Simon sat alone, late night he sat alone. He was a lot different then most boys he didn't like the blonde cheerleaders and being popular he just wanted to be alone. But he couldn't. He was an attractive boy everyone wanted to be around him. And he hated it. He sat on the bench near the river, the water looked beautiful tonight he looked to the trees. A girl stood there.Waist length hair, jet black. She was thin but still so beautiful. She saw him her eyes were greyish blue and also gorgeous. She ran and was fast he stood up wanting to go after her but didn't. He went home instead laid on his bed thinking of her, he fell asleep at the thought.
"Wake the fuck up douche bag" his father yelled, he slowly sat up "what the fuck" he said in a raspy voice, he swiped his dark hair away from his face. He looked up at his father with even darker eyes "faggot..." His father walked away "Saturday" Simon muttered; the girl flashed into his mind. He shot out of his bed and slipped his jeans and jacket on, he ran upstairs and to the front door of his house slipped his sneakers on and ran out the door only thinking of the girl at this point he ran down the streets, she was standing in a park. She had on ragged skinny jeans and a plaid shirt, he walked up to her and she turned around startled. She shifted her black sneakers through the wet grass "wait" he shouted she stopped "what do you want..." She seemed shy "I saw you last night at the river" she looked at the ground shyly "yeah..." "I'm there every night" she had a quiet voice and he found it quite cute "do you want to meet me there tonight?" What a mistake he had made....
