Title: When He Talked
Word Count: 259
Pairing/Characters: Barkovitch/Baker
Summary: He enjoyed the silence, because when he talked he always ruined things.
He hated this. He hated this. He'd sworn to himself he wasn't going to get attached to any of them. He'd use his best 'make them hate you' skills. God knows he had plenty of those.
He knew that the other boy probably hated him. At first, he'd loved that – kind of. Of course, he was reminded of his first day of high school – a fresh start. Just one of many fresh starts that he'd ruined.
But the other boy – number three, Arthur Baker. Handsome wasn't a word you'd use to describe this boy; no, beautiful was more like it. He had the barest hint of a lovely Southern accent…
To put it in simpler terms, every aspect of Baker was attractive. Barkovitch suspected that literally every aspect of the larger boy was attractive. Every aspect.
It was night now, and kind of cold. Barkovitch hugged his jacket tighter around his small frame, feeling a bit of smugness as he watched the boy walking a few feet
(even right now his feet were hurting, he shouldn't use that word)
in front of him shiver.
Baker was halfway dozing, walking beside a boy Barkovitch thought was Abraham, number two. But he wasn't quite sure. He crossed his fingers for it to not be McVries and fell into pace beside Baker. It was silent, but Barkovitch was fine with that. He was completely fine with that He fucked things up when he talked, so a little silence was nice.
He felt like he could walk like that, beside Arthur Baker, forever.
Uh… yeah.
I'm not sure where I got this from.
But. Um. I was in a major Long Walk mood last night – I was actually liveblogging it on my Tumblr - and then this idea decided to show up, so I wrote it down and now I'm posting it.