The rain had stopped sometime that morning, leaving everything reflective and crystal clear. Water crystals sliding down the countless trees at the foot of a grassy hill on the edge of town. At the peak of the hill stood a two story house however; white paneling and green trimming decorating the architecture. A balcony which had two sliding doors which led into the well kept house- but I'll get into that in a minute. Overall, The property felt so tranquil and was just plain gorgeous with the lake further down past the orchard. But as peaceful as it was looking out to the house, Looks can be deceiving.

"I can't believe you'd go on and do that without telling me!" Shiloh cried to his auntie as he dropped his face into a white and lacy pillow on the couch.

His parents had passed away years back, Making him have to leave Russia and live with his godmother Annie- And his only remaining memory from his past; was his Silver Marten bunny named Frodo. Frodo as in Frodo Baggins, from Lord of the rings. His dad read those books to him when he was around the age of twelve and he had a huge crush on Frodo the Hobbit. But today was the day that his precious little hazel fluff ball left him. It'd died that morning while the seventeen year old was still sound asleep, and now resides in a pine box out in the garden. Corpses are great fertilizer after all.

But down the hill and away from the quiet two story house that perched ontop of it, roads winded between office buildings and factories. And in those roads, cars filled with people, eager to get to their jobs or schools- drove about. In one of these cars though, a rusty old compact painted to match the color of a midnight sky, sat a teenager who was less than fortunate. As he drove through the city streets and whizzed by those who were unlucky enough to have to walk, only one thought resonated through his mind.

"Please, if there is a god, kill me now".

The skinny jean-clad smoker with a taste for self harm hated nothing more than going to school, and that's where he was headed. Everyday the drive seemed more and more like driving into the firey depths of hell, but he had to deal with it for one more year, until he could break away from the torture that society called 'learning' and go support himself with a job at McDonalds or something. No one needed to tell him that his future was going to be shit. That was something he already knew. Hell, he'd be lucky enough if he made it through this year without ending his own miserable life, or in his eyes, unlucky.

As he pulled into the school parking lot with a snakebitten sneer on his face and hate in his eyes, he just hoped and prayed to a god he didn't even believe in that the day would go by quickly or he could slip out before lunch ended or something. The angsty teen parked in the nearest parking space and hurried out of his car, just wanting this day to be over already. He hadn't even walked through the front door yet.

But by this time, the pink haired and sobby fool had already arrived at the brick and prison-like highschool. Tear stained cheeks to go with his matching red eyes. Crying does such a toll on people, such a messy pain. The pink haired boy was here on his first day, the ironic bunny ears on his white hoodie bouncing with each step that he took. The hallways were crowded and hectic in the mornings, teenagers standing in little swarms all over the hallways and teachers setting up for the many classes that they'd instruct. Mornings generally were cheery and energetic on his side of the woods though. He'd normally just roll out of bed at his own time, feed Frodo, run downstairs in nothing but boxers and get his breakfast. Just morning routines of a homeschooled kid really.
As he walked, he could feel the numerous eyes catching sight of him. He felt belittled and looked down on. Well literally actually since the little Russian was barely 5'3" and he had fuschia, lime, and cyan in his thick hair. Or maybe it was because he reaked of strawberries since he'd nearly fallen asleep in the bath the night before. Either or, he felt anxiety creeping up as he looked frantically for his locker; the little piece of paper reading his locker combo and classes held tightly in both hands. He didn't even know why he was looking for the stupid metal box anyways. He had no books yet.

Casey had entered in the doors on the opposite side of school than Shiloh though. Around him, he just saw the same stupid looking faces he did everyday though: stupid teenage girls with spray tans and bleached blonde hair, jocks trying to impress the girls with the biggest tits and the smallest brains, nerds, hipsters, and honor roll students. They were all the same to Casey though. Mindless idiots that had no idea how the real world worked.
And every stupid face he saw made him rue the day he was born even more. A few people uttered a good morning to him through the hallways, but their words were hollow and meaningless, and just pissed the teen off more. The raven hurried to his locker, roughly pushing people out of his way, and once he got his books he just hurried to his first hour; the faster he got there, the faster the day would be over. And the faster the day ended, the faster he could go home and watch black sitcoms for a cheap, racist laugh, or perhaps get a little drunk or high. Whatever he ended up doing, it'd be better than being here.

Ironicly, The younger boy mentioned before, was in the same first period class. There were only a few people there so far, and on the far row of seats sat the little Russian. Swaying his feet a little as he looked around with wide curious eyes. New things tended to lighten his mood abit after all.

The sound of the door closing and the raven making his intrance caught his attention instantly though as he pulled his eyes from the window where a squirrel leaped from a tree  to the window sill. His baby blue eyes slowly made their way from Casey's toes up to his face. And he couldn't really be blamed for staring either; Despite Casey's attitude- his appearance made up for it.

