Lonely Boy(by dyjonn)

Part 1 Lonely boy

Sawyer the loner,  Sawyer sitting on his own, Sawyer always on his own, Sawyer who has been mooching around on his own for so long that it was accepted now that he just preferred his own company.   Sawyer hated being alone!

Today Sawyer was feeling particularly low (as he had done on all of his previous birthdays that he could remember) because today he was 17  and everybody was  telling him what a special birthday that was.  In fact it just made it harder to bear.  He had woken to lots of good presents, he had a loving family, good parents,  uncles and aunts,  and even a few cousins.  Then there was his younger brother Finn,  and most of them had bought him presents.   No presents from his friends though, and that was because he didn't have any, not one, not ever.  So that was why on his 17th birthday, that so called special day he was sitting alone by the pond on the village green.  He was a nice boy and of a good nature, slim with very bright blue eyes and flawless complexion with  short thick well groomed dark hair   but naturally cautious of people he didn't know well,  and even more so if they were around his own age.  So to save himself from the embarrassment he felt  he had become good at being inconspicuous and discreetly melting into the background whenever he found himself in a situation of proximity to others.  Of course he didn't realise this was the reason he had no friends, he just thought it was because people didn't take to him.  It was quite a nice day, still cold, as you would expect in early May, but nonetheless he could feel the weak sun on the side of his face and it comforted him. 

He would stay here by the pond for an hour and then he would wander the high street for an hour,  then he would go home in time for lunch and enthusiastically lie to his mum that he had had a really nice morning.   An uncontrollable sadness welled up inside him and suddenly unable to help himself he had tears in his eyes,  blurring his vision,  just as a boy of around his own age suddenly appeared beside him.  He quickly stood up and started to walk away  but the boy called out to him and said  "wait, don't leave,  I want to talk to you while I have the chance.  At least tell me what your name is?"  Sawyer didn't recognise this boy which was unusual because in a small place like this there weren't usually many strangers around.  "I'm Sawyer"  he said guardedly.  The boy told him that his name was Biro.  It was a curious name and despite himself Sawyer  said  "like as in Biro pen?"  The boy looked confused and said  "who is Biro Pen".   Feeling as though he had said something wrong Sawyer changed the subject.  Bizarrely  and totally against his private nature  he blurted out today is my birthday,  I am 17.  The boy seemed oddly affected by this news.  "You were crying he said,  there were tears in your eyes and it is your Waking day,  that must be how!"  Sawyer felt mortified that the boy had seen his distress and ashamed,  also perplexed, what on earth was Waking day and what was it that this seemed to add up to for Biro.   The boy went on to tell him that he had often seen him around and had long wanted to speak to him.  He told him how he had seen him many times but always alone,  so where were his friends he wanted to know, and where did he live?.

They sat on the grass by the pond and chatted,  mostly about nothing really but the time flew and Sawyer was finding Biro so easy to talk to.  He had never experienced this feeling before,   was it real friendship?.  " I'm not sure if we will ever talk again but I hope we do,  I think us meeting like this would probably be best kept as our secret.  Would you do that for me, keep it a secret?" Biro asked.  He  was slightly taller than Sawyer, around 5ft 10 and slim with pale skin and intense blue eyes topped with slightly unruly straw coloured hair.  Keeping secrets came very easily to Sawyer so he readily agreed to Biro's request.   "I have to go home now it is nearly 3 and I have to eat"   Biro said sounding regretful.  he looked suddenly uncomfortable and awkwardly held his hand out to Sawyer.  Taking his proffered hand and ready to shake it Biro lifted his hand carrying Sawyers with it to shoulder height and held it firmly for what seemed like a long time whilst holding eye contact the whole time.  Releasing Sawyers hand He turned and strode away.  A sudden thought occurred to Sawyer and he grabbed his mobile from  his pocket and looking up to ask for his no. he was astonished to see that Biro had already gone from view.  That is weird thought Sawyer, he must have broken into a run to be out of sight, either that or he was hiding.   Now he noticed another weird thing to add to the list. The time according to his phone was almost 2 and the other boy had said it was nearly 3.   He was still late for lunch though.  His mum would worry as he never was late.  He felt incredibly happy.  This was his best ever birthday, the first one where he actually had some fun.

Sawyer walked home with a spring in his step and a feeling of happiness in his heart.  He had really liked and connected with Biro, dare he consider that he had actually made a friend, albeit a friend whom he had sworn to tell nobody about.  His phone was vibrating in his pocket, it was his mum.  She was demanding to know why he had not been answering her calls.  "Where have you been?"  she grumbled  "I have been worried sick and we have already eaten lunch.  Don't worry we have saved you some but come straight home  now"  He checked his phone log but there had been no calls at all.  There was no doubt that something very unusual had occurred today.  He would never forget this day as long as he lived.  And strange for him he had made such a connection with another person that all of his thoughts were of when would he be able to meet up with Biro again.