James

It was a new day. James walked through the halls of school mindlessly, on autopilot to his locker. He saw a new kid; at least he thought it was a new kid. James had never seen him before. The kid seemed to be about James’s age. He leaned against the wall as if trying to disappear. He was dressed in all black. Black skinny jeans, and a soft, thin black shirt that contrasted greatly with his creamy pale skin. Though the rest of him was pale, his face seemed slightly tan. James walked passed him and shot him a half smile, that wound up looking like a grimace.

“Hey,” James mumbled

“Hey,” the other boy said back.

“ I’m James.”

“I’m Oliver.”

“Cool.”

They stood there awkwardly for a few moments before actually looking up at each other. To James’ surprise, the previously sad looking boy had a cautious smile on his face. James smiled back. He couldn’t help but notice the beautiful pools of dark brownish-reddish amber that were Oliver’s eyes. As soon as he thought this, he looked away, ashamed. He needed to stop thinking like this. He would only encourage the rumours if anyone else caught him staring at another boy. Oliver, sensing James’ discomfort, Oliver put his hand gently on James’ shoulder.

“Hey,” Oliver smiled. James looked back up at Oliver and smiled back. Though they'd barely exchanged five words, James felt as though he’s finally found a friend.