~Kurby's POV~
As the boy was sitting down I looked up into his eyes but I looked out the window quickly. As I was looking out the window I could see the reflection of him in the window but I was trying to stop crying. it was dead silent on the bus which I didn't really mind the quiet but this kind of silent was awkward, I heard a voice behind me "hey I'm Westy but most people call me Wes." I turned away from the window and looked into Westy's eyes I couldn't hold back my tears and I started crying, I felt a arm go around my shoulder I flinched a little bit then but I was to weak and tired to actually pull away, I leaned into his chest I just let myself cry, even though I didn't know Westy it felt good to be held in someone's arms and not for those arms to hurt you, his warm body stayed tight against mine. Once I stopped crying I pulled way enough to see his face we stared into each others eye and then I looked out the window with his arm still on my shoulder I leaned into his body "my name is Kurby" I said in a soft voice "where are you going" "anywhere but where I was" I said with a little laugh in my tone. The light in the bus turned on and the driver yelled back "last stop" Westy stood up and looked at me "well this is my stop you want to come with?" I looked at him and nodded "I kinda have no where else to go" I said and I picked up my bag and followed him off the bus, once we got off he started walking down the sidewalk I didn't know what else todo so I just followed him, when I caught up to him I walked right beside him, he was quiet for a while so I decided to break the silence "I'm sorry for that back there" "what do you mean?" "I'm sorry for crying, I mean we don't even know each other and you let me cry on you" "hey don't sweat it I'm glade I was there for you to cry on. So why were you crying?" The question I was trying to avoiding was finally being asked "it's complicated." I said quickly and then it was back silents again. As we walked up to a big house he turned to me "here we are, now be quiet my parents don't know I'm out" he crept to the side of the house and opened a door that I'm guessing led to the garage. He opened it and waited for me to walk in then he shut the door behind us. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything, I felt a hand grab mine and I jumped a little, the hand squeezed a little bit to tell me that it was ok. He guided me to the front door and opened it, we walked in and he flipped on a light. We were standing in a room that I assumed was the laundry room. He kicked off his shoes and I followed, I realized as I kicked off my shoes he hadn't let go of my hand yet which again even though we just met it felt safe. Once I got my shoes off he lead me upstairs to his room, he shut the door and turned on the lights this gave me a chance to look around. It was a pretty normal room for a teenage boy to have, but what really caught my eye is the framed picture of a young beautiful woman sitting on his desk "that's my mom" I heard him say behind me, "huh?" I said as I swung around and saw that Westy was looking at the picture, "oh ya she's beautiful" I said "ya she was" oh my god I thought to my self I felt so bad. "what happened?" I asked "cancer can get the best of us" he said softly "I'm so sorry" I whispered "its ok" it got silent after that.
