Don't know why

Dylan wasn't sure if he believed Dan or not. It was the same story as the text messages though... people wanted him. Was it really true? He wondered.

Nibbling a little more at his hamburger, he manages a couple more bites. Now being fed, his stomach pains were beginning to feel more like genuine hunger.

He scoffs at Dan's last comment. "Everybody wants you. You're not the one who screws up all the time, runs off and-" He stops short. "...and other stuff." He falls silent again, the battle inside waging self-pity against shame, hurt against anger and pride against loneliness.

"I don't even know why I'm coming back," he mumbles.


Zach lets the swing's momentum slow to a stop, his bright smile widening. He didn't know what Beth was normally like, but just the way she thanked him... he had a feeling that she didn't get out and laugh very often. To think he'd helped her accomplish that today... well... it was a nice warm feeling.

"You can only thank me if I can thank you too," he responds. Stepping down off the swing, he wanders nearer to her, hooking his hands in his jeans pockets. "This has been the most fun I've had since moving here."