"What the hell was that?!" Aiden screamed, rattling every cabinet in the kitchen.

"Aiden don't yell" mom warned.

"How are you going to make someone out of yourself if you can't even sit on a damn table for more than five minutes?! You were supposed to make friends!" mom's warning seemed to be as useful as a comb on a bald person.

"Raiden what happened?" mom asked through the speakerphone. I was deliberately ignoring Aiden.

"I panicked"

"You didn't panic when you were checking out Thomas now did you?"

"Wh-" I cursed inside. I knew he saw me but I was hoping he didn't make anything out of it. I was in deeper shit than I thought and I just hated my life and everything in it.

"What Thomas?" Mom asked through the phone. Honestly, she needs to keep her mind and mouth in the damn country she was in.

"Raiden was checking out one of the guys on my lunch table"

"I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING" great I was being outed against my will. Could anything worse happen?

Piece of advice: whenever you ask yourself that question, something worse will definitely happen. The question left my mouth faster than my ability to hold it out.

I felt my whole body itch.

"Another guy Raiden?! Another one!" Mom sighed. What did she mean another guy? I've never told anyone about him.

"And what the hell do you mean by that?"

"Ugh," mom sighed again; very deep and thorough this time. "I didn't want to do this over the phone"

"Fine then don't. In fact don't do anything at all" I yelled and stormed out of the room and out of the house at once.

There's something liberating; a feeling of being set free whenever you flare out of any place you're in. Your heart pumps harder, your blood runs warmer, and every neuron in your body emits a flash of freedom. My lungs took in the cold breeze of this town's strangely cold weather.

Bottom line is, I ended up on a high ass cliff that had a running river below it, and across of that river in the distance there was a city that had a skyline similar to Seattle's.

The best part was, the sun was setting.

A hue of every colour of the visible spectrum was there.

I was still in my school outfit, and somehow, even in this cold weather, I felt like my skin is hot to the touch. I shed off my jacket and piled it next to me. A pen fell from it, which I picked.

I rolled my sleeves and inspected my arms. They were striped with lines two shades lighter than my slightly tan skin. I passed my hand over them; the ones at the very end near my wrist were faintly redder than the others.

I looked once more at the sunset and then I started writing on my arm.

We're hanging by the threads of the moon

Filling the night with our inner light

Always fighting to shine bright

Which does nothing but ignite

The fire that makes us go out

Just like a sun in the late afternoon.

Something on the far end of my peripheral vision made me turn rapidly to see a figure standing on the edge of the cliff.

Thomas.

He was looking at the sun too, lost in his thoughts.

What could he be thinking about? I thought. I was thinking about what he was thinking; Thinkception.

What could possibly distress him this much? What did he have to think about so hard he drives himself to this cliff? It had me wondering if money really solved problems.

I was here in my school outfit, and he was there in fancy looking clothes.

I was here by feet, and he was there in the Mercedes parked behind him.

But our souls were both here the same way. Both seeking refuge in the waning rays of the sun.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He asked, standing next to me. He walked so silently I didn't even notice he was near me. That or I was so lost in my mind that I didn't see him approach me.

"I guess" I replied, for a moment I forgot about everything happening at home. I forgot that he was mainly the reason mom, Aiden, and I were fighting a few hours ago.

He sat a few inches away from me and said nothing.

I realized my sleeves were still rolled up, so I quickly fixed them so he wouldn't see them. They were private.

"I take it you like poetry?" He said, breaking our reverie. He fucking saw my arm.

"It's none of your business" I dismissed him roughly.

"Can we be civil for just five minutes? What did I ever do to you to make you hate me this much? Hell you don't even re- know who I am"

I hated that he had a point. I didn't want to come off as an awful person but I just been through too much shit and I couldn't just pretend that I was okay when I was very much far away from okay. 'Okay' and I were on different ends of one scale.

He picked up the pen, which I placed by my side next to my jacket and rolled, up his sleeve. His arm was pale and smooth as silk.

He wrote in small letters:

When it's no longer a plain colour,

and she explodes a full spectrum.

When the colours dance on the surface of the water.

When the waves go from wild to steady.

His arm was full and he had no more space to write the rest of a poem I knew too well. It was by the same poet.

"The world becomes nothing but a silhouette." he continued the poem in a steady voice.

"Black against the background painted by none other than her, the sun."

"It's only then when you can write on the sky." We both said at the same time.

"A. D. Summers" He said.

"Yeah"

"I love his poetry"

"I can tell"

I placed the piled up jacket under my head and lay down on the grubby ground, the edges of my feet hanging from the cliff.

Thomas followed suite, and honestly, I was too drained to tell him not to.

"Why can't you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?" Thomas asked and I could tell it was the start of a lame ass joke. But I asked 'Why' either ways.

"Because the P is silent" He said and laughed so hard at his joke that wasn't even funny whatsoever.

"That was so bad" I deadpanned.

"What's the stupidest joke you know?" Thomas asked.

"I am. I am the stupidest joke I know." I said and now it was my turn to laugh because that was the sad truth.

"Stupid jokes are great"

It was then where I felt a little bit less hostile towards him. Not because he was telling silly jokes or anything, but because of his response. He didn't tell me that 'I'm not a stupid joke' or tell me to not say that or even tell me that everything gets better. He just accepted that I'm a stupid joke as it is. He accepted me as I am and embraced it and that's all I wanted for once in my life to happen.

No one trying to change me.

No one trying to tell me I'm not what I am.

I didn't need anyone to tell me I'm going to be okay, I wanted someone to be there when I'm not.