Somewhere I read that silence was the loudest cry for help. I’ve been silent for five years, and she is the first person to offer help just by listening to me. I use to pray every night for some one to listen to me, to not ignore what was there all alone. Years I prayed for it and now it comes from a girl I only met six hours ago. I just want to know why she cares about me.

Eyes bugging out and a holy shit expression plastered on Ashley’s face "you talked. You talked to me."

"Why?" I whisper again.

Confused she asks "why what?"

"Why do you care?" Unable to look at those whiskey colored eyes, I focus on my hands in my lap.

"I just do. Spencer, I can’t explain it either because this is new to me too." She takes a moment to put her thoughts together. "In English this morning, I felt you staring at me. Like you where drawn to me or something. The strange thing is I was too. I had to get to know the girl with the ocean blue eyes who seems so sad and lost." Ashley turns to look out her window taking in my house with her eyes before continuing. "I felt we both needed a friend."

"I’m sure you have plenty of other friends" I choke out. Ash’s head shakes no.

"I don’t. After everyone found out, they shunned me. All my friends left." Running a shaky hand through her hair, she relaxes back into her seat.

I look at her to go on. I’ve talked a lot today with her but it’s still hard. She seemed so self-a-surd at school. I guess everyone pretends to be something they’re not.

"I’m gay" She looks away again. I start to say something but she cuts me off. "I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me now. It was just nice to have one for a day."

"Ash…ley" Placing a hand on her arm, it my first time touching some one of my own free will in a long time. "I don’t care that your gay and you’re right. I could use a friend too. " I catch movement in the house out of the corner of my eye, and I know I better get in there quickly. "I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise."