The Boy in the Park

Chapter 3

Author's Note- dedicated to @unicornhorn123 for being my first fan and an amazing friend. Thank you for never giving up on me.

I was sitting at the bench as usual. But today was anything but usual. He didn't show up today. I waited for a little longer, but he didn't show up.

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The next day, I didn't have high expectations. I didn't think he would show up anymore. Maybe he was done with sitting next to the weird girl in the park.

I walked to the park, my feet dragging. I looked up and was surprised. The guy was here, but not when he usually shows up. He was here early, on the bench, without his dog today.

But what was the most surprising was that his head was in his hands, his hair was dishevelled, and he had an overall defeated look about him. It was a strange contrast. Whenever I had seen him previously, he always looked cheerful, and I was scared of what could have caused such a drastic change.

I walked to the bench, cautiously, and sat down next to him on the bench. He looked at me. His eyes were a flat dull grey today. He didn't look like he had an ounce of happiness in him. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his mouth was turned down into a frown.

I didn't know what to do. There were several awkward seconds of him looking at me, and I probably looked super confused.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked. Then I winced. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I didn't know him. I didn't have a right to pry into his life. I should've just left him alone.

"I'm fine. Or at least, I will be. It was nothing."

His voice startled me. It was perfect. His voice was really hot. I wouldn't mind listening to that voice all day, or all night-

Ahh! He was sitting here looking like he just got back from hell, and here I was thinking perverted thoughts about his voice? Bad Sienna, Bad!

I had to focus on the problem at hand. He was upset, and I was supposed to be a normal, decent human being and make him feel better, or at least hear him out.

"You don't look fine. Every time I see you here, you seem so cheerful. Something bad must have happened for you to get like this." I knew maybe I was being too forward, but I felt like for once in my life I should say what I'm actually thinking.

"It's nothing. My parents were just yelling at each other again. It's nothing out of the ordinary. They'll get over it by tomorrow, trust me." He said the words as if trying to convince me, but I could tell he was really trying to convince himself.

"So, we've been at the park like every day of Summer break so far. And we haven't talked whatsoever. So, what's your name?" He asked. I could tell he was trying to steer the subject of conversation away. That was fine with me. If he wasn't feeling comfortable telling me about his private issues, that was his decision.

"Sienna. Sienna Cadwell. You?"

"Dylan Westbrook." he said, with a smile. Of all the smiles I've seen of his, this one was different. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but they seemed a little more life-like than before.

"So.. I don't know a thing about you. I assume you live around here. How old are you?" I said. I was seriously curious. He seemed around my age, but I wasn't 100% sure.

"I'm 16, turning 17 in August." I noticed that he seemed in a bit of a better mood now.

"Oh, so you're going into Junior year, like me. I'm turning 17 in November."