Introvert Love Story (WORKING TITLE)  Chapter I Eddie C. Jones

I never know quite what to say..  
that's been my excuse for not talking to people my entire life. It's worked until now and unless an easier way presents itself,  
I don't see a change in the near future.  
   
Don't be thinking "poor him" or "he must have it so bad."  
To be completely honest, I prefer it this way.  
I don't always have someone talking my ear off, or overruling what I want to do each day.    
But everyone has a friend or two to keep them sane. Even if they don't really exist to them.    
My closest being "Salvatore" and "Kai".  
We all had nicknames as kids growing up.  
   
That's how you knew you were accepted back then.  
Mine just ended up being "Bender" after the John Hughes movie.. mainly because I'd seen it about 50 times.  
My real name of course though was Eddie C. Jones.  
Emphasis on the "C". Now you know why we went by nicknames..  
Salvatore being Daniel Jasper and "Kai" is my best bud Kip Floyd.  
We always called him "Kai" cause he got way big into Digimon when it came out and dressed as a Japanese T.V character for 3 years. Yeah. me and my friends are KNOWN for our relationships with females. *CUE SARCASM*  
   
Anyway after another night of scrolling through porn.. kidding! God I'm not THAT desperate..  
Wikipedia and Imdb. looking for plot holes and goofs.  
I passed out on the keyboard and awoke to error prompts.  
 
Chapter 1.5 The Metal Show
Obviously increasingly annoyed by the prolonged key stroke sound,  
I looked up at the screen and laughed to find the error message for Sticky Keys.  
How I had managed to hit shift with my head 5 times fast while I was asleep is beyond me, but that definitely made my week so far.  
Of course that was soon to change with university starting on Monday. I was going to become an audio engineer but they make you take several other courses at the same time. I never knew how to play music but I can always see it in my head and know how it's supposed to sound. We're encouraged to get out as much as we can to festivals and shows to learn how different venues accommodate differently for sound. But I would never go just for the lesson. I'm just as big a fan of these bands as anyone. And I could probably tell you things about them, that them themselves (and that's a LOT of them's) don't even still know!  
One was expected for tonight with Salvatore bringing the tickets (if he ever makes it in that car of his. It used to be his dad's WAY back in '80 and even then it was about 6 years old.  
The show in question tonight was Beheading of A King.  
It was planned to go as usual, me by myself, maybe talking to the band for a bit before they go on, and Salvatore occasionally spotted me in the crowd for a couple of seconds before being lost again in a circle pit. He was like that. It didn't matter how hard you went, he'd find a way to go harder. That's what I've always liked about him. He's always up to do anything you want to do and then some. Instant friend material. I was staying out of the pit tonight thought because I was told via my professor I needed to "get out more" and "learn a thing or two about studying the perspective of a live show."  
    
So I'm somewhere around the middle/back of the crowd to the left of the mix board. I'd just seen Salv again and a girl came running into me with her drink. Both of us were immediately soaked and the first thing that came to mind was "geez thanks..." but she immediately started haemorrhaging apologies towards me, and all I ended up saying was "me too." She looked at me incredibly ashamed and blushing a little.  
I, as usual had a million things I could have said, but none of them I felt would have been an appropriate response or done the situation justice.  
    
Stunningly bright blue without a euphemism capable of describing.  
I took it all in so fast I wouldn't be able to forget those features for the rest of my life.  
Collar bone length straight hair (dark brown)  
a small nose and the most seductive kissable lips anyone would ever see. That idea immediately broke my heart, and the other ones came flooding telling me a girl like that is definitely being properly loved and looked after. Being wanted respected, and loved unconditionally and exclusively.  
Even though she had just spilled her drink on me, and I probably now needed a new phone.. I do remember thinking briefly about kissing her before I say nothing, leave with Sal after the show, and go home feeling just as alone as ever.