Post by +!Dori!+ on Nov 24, 2006 19:28:13 GMT -5
Twas that time of day again. When there was perfect fresh air and tons of things to do on those perfect days. A gentle breeze with the weather being not too hot, not too cold. Either way you looked at it, nothing could ruin it. People were flying kites. There were two or three picnics going on with delicious looking food. A group of friends were skating boarding and laughing. Plenty of couples walking about or occupying a bench to cuddle on. Everyone seemed to have someone and someone to do something with.
Not he. Not the one lone boy, sitting with his left knee brought up to rest his left hand on while his right hand twirled a bit of hair. Not the pearly white haired 14 year old who was dressed in his usual buttoned loose white shirt with his white pants that were a bit too long. Not the bare-footed mostly anti-social Near. He could have cared less what was going on around him. He was just wondering why he was outside of all places instead of inside his room where his toys were.
His slightly grey orbs turned down, his thoughts in random places dealing with the latest case that police had their hands on, Near didn't care that people thought he was weird for being himself. In school no one talked to him since he wasn't the talking type unless he wanted to or was in the mood for 'games'. While he was busy with his thoughts, Near hadn't noticed that he was no longer alone on the bench and that someone was brave enough to sit near him.
Not he. Not the one lone boy, sitting with his left knee brought up to rest his left hand on while his right hand twirled a bit of hair. Not the pearly white haired 14 year old who was dressed in his usual buttoned loose white shirt with his white pants that were a bit too long. Not the bare-footed mostly anti-social Near. He could have cared less what was going on around him. He was just wondering why he was outside of all places instead of inside his room where his toys were.
His slightly grey orbs turned down, his thoughts in random places dealing with the latest case that police had their hands on, Near didn't care that people thought he was weird for being himself. In school no one talked to him since he wasn't the talking type unless he wanted to or was in the mood for 'games'. While he was busy with his thoughts, Near hadn't noticed that he was no longer alone on the bench and that someone was brave enough to sit near him.