Oona POV:
His head was on my lap and I was playing with his hair. We didn't say anything, but that was enough for me.
"Oona?" he called.
I looked at him waited for him to speak.
"I've liked you for a long time. First day of school was when it started."
"Why me?" I asked.
"Because you were different. Because I had a feeling that you were like me."
I smiled and laughed. After a moment I said, "That definitely wasn't the first time you called me beautiful."
"I know. . . And that wasn't accidentally." he said.
I smiled and then sighed, for I knew the next thing I would do would be risky.
"Tell me about your parents." I said.
He was quiet for about a minute.
"My parents don't ever talk to me and if they did, I probably don't remember. Even though they don't talk to me, when I was younger, they would take care of me and teach me without words. But then they stopped when I started growing older. They're okay talking with talking to other people but with me, they don't." he said.
"Did you ever try talking to them?" I asked.
"Once, but it didn't end so well." he sighed. "I tried talking to my mom, but she ended up crying and locking herself in a room."
After a moment of silence, I sighed and said, "Nonny, come over to my house after school okay?"
He stood up and and pulled me up.
"Let's go. It's probably 4th period." he said.
We walked out together, his arm wrapped around my shoulder.