patrick watched as he saw the boy with the dark hair and tattoos walked by. he bit his lip, hoping to get the confidence to talk to him. he took a deep breath, pulling his weight up, and walking over to him.
"hi, my name is p-patrick." he closed his eyes, realizing he stuttered. "pete." he replied. he glanced over at patrick, sending him a small side smile. "how are you, patrick?" pete asked. patrick looked over for a second. one split second to capture the trees behind him.
"im surviving," he replied. "what about you?" pete sighed. "im not quite surviving." he saw pain in his eyes. "im sorry." all patrick could do was say that. how could a boy so beautiful, so different, so himself be so sad?
"how about you come over to my house and i make you some tea?" patrick invited. "okay, that sounds nice."
the cold october wind blew on their way back to patrick's house.
