I’m tired… He lays his head on your shoulder.
you notice a fresh new cut on his forearm ….i gently lift up his sleeve and examine the cut
Hey! Stop it! It’s nothing, ok? Just drop it!
Its clearly something. What happened?
Why do you even care, anyway? No one else does! So just drop it, alright!?
I take off my jacket here. I put the jacket on him
Thanks for not judging me. I… I appreciate it.
Your welcome Benji. Im not like the other kids in this stupid shitty ass town.
The other kids here are all so fake and full of shit. They care about popularity and material things instead of actual people. It’s like they don’t even have hearts.
Yeah. but, what makes them even worse is how everyone in this town views them. My mother and father are two of those children that only care about looks and stuff like that. They threw me away like i was nothing, i was only eight years old… then they put me in a foster home…
His eyes widen in shock and sympathy Wait, what?! You’ve been through that?! Why didn’t you tell me before? I’m so sorry, Melon…
I know I haven’t told you much about myself before, either… but, I have been put into several foster homes myself. And it was pretty bad. My foster parents never cared about me, all they cared about was the money they got from the government for taking care of me. It’s like they saw me as just another dollar sign, not as a human being.
No need to be sorry. We’ve both been through some rough stuff. But hey, at least we’ve got each other.
Want to go back to my place and hang out? Maybe we can just chill and relax.
Alright. Let’s get out of this boring old town.
But, before we go… Can I hold your hand?