A little too broken (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Chap 9

Oliver's head was still reeling. Eliza wouldn't stop questioning why be called that boy cute. he didn't even remember what the boy looked like if he was being honest. Eliza interrogated him the whole of Saturday but he just told her he was drunk and it meant nothing. He didn't feel like losing his only friend over a stupid off hand
It was another dreaded Sunday morning and Oliver still felt hungover. He hadn't eaten much that morning, just pear and some water. He was getting quite proud of himself as his ribs were protruding and his collar bones were so clear.

He refused to tell anj yone though because he knew they wouldn't understand. They'd call him sick. The sights warned him, taught him to stay hidden in his illness, showed him the true meaning of keeping people at arms length.

After church the same routine of father and Hilda chatting away with everyone in the blazing sun.

Eliza was ill so she couldn't hang out after church. She always made everything interesting. For some reason he couldn't sit still. He tried to watch tv shows, draw even do homework, but all left him bored. He decided to go for a walk to ease his energy.

He put his ear phones in and let the air run along his body slowly cooling his dark skin. 'Blood rush in the hazy glow, my hands your bones...'

The sun was trudging down as it hit 5pm. He decided his parents wouldn't miss him too much and chose to catch the bus to the spot he went to on Friday with Eliza. She was starting rub off on him.

As he arrived he put his earphones in. 'When we grew up our shadows grew up too...'  He looked around and saw all different types of colorful people he wouldn't get to see around his conservative neighborhood. There were Mohawks and dyed hair and piercings and tattoos. All of which fascinated him. He could never have the confidence to dress like that.

He stopped by a park bench and when he looked around, he saw boy with curly hair and green eyes staring intently at him.