One of the Boys

Prologue

"Yo, Torres," I heard my best friend shout.

"S'up, Gray?" we were best friends and weren't even on first name terms. He sidled up beside my locker. I took my skateboard out form the metal box.

"I'm so glad we don't have classes again till September. I'm fed up with this place." I grabbed the guitar case out of my locker. My hands were full so I closed it by hitting it with my hip, and began to walk home alongside my friend.

"You're so lucky that you get to go somewhere on vacation. My mom's so busy with the catering that I'd never get to go anywhere." He was rich, so he was going on vacation for the whole of summer. I had no idea what I was going to do for such a long period of time.

"Yeah, but I'm going to be so bored. What is there to do in London? Nothing, that's what."

"Well, it's much more glamorous than here."

"Yeah, I want to go to somewhere glamorous. That is so me." He said sarcastically.

"Me either." I said quietly. I had always wanted to go to London. It was so hip, and the girls there had the best fashion sense. I may not seem one for fashion, but when it was vintage, I was.

"As girly as it sounds, I'm going to miss you, Torres." This was the first time he'd shown emotion around me, apart from when he was telling me about the girls he had the hots for. I smiled at him.

"I'm going to miss you too." He smiled back at me. I would miss him. We'd only been apart for up to two weeks at a time since we were six. He didn't say anything, neither did I. We just kept walking in silence. Man, that was awkward.

"So, did you see that fight at lunch?" Great, back to guy talk.

"Yeah, how awesome was it?" I said trying to fit in with him.

"Meh, I've seen better." We were close to our houses. "Anyways, I'll see you in a while Torres."

"Yeah, see you later Gray." We didn't hug. No, he only hugged me when he was serenely happy, and even then he hugged me as if I was his sister. He walked off to his house. I walked to my neighbouring one. The slightly dilapidate one. It was so annoying with him. I was just one of the buys to him.

He was just so blind. I'm a damn girl and he doesn't realise it. When he told me when he found some girl cute. I would tell him how much of a slag she was, he would ignore me and ask her out anyway. She would turn him down, they all did. It was because he wasn't a jock. They just didn't realise how amazing he was. He always noticed them. Maybe it was because they were scared of spiders, either that, or it was the way they dressed. So I wear jeans, that obviously doesn't make me a girl to him. I guess he didn't notice me because I'd always been there. I never wore makeup and my air was just how it was after id woken up. So I wore converse instead of pink heels. Wow, that so doesn't make me a girl. Guys are so oblivious. I really should stop being aggressive though; I did punch him really hard from time to time. Definitely one of the guys to him. It was so aggravating. I wanted him to notice me. I wanted him to tell me that it was me he was crushing on. I wanted it to be me he was swooning over. Yes, call me cliché, but I was in love with my best friend. My hot best friend. Why did my best friend have to be a guy? A guy who thought of me as a boy. Him, with his stupid, luscious hair. Him, with his stupid, amazing looks. Him, with his stupid, angelic voice. He was perfection, yet I was the only one to notice.

"Mom!" I called after entering the house. "I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen." I needed to do something.

"Mom," I said going into the kitchen. "Can I please ask you something?"

"You just did sweetheart." I shot her an exasperated look.

"Can you," I sighed. This was hard. "Could you please teach me how to be a girl?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I'm like a guy in girls' clothing. I don't want to be like that anymore."

"This doesn't have anything to do with a certain dark haired neighbour, does it?"

"It might do." She knew about my feelings. She knew about them before I did. She began to explain things to me about makeup and stuff. I heard the populars talk about it various times. This was going to be the new me.

I walked through the front door of school in a denim mini. I looked like such a wannabe. I needed to do this though. I needed his attention. I was still wearing converse; something's just don't change. My hair was straightened to perfection. I was wearing a low-cut top, not as bad as some of the other girls though. My makeup could make BarryM jealous. I finally looked like a girl. He was waiting by my locker as always. As I walked down the corridor I could feel people staring at me. Oh God, I hoped I didn't look too different. I walked up to my locker. He didn't notice me until I started remembering my combination.

"Holy shit, is that you Torres?"

"Yeah, who'd you think it was, Santa Claus? And please don't call me that anymore."

"It's your name though."

"Not my first name. Do you even remember what my first name is?"

"Yeah, it's Mitchie."

"Good, Shane, you remember something about your best friend."

"Can I call you Mitch?"

"I guess so, I mean its less syllables for you to remember."

"Wow, you've changed over the summer."

"Yeah, well I was bored with my look."

AN: man another damn fic, I'm cranking them out. I might have to put WLWS on hiatus though, to do this, cos I just have no Idea what I'm doing with it, I mean I have so many plans with it, but I don't know how to get to where I am with it to where I want to be. I need sleep, I have band practice tomorrow and I have a cold, yeah that's going to help my signing. This was inspired by One of the Boys by Katy Perry. R&R