Caden's P.O.V.
I never thought the nerdy little boy that I save everyday from a locker would be the only one I want to comfort me right now. It's getting dark out, we must have been sitting here in each other's for hours. I stopped crying awhile ago, and eventually my body stopped shaking. I just laid in his skinny arms until my thoughts started recollecting themselves. I remember running into school, and then into Caden. I knew I was drawing so much attention, but it's not like I should care. Almost my whole world is crashing; at least I have Simon, I hope. I'm surprised at how much it's effecting me since I didn't really connect with my mother.
"Caden?" I looked up from my spot on the bench- I was mostly laying on Simon."Are you okay?"
"Yeah. But, it can only get worse. She'll only get worse. Life has only gotten worse these past few weeks." Simon looked almost hurt. "Simon, no. I didn't mean that you made anything worse. None of this is going to effect what I think- know- I feel for you. Okay?"
"Okay, Caden, this is probably a terrible time to ask but, uh."
"What is it?"
"Will, will you.."
"Come on, just spit it out!" I wiped some dried tears on my sleeve.
"Will you go out with me?" He scrunched up hep is eyes and turned his face away.
"Simon, I-"
"No, it's okay." He turned to look at me again, tears threatening to spill again. "It's a bad time to ask I m sorry. We should go it's getting late, and I bet your parents are worried. And it's not like my mom cares. And I think I'll just walk home." He stood up and took off running.
The poor thing. He was so nervous he didn't even let me answer, but what do I want to answer?
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