He leaned over the bridge, light from the cars below pinpricks of light in the gathering dusk. His hair blew in the light wind, his eyes blinked and he saw a boy standing on the side of the road. He was fair, with pale, aristocratic face and full, red lips. Instantly the boy fell in love, he wanted to get to know this boy intimately. Discarding his earlier plan of self destruction, he made his way as quickly as he could to the lower level, hurrying so he didn't lose sight of the boy.

            ‘I hope he's still there,' the boy thought to himself and continued to run. Turing the corner, he caught a glimpse of light hair among a crowd, and rushed after him, weaving his way through the people. He somehow tripped and fell into the crowd, people tripped over him, and he knew he would see bruises later. He struggled to rise, only to catch sight of the boy, the angel from before, coming towards him, blue eyes wide with concern.

             He felt his face redden, he turned away for a second, when he looked back the boy was looking at him face to face. A smile lit his features, and the boy extended his hand. "You should be more careful."

            The young boy nodded, "I-uh thanks," he felt his face redden once more. The blond boy laughed, a sweet, mocking sound, and took in the appearance of the other boy's clothes, dirty and ripped from living on the street for weeks. "Do you have a home?" The blond asked.

            Will glared at the blue eyed boy and turned to go, filled with shame, when the boy reached out and grabbed Will's wrist and pulled him back; "Hey, I didn't mean to offend you."

            When Will faced the other boy there were tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't need your pity," Will snapped, regretting his words when the other boy flinched; "I... I'm sorry. Maybe we can- trade or something?" The blond boy blinked, "You don't have to have sex with me, if that's what you mean."

            "Um, well, I- uh..." Will trailed off and blushed, "That's not what I meant." Will lied; he lied a lot lately, that's what he had to do to survive in his world.

            The pale boy grinned. "Suure. Wanna come home with me? I can get you some food and stuff. No strings!"

            "Ok, um can I go get my stuff first? Well the things that I have." Will asked.

            "Sure I'll follow you." Another red, hot pang of shame and remorse filled him suddenly, and his stomach twisted, thinking of leading this beautiful boy back to his dirty grotto, to grab his books and a change of clothes... "Let's not go get my things," Will muttered as the boy frowned and dragged him to the side of the street out of harm's way.

            "You sure? I don't mind if we go."

            "Yeah I'm sure." Will silently wished that someone would rescue his books from the filthy pit he used to call ‘home'. Among his small collection of novels were several classics, and a few poems from a dead lover. He would go back and get them later; if this new boy would allow him a permanent place. Will would stay on his best behavior.

            "My name's Julien," the blue eyes boy informed Will before dragging him down the street at a fast pace.

            "Will," Will said and hurried to catch up with Julien; who might just be his new lover.

            "Well Will I'll take you to my place and we can talk about things." Will nodded breathlessly.

           

At Julien's apartment

            It was on the forth floor and the view looked over Times Square. There were two bedrooms, a living area, a kitchen, and one bathroom. "This is where I live. It's not much, but-"

            "Are you kidding? It's wonderful. I-uh mean its better than where I'm from." Will blushed.

            Julien laughed; Will was getting used to this reaction. "You want something to eat, Will?" Julien asked, starting for the kitchen. Will nodded and followed, feeling with one hand his stomach. Julien made and Will ate three sandwiches, a glass of milk, and an orange.

            "When was the last time you ate?"

            "Yesterday."

            "I mean a well fed meal."

            "Oh, um I'm not sure, probably when I was at the orph-" Will stopped suddenly and looked away feeling guilty. Julien looked at him shortly but let it slide. The beautiful boy glanced at the kitchen's stove clock, which read 4:30.

            "My boyfriend will be home soon," Julien supplied, Will looked up at him, surprised. "I said I didn't expect sex," Julien admonished.

            "What's he like?" Will asked.

            "Who? Yuki?"

            Will nodded in assent, wondering if he could curry favor with the boy's- boyfriend. At least this beautiful boy was gay- Will had something to work with.

            "Yuki is wonderful; he's caring and sweet, with a little bad side..." Will wasn't really listening he was thinking about what this Yuki was really like.

            "Is he hot?" Will asked.

            Julien laughed, "Yes."

            Just then the door opened.