3- Mystery Poet

"So what do you wanna do today?" Rick says to me. "I don't know..." I trail off. I had been gone for so long yet I couldn't think of a single thing to do. Then again I really didn't do anything in the summer. I just went to random parties that kids from my school would invite me to. They where very exhausting. Who knew it could be so hard to be a typical dumb, hot rich kid. "We should go to Broken Shadows!" Rick exclaims. "I bet they miss their mystery poet.." Rick wiggles his eyebrows and I cringe. I hate when he dose that. "Ok. Let's go, I just have to get my journal from my house ok." He nods his head and we head down stairs. We bump in to yellow eyes again, unfortunately. "Hey where are you guys going." He asked. Rick looks at me and smirks. "We are going to this cafe it's called Broken Shadows." "That name is shit." I smile. It's really is shit. "Yeah but it's a great place. We found it a few years ago. It's one of the only spots that kids from our school would never step into. It's kinda like our hide out, we get to be ourselves there." I kick Rick.

"What?!?! He's my cousin he won't tell anyone about it, right Nick." Nick looks at me and smirks. "No of cores not." I roll my eyes. "Ok. Well.. come on we gotta go." I pull Rick and head for my house. I don't realize that Nick is following us until I get to my front door. "What are you doing?" I glare back at him. He looks at me puzzled. "I wanna go with y'all." He simply states. I shake my head. "No you already know about our secret you don't need to know anything eals!" I yell. "What do you mean anything eals I just want to check out the place. I won't tell anyone." He looks at me with puppy dog eyes. "Yeah!! He won't tell anyone!" Rick seconds. "Fine what ever.." I nick on the door. "Hello sir." Samuel says. "Don't call me that. I'm just a kid you know." "I know sir." I role my eyes. You'll never stop will you Samuel. I think to myself.

He lets us in and I go straight to the stairs rushing the cousins. We make it halfway up before my dad noticed us. "How was your trip son?" The damn bastard. "It was great." I say sarcastically. My dad chuckles. "I bet it was.." "If you excuse me dad I need to get something from my room and then Ill be out of your way." He nods his head. "Ok but you have a therapy appointment today." I ignore what he said and keep walking. We finally get to my room and I open the door. It still looks the same. Pens scattered around my desk, my bed a mess, and the rest of my room a plain light gray and meet. "Why are we here?" Nick ask. "I need to change and get something. I go to my closest and pull out a black shirt and ripped jeans than I go to my bath room.

I am almost finished when I hear Rick yelling. "Hey! Put that down stop going through his stuff." I quickly put on my shirt and open the door. "What are you doing!" I ask. Nick smirks and I look to see what's in his hand. He has a bottle of lube. "What's this?" "Nick I told you to stop." Tears welded in my eyes and I didn't know why. Or maybe I did. I never liked to remember anything that would happen on those nights. It's why I don't spend time in my room. I walk over to Nick and grab it out of his hand. "I-it's nothing." I through it in the trash. "Are you sure?" Nick says in a playful manner. I don't reply and I go to my desk. I pull out my mask and my journal and leave my room.

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He pulls out his journal and leaves. What's his deal? It's nothing to be ashamed of. Rick hits my arm. "Ouch!" He glares at me. "I told you to stop." He spits. "I didn't know he would get that upset! What's his problem anyway?" "That's none of your business! Now let's go before he leaves us." We leave his room and head to the front door where Jack and Samuel are waiting. "He said he would take us." Jack states. "Thx Sammy!" Rick says as he hugs the man. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that and to stop hugging me." Samuel simply states as he takes ricks arms from around him. "I'm just showing my appreciation." Rick pouts. It amazes me how he can be so childish but mature in other times. We used to the car and the ride is silent.

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We get to the cafe and I say thx to Samuel and go inside the other to behind me. I put on my mask before anyone looks over to the door. If you haven't guessed already I'm the mystery poet Rick was talking about. I'm not that good at it poetry. In fact I think the stuff I write is way to unstable and doesn't have a point to it, but everyone here seems to like it. "Hey Mystery Poet." The girl at the counter says. She's the one who gave me the nickname. "Do you have something new for us. It's been a while since you two have come by." She smiles. "Well I didn't want to come back until I had a new pice." I lie. "Well you can go after Mike, he's almost finished." I nod my head and we go sit down at one of the tables. "So this is the place huh." Nick says. "Yep" I say. "What's with the mask tho and why did that girl call you mystery poet?" "He reads his poetry here every so often." "And the mask?" "I prefer to be anonymous." He nods his head in understanding. Mike finishes and everybody claps. What? Did you expect me to say snap? Snapping is not allowed in this cafe along with a few other things. This place is pretty weird.

"Ok so the next person is Mystery Poet." The owner says as I walk up on stage. I pull down my mask a little so it is not poking my eyes. "Umm... I have a new one today and it's called 'My Love'" I clear my throat.

"To the person that might love me one day. To the person who might fall in love with my boring blue eyes. To the person who might adore my smile and think my laugh is just the icing on the cake to my voice. I'm sorry... I'm sorry I'll probably never out right say the words I love you. I'm sorry that no matter how many times you say those words softly in to my ear as we wake up in the morning I will never believe it. I'm sorry if my night terrors become to much for you... the kicking and punching might give you a few bruises. I'm sorry that I'll end up drowning you with my issues.... but most of all I'm sorry that I let you love me. I'm sorry that I didn't try hard enough to push you away. I'm sorry that I'll never try hard enough to push you away.... and I'm sorry because I will never let go of you. Even when you realize I'm not good for you and get married to someone better, I will still hold on to you like a leech. Draining the life out of you as you try to forget my name. My voice. My boring blue eyes and the way that I didn't say... I love you..."