonelies". If everyone in our small town wasn't a hardcore christian who strongly disliked bullying then we'd probably have a much more rude name. Personally, I like the name "The Lonelies".
In this group there were 8 people, me included. There was Roger. Roger was a junior who wore black and white and nothing else. "I don't believe in color." he once told me. Roger was cool, I guess. Next there was Louise. She had really long bright red hair, dyed of course. The only thing I knew about Louise is that she wanted to go to a cosmetology school after she graduated. Next was Seth, he was my favorite out of the group. He didn't talk.. at all. I think that's why I got along with him the most. Whenever we hung out there was always silence. We didn't have to talk to be comfortable with each other and that's a gift not many people have. Seth's also really attractive. He might be gay, though. I don't know. It doesn't really matter. Then there's Vincent. Vincent is a really tall lanky guy who has bright blue eyes and bright blue hair. Unlike his eyes, his hair was neon bright, not clear sky bright. Whenever Vincent talks, it's normally in a quote. He likes to make people think about what he's saying. Mara was a short girl with big brown eyes. She was a freshman who idolized Louise. The twins were total opposites of each other. Not physically but mentally. Ethan was kind and considerate of peoples' feeling and the objects around him. He was aware of everything and always had a small almost ghost like smile on his face. Ayden, however, was loud and obnoxious. He never stopped talking and no one ever asked him to. He had a really nice smooth voice. It was just really loud and everytime he was around he was talking, not really caring if you were listening or not.
Then there's me. My name's Summer. When I first met Seth he wrote me a note that said "You're ironic." I think when Seth realized I didn't get what he meant he knew he had to explain so he took the note back and wrote "Your name is Summer but your eyes remind me of winter." I guess because of my name I'm supposed to be enjoyable and fun to be around because that's what the season is like. I didn't live up to my name but I don't think that's supposed to matter. I was distant and normally said things only when absolutely needed. One time Ayden said I reminded him of a rainy day and that when I talked it was like he was listening to a slow song with the distant smell of fresh rain in the background. I didn't know if it was a compliment but it made me feel somewhat nice so I took it as one.
I wouldn't say the people in The Lonelies were my friends but they were the closest I had to it. We hung out everyday in Vincent's tree-house and watched the same tv channel. It was the same routine everyday. We'd walk there in silence after school and once we got there Roger would turn the tv on and sit on the couch. Ethan sat to the left of him and I sat on the right. Seth would sit on a stool next to me. Ayden would sit in the bean- bag chair and talk over the tv to anyone who was listening which usually meant himself. Louise sat at a table with Mara right next to her trying to get a full conversation out of her.
"We do the same thing everyday."
Seth quickly pulled a piece of paper and pen from his back pack jotting down something.
"Yeah, but it's nice being able to know somethings normal in our lives."
Seth could do this thing where he pulled you in and made you wonder. He was like a really good book that you got so into you forgot about reality as you read cover to cover and when you were done you kind of just sat there thinking and thinking about all the different meanings within all the sentences. Seth made a person so lazy and unintelligent stop to ponder at the words he'd written.
"You should be a writer, you know that?"
He smiled and his eyes were warm. He was born to be a writer. Honest to God. The child had talent.
"I know." he wrote.