The angst filled teenager didn't even notice Shiloh though. He just sat in his assigned seat, which was right behind the pink haired boy, and lay his tired head down on the frigid desktop. He was so tired though, he didn't care about the sharp contrast between the temperature of his flushed skin and the wooden desk, though it did wake him up a bit. The teacher wasn't in the classroom yet though, so Casey surely had some time to try and sleep. However, at this point Shiloh was now feeling very flustered that he'd even think that another guy was....er...hot. He was still closeted and never really paid attention to anything other than friendships anyways.

As class went on, Casey glared at Shiloh's back, thinking that he was a super faggot. The kind of gay boy that did musicals and had all girl friends because gay people were 'different' and they could go shopping together and have sleepovers and fawn over fuckers like Justin Bieber together. The meer thought made Casey gag.

As soon as class came to an end, The little pinky was again reminded of Frodo. Which reminded him of home. Which then reminded him of his dead parents. So at this point, he was unintentionally doubledipping the grief train, and as soon as the bell rang; he rushed down-making quite the exit- to the nearest bathroom to empty his tear ducts. The raven haired teen on the other hand; ditched his books at his locker and headed to the bathroom. The urge to have a cigarette was coming on already, and he usually skipped second and third hour anyway. Ironically, he entered the same bathroom as bunny boy, and was shocked immediately by the sound of Shiloh's sobs. For a second, he thought he had entered the women's bathroom due to the pitch of the boy's sobs, but the sight of urinals proved him correct. Casey honestly didn't know what to do, except stand there awkwardly.

Little choked sobs came from the last stall as they forced their way out of Shiloh's throat. Leaning against the metal wall, hunched over with his little delicate hands cupped over his mouth. Other than he and Casey, the bathroom was empty of people and the sound echoed silently in the trapped space.

Though, a few minutes later; he unlatched the stall and wobbled out while knuckling his eyes. Unaware that the angsty whore had whittnessed his little episode.
Casey actually kinda felt bad for this kid. Life in whatever country he came from must have been so much better than life here in America. Nevertheless, even though this guy DID seem like a super fag and was probably very annoying, but he must have acted better than anyone here in America.

"...hey." Casey hesitantly uttered, slowly aproaching the boy, "Want a cigarette?"

Though Shiloh's vision was still a tad blurry, his hearing was pretty damn good. And Casey's voice made him gasp, eyes darting up from where they were planted to the floor. He was surprised to see that it was the guy that he was eyeing up in first period. "W-what?" Shiloh finally uttered, giving him a weird look. He for one, chose to have nothing to do with drugs.

Like the cool kid that he was, Casey just took back the cigarette he was offering to Shiloh and placed it between his lips. "Suit yourself." he muttered with a shrug, taking Shiloh's response as a no. The raven slipped a blue lighter from his pocket and cupped a hand over the end of his death stick, but looked up to Shiloh before lighting it. This super faggot was actually pretty hot in his opinion. "Say... what's your name?" he asked, blowing smoke off to the side- Which the pinky was sure not to inhale. His auntie warned him about bad kids like him. Hot or not....Oh but this guy was so cool. And Shiloh's sweet nature wouldn't allow him to just completely avoid Casey.

"My name?..Oh well.. I'm Shiloh.~" The boy peeped with a little sniffle followed by a cheeky little smile.

"Shiloh? Heh... that's cute." He chuckled a little.

Casey could tell by the boy's sweet nature that he was a virgin, and the only thing he could think about was getting into that tight ass. But he also knew that this kid wasn't gunna give it up easily. But not to worry. Casey had his ways. "Ok, Shiloh. Why don't you and I become friends?" he suggested, innocently enough. And of course the offer made the little Shiloh's smile grow even bigger; completely forgetting about why he was sad at this point. He didn't expect Casey to be this nice let alone talk to him.

"Okay! What's your name? I haven't made any friends here yet!" Shiloh asked excitedly, holding out his hand to Casey to shake. Fingernails painted yellow and pink. "Oh my god, this kid is such a fucking fag. The sex better be amazing." Casey thought once he saw his colorful fingernail polish. But he retained his slick grin, parked his cigarette inbetween his lips, and shook Shiloh's delicate little hand. It was so soft and petite compared to Casey's. After that, the two went about their day-- Well more like, Casey going about his day and Shiloh following behind like a baby duck following it's mommy. And by the end of the day, Shiloh was head over heels for his new friend. Casey was so nice and cool and...Well just plain handsome in the boy's eyes.

The bus ride home after school was quiet as Shi sat crosslegged in his seat. He was the last kid on the bus by the time that they drove by his house up on the hill. There were no more houses further than his till the next town after all. The bus soon came to a stop and he kicked up dirt on his way back up to the front door. Kicking off his silver sparkly converse before stepping foot on the hardwood floor. Shiloh really could'nt shake Casey out of his thoughts as he slugged his way up the stairs and down the hallway to his room.

"Maybe he likes me too.."