There's a Reason- Ch One GxP

I've met a boy on the bus today.
He's chubby, sure, and has the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on another bloke. He's not much older than me, I think.
Usually I'd sit alone or by someone and not even look at them. I hate school, the teachers, the kids, the subjects. I just want it to be over. I never listen anyway. All I ever go for is just to sit at the back of the class and draw guitars. It's all I can think of lately.
This morning, I'd met that boy, having no where else to sit. I'd asked him if I could sit by him, not really wanting to talk. I'd rather just hear what other people tell me. I'm not that interesting anyway. I introduced meself to him, though. And he did to me.
Paul.
That's his name.
I didn't want to talk, but for some reason I found it hard to keep me mouth shut the entire bus ride. It's never been that way before. I felt I could talk to him, and as soon as I did, we joked and laughed as if we'd known each other forever.
The best thing about him is that he loves music. He told me he played trumpet, but wanted a guitar. I have one. I talked to him about it, how I've been playing 'til me fingers bled. He's asked to come over to my place so I could show him what I know. I said yes.
This is my first real friend. I can't stop thinking about tomorrow. I'd see him again, he told me, and whatever friend he sat with wouldn't be there. Sick or something. I've seen Paul before, just a few times, but now I know who he is.
I just wonder when he'll decide to come over to my place. He doesn't live very far, I think. He said he'd gotten on the bus a little while before I did.
Now I've got someone to talk to. Someone to teach and play guitar with.
And I can't sleep, just thinking about tomorrow...
And now... School isn't so bad, I think.
Paul will be there.
He'll be there...