Nameless ≫ Jarchie
R E A D ▶︎ I N T R O D U C T I O N
"How did you know it was me you needed to show around?"
"My dad said to look for a good looking boy with bold green eyes and black floppy hair."
"So you think I'm good looking." He said.
Archie stared at him for a split second, his mouth turning up into a slight smirk before letting out a chuckle of bemusement. "Goodbye." He called before rushing down the hallway.
The boy had been nameless for as long as he could remember, which despite being 17 years old, is only five years. He was an odd boy to try and get to know. He talked in absolutes, specifically in old English, barely ate, and the only things he seemed to love was Seattle, books, words, and the rain.
Archie, on the other hand, was the son of Fred Andrews, the nameless boy's social worker. He was adventurous, different, and to the boy's surprise, cute. Archie was probably the first person the boy had ever come across that stared at him with such neutrality as he did regularly.
The boy found that intriguing.
Will an encounter of obvious indifference on the boy's first day at school bud into something more?