"what's your name?" the freckled boy asked trying to make conversation.
"calloway."
"calloway," the boy repeated letting his name roll of his tongue "that's pretty, it's suits you."
he blushed.
the boy smiled at calloway again.
YOU ARE READING
ONLY FRIEND
General Fictiontwo kids who were in love with bright red, while everyone else's souls were covered in black. h.r. #175 in general fiction
