Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

nightlife. Said before he’s not stupid. He shimmies up the
wrought iron gates and I’m surprised to see such grace in
a teenage body. Wonder what else he’s hiding from his
friends? I could climb the gates after him or even pick the
lock, but a little twist of metal is so much more satisfying.
He’s sitting back on the postcard bench. Funny how it’s
got a name now - in my head anyway. Obviously a
favourite thinking spot. Not sure if I like the idea of him
coming here on his own. White hats are supposed to
stick together, sing school songs and the like. He
shouldn’t be here, sitting on his tod. Right little nobby
no-mates. And the worst thing is, they drove him here.
I saunter over to him and stand, lighting up and taking
the air. He’s got his back to me, sitting sideways on the
bench, legs up, hugging his knees like they’re the only
thing keeping him grounded. He stiffens slightly as I
approach and then settles again. I guess he knew it was
me or else he’s got a serious death wish. I’m so close I
could touch his shoulder, run my fingers through his hair,
break his neck. But he doesn’t even budge. Balls of steel,
this one. I shift round in front of him, holding his gaze for
a moment, ‘til he drops his eyes back towards his knees.
Right, now we’ve re-established the order of things I can
take my time, maybe push things along a bit. I fish