Closer than he'd ever been before, shifting his weight from foot to foot.Īfraid. When he stood Andrew was sure he would leave without answering, but he just came to stand in front of him. He could work with that.Ībram twisted his hem around his fingers and scanned the park again. 'Can I call you Drew? I think Drew would suit you.' Don't call me Andy, AJ or Doe.'Ībram nods, turning back to the park where a group of teens were attempting to lands trick on their skateboards. It might have been pity if there weren't so much raw understanding in his eyes. Interesting, he might be smarter than he looks. When Andrew doesn't respond, he moves to the next question. The only one that doesn't have to change because it can just as easily be left out.' He has another hour before he has to go back. 'Not my birth name then?' He sounds almost hopeful?Īndrew waits until he sorts through his thoughts. Six names? Yep, there is something going on there. 'I've had six so far.' He answers slowly, weighing each word. 'What is your name.' He wouldn't care usually, but the way this kid had avoided it last time he asked, he was curious.

Maybe he thought Andrew wouldn't answer, he almost didn't. Though he tears his eyes from the sky and fixes them on a spot just in front of Andrew. Who was this kid going to tell? He hadn't asked how he had been hurt, just who. Thanks foster parents who always buy clothes that are too big. Tugging them further down over his hands. 'What truth do you want?' It's probably a stupid idea. His mouth curves upwards at the blunt response. But I reserve the right to tell you to fuck off.' 'Ratting you out would require talking to people.' But he guesses that's the point. I think you're the only person who wouldn't rat me out.' 'You don't like people in your business any more than I do. People had been telling him how obscure and worthless he was his entire life. Weren't they fine with their silence? What could he possible want to know? Andrew wasn't anything special. The slight twitch at each sound in the park around them.

'Truth for a truth.' The boy proposes, his eyes never leave the cloud drifting above the trees.Īndrew studies him for what seems like hours. He didn't see him for two days after that. He had asked once, only to be met with silence. Being invisible, even with some-one else beside you.Īndrew didn't even know his name. The anger was only eased when the kid failed to so much as look at him for the first week. Andrew had come across this kid with black hair and shifty green eyes sitting on his bench like he it was his own spot. It had been this way for three weeks now. Just stares across the vacant park, tracking the slow movement of the sun across the sky. Hadn't seen the slight limp almost perfectly hidden. Andrew glances at the boy perched on the bench beside him.

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