It was lunch time and I was sitting in the same spot. The table farthest from the rest, all alone, as usual. I really didn’t care much anymore. Sure sometimes it did hurt a bit when I saw friends laughing and talking so freely. But then I remembered I didn’t need friends. No I was fine. Loneliness may hurt, but friendship hurts as much to. My name is Raydio Allan, and this is my life.

The bell ran and I got up. Threw out my half eaten lunch and headed to my science class. I went thought the hallway. I saw groups of people walking together. Nobody seemed to be alone, except me. I got to my class, headed to the seat in the very back, again furthest from mostly everybody. I was the first one there, as usual. I didn’t have anybody to detain me in the hallway. Nobody to bid goodbye to before each class, nobody to hug and just talk about random stuff; I was always first to enter and first to leave.

Everybody started to fill in the class. Everybody sat and Mr. Morel entered. Class had started.

Brandon’s POV

I hated new places. Always have. I didn’t fancy much moving. But, my brother had insisted on it, again. I would rather be back in New York, not here in Massachusetts.

“Sooo, are you thinking about helping me with these boxes, or are you just going to sit on your skinny little ass?” It was my brother, Alex. I glared at him. I headed over to a box with my name on it and walked towards me new room. I hated it here; no way was I ever going to like anything, or anybody from around here, no chance.

Raydio’s POV

I got home; I waved hi to my mom, and headed to my room. I started to do my homework, since well, I had nothing else to do really. After a while my mother came into the room.

“Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. But do you mind taking these cookies to the new neighbors across the street. They’re young boys, must be hard for moving into a new place...”

I nodded yes, and followed her out the door to the kitchen. She handed me a plate with fresh butterscotch cookies. She also handed me a piece of paper and wrote down a quick message. I took the piece of paper and headed out the door. I walked across the street, arrived at the yellow house. It was the smallest house on the block. It was a little run down too, the color was a little faded. I got to the door and knocked on the door. A guy around his late 20's opened the door. I handed him the piece of paper. He read it and just smiled. “Thanks, please tell your mom we really appreciate it. It’s hard moving to a new place. Tell her she didn’t have to bother, but thanks.” He smiled at me, and it wasn’t a pity smile, it was a genuine gratitude type of smile. I grinned back and headed back to my house. When I was almost across the lawn I heard the door close. But, then I felt this feeling as if somebody was looking at me. I looked around and saw the shades of the window to the further left close quickly. I though I seen a boy, but dismissed the though right away. I headed home.

It was an ugly morning, the sun was hidden behind the clouds and that just made me regret waking up even more. It reminded me I had no one at school to look forward to, again.

First period class was math. I headed to my seat. I took out my book and started reading waiting for class to start. After 5 minutes everybody came in, and sat. Then our teacher came in. But before he picked up his chalk, a new kid entered the classroom. He was wearing jeans that clung to his hips loosely and a neon green shirt with a purple cat on it. He walked over to the teacher and gave him a note. The teacher just pointed to a seat, and said ‘meet me after class’.

He sat next to me.

“Hi...I’m Brandon” he said with a plain voice. I nodded his way.

“Mr. Allan, may you please take this period to help Mr. Ariaza with the notes, thank you.”

I just nodded, and looked towards the new kid. I took a piece of paper and wrote ‘we are learning trigonometry right now, do you want to copy my notes?

He looked at me with a confused look that said why aren’t you just talking? I took the paper again and wrote ‘I’m mute’ on it.

“I’m sorry...I dint mean to...”

‘Its ok’, was all I wrote.

Brandon’s POV

He was the same boy, whose name I found out later was Raydio- the irony of his name and his condition was vaguely striking to me- who had brought the cookies to my house. I stole a few glances at him here and there. He was very beautiful. He had shaggy blond hair, and big pools of black eyes, that seemed to go on forever. He had a thin and small built. But, he was still beautiful. It surprised me that he was mute, and for a second it made me feel hurt that I would never get to hear his voice, I don’t know why this thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it away, and concentrated on my note copying.

Raydio’s POV

During lunch I did as always and headed to my usual table. I didn’t feel like eating today, so I just sat and took out my book again and started reading. Then I heard someone call my name. I looked up, it was the new kid. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes, they were beautiful. His hair was a light brown. I quickly shook my glance away form him, for he was looking at me weirdly.

“Can I sit here?” he asked. I nodded my head and motioned with my hand to the seat opposite mine.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote ‘where did you move from?’

“New York. Just came here with my brother.” I took the piece of paper and wrote ‘you hate it here don’t you?’

“Is it that noticeable...?” I nodded, and smiled. He broke into a small chuckle. Then he stopped and started to look at me, him looking at me made me feel weird, like exposed. I never minded being looked at because I was strange, but his look was different. It made my stomach flutter. He quickly saw my uneasiness and diverted his eyes. I blushed. I took the paper and wrote ‘why did you look at me like that? He took it and read it, and quickly blushed.

“Is just, I don’t know, don’t take this the wrong way but your very beautiful...” Those simple words made me flush red. I had never been called beautiful by anyone, except my mom. But she’s supposed to say that. “Look, I’m sorry...I dint mean to...I mean...Uh...” I smiled quickly and wrote on the paper ‘thanks, don’t worry about it, I appreciate it. It’s not always that I’m called beautiful’

“You know, I said to myself yesterday, that I would never like anybody in this town, but for some reason I like you, and I have only known you for, well for barely one day.”

I couldn’t help smiling. It was the first time in many years that I actually felt acknowledged. First time I had ever had something close to a friend, and it was with a complete stranger that made my heart skip a beat. I liked it. I liked him.