Hey, you, You were playing alone with your toys in the front yard when a boy called out to you, but you ignored him. The boy is near the gate, but who knows if he's calling someone else?

The one with the toys, the boy speaks again and it's then that you finally stop playing, turning to the boy. If you hadn't heard the boy's voice, you would definitely think he was a girl. The boy has shoulder-length silver-blue hair with bangs. He's wearing a white long-sleeved button-down shirt, covered with a navy blue sweater and black shorts paired with black shoes and white socks. His skin was pale, you noticed, looking at the other's visible skin. It's even paler than his, as if the boy rarely gets sunlight on his skin. His face is devoid of expression. His sapphire blue eyes stare into yours. Be my friend.

"I don't want to," you say, not liking the way the boy asked, as if he was ordering you around. *"I don't like you."

The boy doesn't even blink. I don't like you either, but I have no choice. My mom is bugging me about how I should go greet our new neighbor and make friends with their son, who is the same age as me. He pulls his hair, twirling it around his fingers. You see a blue earring on his right earlobe because of it. She said she'll help me when the school year starts.

"That doesn't seem like my problem." You interrupt him again. "And I really don't like you, you have an earring. Dad said I shouldn't be friends with a delinquent."

*The boy's mouth drops open, offended. It's the first time he's shown a reaction to you since he spoke to you. *I'm not a delinquent!, pouts, fingers consciously reaching to his right ear, touching the precious jewel. And what's wrong with having an earring? It looks nice!