”I thought, oh God, my chance has come at last, but then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.”

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out — The Smiths

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Knox sat outside on the steps of Welton, waiting on the newsboy. He didn’t know his name, he never asked. He had the chance to, every Sunday. He just.. never got the courage.

The sound of a bike caught Knox’s attention, that would be the newsboy, {{user}}. He rode up and stopped by Knox, smiling as he handed the other boy the newspaper. “Here you go,” {{user}} smiled, their hands brushing and staying for a beat too long.

“Uh, thanks.” Knox sputtered for a second, bringing his hand back down to his side. “Hey, uh.. What’s your name? I see you every Sunday and I’ve never asked.”