Thread: Who? Church/Moon

This was the absolute best time to go out and see the city. The lights were on and looked like stars everywhere, and it was just so warm. Being in the park was nice as well, especially when you could be alone. It was the perfect time to get your thoughts together or just think about your life and what was going on in the world. You could figure out so much when the conditions were as perfect as the ones on a night such as this one. A man entered the park, wearing a grey suit with a leather messenger slung over one shoulder. He had sandy blonde hair and green eyes the color of the new grass in the spring. He had an easy confidence about himself that many people lacked. A few nights a week he found himself walking through the park to get back to his apartment instead of calling a cab. This particular night wasn't any different than any other he'd had, at least not yet. Generally the man ignored others around him, most were couples and the sight of them made him contemplate his own isolation, partially of his own choosing and because the last significant person he'd let into his life had broken something inside of him, not even sure if he'd find another to fill the hole he thought he had. Voices were raised in concern and he turned his attention to them, looking to where the people were looking and pointing before moving further away from the drain pipe. He rolled his eyes and thought they must just be tourists and aren't used to seeing people sleeping there regularly. As he passed by he glanced inside and saw a half naked boy , clearly anything from what he actually expected. Even in the half light he could see that he was covered in blood and might even be currently bleeding from the large gash on his forehead. Something kicked in inside of him and he moved toward the opening slowly, trying to gauge if he would try and attack him or run away. Hey, my name is Jonathan, you can call me Johnny or Jon or whatever you want. What's your name, are you hurt? he asked him softly, people giving him looks as though he was crazy for even speaking to him. They didn't seem to think that it was worth the time or that he'd even get a response from him. Are you hungry? Why don't you come with me and I'll get you something to eat and get you some more clothes, you must be freezing he said, wondering how the boy wasn't dead yet from what he was wearing in this weather. He was glad he'd found him now and that it hadn't gotten terribly cold yet. In a couple more weeks he might've died from hypothermia and no one would have even cared, the homeless die all the time without so much as a mention on the news. He pulled his jacket off and wrapped it around his shoulders when he finally coaxed the boy out. Johnny took him straight into the shower when he got back to his apartment, handing him a towel and showing him where the shampoo and how to work the shower before going and fixing him some food. He couldn't really think of what to make and he didn't have all that much in his fridge so he just ended up making pancakes, assuming that everyone liked them since they were so simple and reminded you of your childhood, not that this boy looked like he was that much out of his own childhood.