The day finally ended, the students once again running out of the building as if it was on fire. Casey had an option of heading home, but not today. He didn't want to head back there only to be subjected to silence and boredom. Being left alone with his own thoughts made him sad, made him feel even more alone, his mine wandering. He decided to skip the bus ride home, and began walking towards the local park. He thought back to fifth period, how everyone was laughing and whispering about him. He wasn't shy, he just didn't feel like talking in class. He was so close to the answer, but his teacher made it seem as if he was miles off, completely wrong. Her cold, calculating eyes drilling into him, almost daring him to get it wrong. Then making eye contact with Andrew, his violet eyes filled with pity, and sadness, even anger. He hadn't even noticed he was in that class, at least not in till today.

But it was at wrong time, in the worst place. 

He tried to draw himself out of his thoughts, looking around, taking in the city around him as he approached the park. Even though the road had cracks in it, and the sidewalks were slightly uneven, the city was still buzzing with color and life. The building had beautiful graffiti on their sides, giving the original building life and color. Store windows filled with anything you could imagine. The people walking along the crooked sidewalks were just as crooked and different. Their hair filled with bright color, some with piercing, some without; some with booty shorts, some with mini skirts. It was like they were either rejects from London fashion week or the next up and coming model. 

He rounded the corner, approaching the park gates. He enjoyed going their when he wanted to get away from his home, since it was better then school and definitely better then home. Children were running around, having the best time of their life. He walked to a more quieter place, when he noticed a boy sitting where he usually sits. He usually went to this section of the park to think, since it was right next to a pretty large pond, that was surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Where he usually sat was underneath the furthest cherry blossom tree, just a few feet away from the water, where there was no mud. 

He approached the boy, unsure on what he should say or do.

He had taken no more then a few steps when the boy looked up, his eyes wide with shock, only to become a hard glare. Casey was just a shocked to see the boy look up as the boy was to see him. Casey began to take in his appearance, trying to get a clue of what the boy could be like. 

Curly brown hair and blue eyes.

His hair was like creamy dark chocolate...and his eyes were like an ocean filled with stars.

Pale skin covered with freckles.

It was like snow, and if he shined a light on it, it would glisten.

An over sized black sweater with stars on it.

It looked well taken care of, giving the boy sweater paws from it's size. 

Black skinny jeans with rips, and...blue converse.

Nothing about this boy wasn't appealing, but...

Why was here alone, crying in a park, under a cherry blossom tree?

Casey approached the boy, the boy backing away a little bit, watching his every move. Casey must have looked crazy to him, just showing up randomly in a usually empty section of the park. He too hadn't been expecting anyone to randomly be in this place as well, but he just wanted to know what's wrong. He may be a nobody, but he cares about people. He just wanted to help any way that he could. 

He knelt down beside the boy, looking down at the ground, and then raising his gaze back to the person in question, the boy. 

"Hello" Casey said, trying to seem a little less creepy to the boy, by any means possible.

The boy still seemed unsure about Casey, but he relaxed a little bit.

"Hi..." he replied. 

His voice was a little quiet, just above a whisper. His voice was deeper then Casey's, but not louder. It was a little unexpected when the boy replied, since Casey thought the boy was going to ignore him completely. Casey put his old socializing skills to good use, and began to try and talk to the boy.

"My name is Casey, what's your name?" he said, in the most friendly way possible.

"...My name is Kellin, Kellin Johnson" Kellin replied, his body relaxing a little bit more. 

Casey smiled a little bit, seeing the Kellin relax a little more. He wasn't a threat to him in the slightest, and he was just as curious as he was as to why Casey was talking to him. 

He isn't entirely sure himself, but he kept talking anyways.

"That's a nice name, nice to meet you Kellin" Casey replied with a smile.

Kellin chuckled a little bit, leaving Casey a little bit confused.

"it's not that nice of a name, no need to lie to me" he said with a smile.

Casey was even more confused, as to why he didn't think so. 

"What do you mean? Kellin is a great name! At least it's better then Casey, with a 'c'" he replied.

Kellin looked at him as if he was insane, not believing the words that just came out of Casey's mouth. 

"No dude, Kellin sucks. Casey is way better. My mom came up with this name when she was trying to ask for a Kleenex mid sneeze" he replied, with a small hint of sass, his eyes brow raised.

This caused Casey to laugh a little bit, the skeptical boy, tense and slightly scared from before fading away. Covered up with the sassy boy with a sense of humor.

"Dude! Kleenex's are the bomb.com! It's better then the generic name, Casey" he said, throwing in a eye roll and an exaggerated sigh. 

Kellin began to laugh, his eyes closed, crease forming near them due to his laughter. Casey noticed that he had dimples, that showed when he was laughing. His laughter caused him to start laughing too.

It felt good to laugh...

"Did you, did you just say that Kleenex's were the bomb.com?" Kellin said, his laughter dying down a little bit.

"Maybe..." Casey said with a smirk.

This caused them to start laughing all over again. 

Casey's stomach hurt...

But in a good way.