Tap tap tap"Hmm?" I said slowly lifting my head up from my phone. "Oh!" I look up to see a bruised and bandage Bong. His nose and forehead had bandages on them and the parts not covered I could see the stitching and bruising from surgery.
He looked upset well obviously he just went through surgery but he looked really embarrassed. He wouldn't stop fiddling and kept looking down. I couldn't tell if the redness on his face was from surgery or his embarrassment.
I didn't even realise that I had been starring at him for a long time until he snuffled a little. "Oh! Shit uh I'm sorry did it go alright," he tilts his head in confusion. "T-The surgery I mean,"
"Oh!" He gasps in realisation and then nods his head. Wow that's the first time I heard him speak well is oh a word oh well I'm glad no matter what it is.
Another long silence passes. "Do you want a ride? home I drove here so I can drive you back," he nods his head. "Is that a yes?" I asked him. I wanted to be sure. A quick silent"...y..yes.."
"Alright! What's you're street?" I said opening up maps on my phone. He hops on his tippy toes and slowly puts in his street. Wow I didn't realise how short he was, I'm like a head taller than him.
By the time I looked back he had put his address in "huh? Edienth street the opposite of wear I live," I said trying to make some kind of conversation. Thought he didn't say anything he actually smiled witch made me smile back.
"Shall we head to the car then?" I asked. He nodded his head and followed me into the car park.
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"Y-you know.. y-you didn't have to h-help me.." he stuttered. His sudden words surprised me especially cause he avoided talking as much as possible. "What do you mean?" I asked anxiously. "I-I've fallen like that before...y-you d-didn't have to waist your t-time," what? "What? Of course I'd help you?".
Another long silence... " B-but you don't know me.." he whispered. "So? you were hurt and you deserve to be helped. Would you not help one someone if they were hurt?"
"I'm not sure I can offer much help..." he sniffles. He has really low confidence, stupid jocks fucking hell. "Well I know you might not think this but I think personally pretty bad ass,"
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Boys Without A Home
RomanceThe school loser is often left on his own to personally deal with his own difficulties until the day he fell face first into the pavement for the schools pothead, like literally. The two of them then would become very close friends after awhile and...
