The New Kid || BOY X BOY

The creek

I was wearing my leather jacket so I could make a good impression. Hope fully I would.

I was going for the bad boy look, but I didn't really care at this point. He was swinging with his eyes on his phone. God was he the cutest. I get there and we talk for a minute.

" Nice jacket" he said.
I'm glad he noticed, it makes me confident.

We start walking around town. I saw the ice cream shop down the road. I reached into my pockets, which never seemed to end, and found four dollars. That should be enough.

"Do you want to stop at the ice cream shop right up there?" I ask. " I don't have money right now" he says.

I tell him that I have enough money to cover us both. He had a smirk on his face.

" sure"

Turns out we like the same ice cream. Chocolate and vanilla, with chocolate sprinkles, and a Carmel and whip cream topping. That was really good, like his looks. Ya know? As the evening progressed, I thought about something. I should show him my spot.

" Hey Blake, wanna see where I go to get my mind off of things? It's a dirt path through the woods with a creek. Right over the hill."

He wanted to so we walked there, it took maybe fifteen minutes. We walked pretty far in. The breeze was calming and I felt safe with him, even though I barely know him. We found a large rock to sit on. For a rock, it wasn't too bad, it was shaped like two chairs! Blake looked like he had something on his mind. He was shaking his leg up and down, and biting his lip in a different way. I usually do things of that sort when I'm nervous or thinking.

" Hey Blake, if you don't mind me asking, is there something on your mind?"

He told me that there was. He said it felt like there was a million things he was thinking about.

" One thing on my mi.." He paused.
" What's wrong?" I asked.

It seemed like he didn't think that I would care that much. He had an expression that kinda spoke for itself. I wanted to know what was wrong, but I'm not gonna ask again and over step.

" My mom passed away last month. After she did we struggled with money. We're here because my dad had a job offer and we found a house."

I felt so bad. I knew what it was like without a mom. My mom had left five years ago, when her and my dad divorced. I assume that she found another family. It's still on my mind to this day. What if she had more kids, what if she was happy knowing I'm not?

The reason I come here is to get stuff off of my mind like that.

Anyways, soon after he told me about his mom, we talked about random things like what he wanted to do when he was older, and what my home life was like. Truthfully it is not the best. Although I live in a nice, big house, with almost every name brand, I still wasn't too happy. All because my dad always worked and when he was home, he was sleeping.

I try to think that his work-aholic self was just trying to provide the best for me. Maybe he just can't handle me by myself. I have no idea. Maybe one day I will have one.