This Skinny Love

Prolog

     OKAY, BEFORE THIS STORY BEGINS I JUST WANT TO SAY THIS BOOK IS RATED MATURE BECAUSE OF CUSSING, AND THE FACT THAT THERE IS CONTENT THAT MAY BE DEPRESSING FOR SOME READERS, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE OR EMOTIONAL TO THAT TYPE OF CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT READ. ALSO, MY SPELLING IS REALLY CRAPPY, SO IF THERE IS SOME MISTAKE I MADE, PLEASE DO NOT POINT IT OUT IN THE COMMENTS AS IT IS QUITE A WASTE. UPDATES WILL BE THE FRIDAY OF EVERY OTHER WEEK. THAT BEING SAID, ON TO THE STORY.

 A boy with shaggy long black hair wearing a torn up over-sized hoodie and jeans sat at the back of the school cafeteria sobbing, hood up and arms hugging his knees. He is hidden from the rest of the school society behind some trash bins. Some kids did see him but, they mostly just ignored, some took the chance to make fun of and kick him.

The boy let his tears flow freely, none of them understood him, he couldn't even Remember when he was last happy in school or at all. His parents starved him often and his lunch money he found on the ground at the side of streets was stolen by the school bully, sometimes he wondered why he was even alive.

He heard dragged footsteps walk up to him, the boy tensed, waiting for the familiar sharp pains at his side to arrive, they never did. "Hey? Uh..hey do you want help up? You'll collect dust if you just sit there everyday." He looked up, a tall boy with fluffy blond hair smiled softly down at him. "Ian?, um.. That's your name right? Come on, I'll give you something to eat" his outstretched arm started to move up and down lightly. Ian sniffed hesitating, the boy gave him a sweet innocent look, the boy wiped away a tear and grabbed his hand with both of his significantly smaller hands that were covered by the hoodie sleeves.

"Here, I can live without my lunch, even if it is subway." He sat Ian down beside him at an empty table in the back corner. He pushed his sandwich and chocolate milk towards Ian after opening the milk and putting a light blue bendy straw in. "Why are y-you doing this? How do you know my name?" Ian scooted away from the other boy and pushed the sandwich away weakly. "Oh, yeah sorry 'bout that, I'm in your history, geography and music classes, my name's Ross. I'm really sorry for not helping you before, but I snapped when I watched you stumbling day after day, looking crumpled and broken." Ross looked at Ian sadly. "But, n-no one ever does that to me, I'm worthless and not worth your time, or food, leave me alone." Ian cried a little harder and stumbled out of his seat, falling when he tripped over the bench trying to get out. The entire cafeteria noticed and laughed, cackled, pointed, stared, chuckled, joked. Ross couldn't take any more of the hideous sounds of those who torched him inside when he saw them destroy his classmate, day after day.

Ross was pretty popular among everyone, he was known as a happy go lucky guy who was a big role model so when he stood up to the table and screamed out "SHUT UP!!" The entire room fell silent with kids looking at him in dismay. Some still giggled, but most stared at him in utter shock. Ian ran out of the room, crying harder and holding his head. Ross felt a small tear run along his cheek glancing at those who he had been close to, now disapproving him with mutters and snorts. Turning away from the hate he grabbed the sandwich he darted after Ian and caught up easily as Ian didn't make it far before falling from exhaustion. "Ian..?" He asked softly, the whole episode was probably only a few minutes long but it felt shorter, he had just only confronted Ian 10 or so minutes ago, and here he was trying to comfort him. "Ian please, just eat, don't worry about those other assholes, I won't let them hurt you again, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just- I want to help you.." He sat next to Ian, helping him sit up. Hoping his words had sunk in, he pushed the sandwich towards the smaller boy. Ian only looked at him. Ross smiled warmly as Ian picked up the sandwich and took a big bite, as he chewed he looked back to Ross, who nodded. Ian ate the rest of the sandwich in rapid, desperate bites and finished it in a heartbeat. Ian looked to Ross with a small smile, shifting closer until their arms brushed.

They sat in silence for the half hour remainder of the period, they had class together the following period for history, then again in math, so they stayed together for the rest of that day, and eventually, became best friends.