"Hey."

The white-haired boy sitting on the bench looked up, seemed to be almost chocked, judging by the size of his eyes.

“Hi."

Jake smiled. “Strangers never say hello to you?"

“Well… Happens sometimes."

“Aha." Jake sat down beside him on the bench and crossed his arms over his chest. He actually had no idea why he did this, but it didn’t really hurt to talk with strangers, so… why not. This stranger had somehow caught his interest,and he wouldn’t want to let this moment pass. He was pretty sure he hadn’t seen him before. As long as the boy didn’t punch him in the face or thought he was scary and walked away it should go just fine. He hoped. It was hard to believe that the boy would punch him, though. He seemed innocent and sweet, almost like a child, even though he had to be around Jake’s own age.

“So, what’s your name?" Jake asked when it had been a little bit too quiet a little bit too long.

“Set", the white-haired said quietly, almost as if he was scared or nervous.The word ‘cute’ popped up in Jakes mind.

“I’m Jake", he said and soon forgot about the cute-thing as he instead thought of the boys’ name. Could he be..? “Are you the Hargreaves’ son?" he asked, warily.

“Yes, I am." The white-haired let out a sigh. It seemed like he was embarrassed about confessing it. Jake took a big chunk of his own tongue and bit it. Damn, he hadn’t recognized him at all. He hadn’t seen him before so it wasn’t that weird, but 'everyone in this part of London should know who the Hargreaves are and what they look like’ or something like that. Common knowledge, apparently. Not that he cared that much about lords and ladies, but now when he met one of them, it was pretty embarrassing not to know.

“I’m sorry", Jake said and scratched his neck. “Didn’t realize it was you."

“Oh… never mind that."

“ Never mind what?"

“That you should recognize me. People recognize me only because of my known family, not for who I am. They don’t even know anything about me, so they shouldn’t pretend like they do", the white-haired said sourly, then he seemed embarrassed again, like he’d said something he shouldn’t. “I’m sorry", he added a few seconds later and shifted his gaze down to his hands. Jake slowly raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t have to say that", he said in a low voice.

“I shouldn’t speak like that…"

“Who says you shouldn’t?"

“Well, no one, I guess. I usually don’t speak like that", he mumbled. “But my parents would kill me if they heard what I just said."

Jake looked around. The park was as empty as it had been when he first came here. It was just the two of them, and maybe some doves in a tree somewhere. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Doesn’t seem like they’re around", he said in an easy tone. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw that Set had trouble fighting one himself.

“Lucky me." The boy carefully ran his fingers through his snow white fringe.“But it’s not right being angry at people just trying to be polite, they’re just saying ‘How are you today, young Mr. Hargreaves?’ or something else just as briskly. It’s just that… I’ve heard it so many times, and I would actually want to be treated like a normal person, because that’s what I am." His chest heaved when he sighed. “God, I’m sorry. I’m just blurting out weird things like this to a stranger."

“It’s ok", Jake said. “I would have felt the same way." He had thought about it many times, how hard it would be to be involuntary famous. If you wanted to get famous for your music, like he had imagined sometimes, at least you had a choice.

“You would?" Set asked quietly, looking at Jake with big brown eyes. Jake tried to not reach out a hand and give him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Definitely."

“Oh." Set smiled, but as his thoughts seemed to trail away the smile faded again. “Everyone’s just telling me to be more proud of being a Hargreaves’ child…"

“Who’s everyone?"

“Mom, dad. Teachers. Other relatives."

“But their opinion doesn’t really count in this case… don’t you think?"

“I guess you’re right."

“What does your friends say?"

“I don’t have that many friends…" Set smiled softly, looking up at him again.

“Oh", it was Jakes turn to say this time. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked.“Sorry."

“It’s ok." Set span a fringe from the scarf around his finger. “It’s not like I’m depressed or anything. I have one friend, who’s amazing, and that’s what counts."

“Same here." Jake smiled once again, couldn’t simply resist doing it. He liked this kid, the way he saw things and the way he apologized for being impolite, like a proper gentleman. Because, that’s what he was, after all. A gentleman, and a Hargreaves’ child.

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Om ni ser något grammatikfel eller om dayviews har fuckat upp texten någonstans så säg gärna till, är inte hundra på att jag gjort rätt överallt, men försöker bli bättre på att skriva på engelska :3 Jake och Set som träffas första gången, varsågod. Kommer nog fortsätta på den någon dag också, hoho.

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October 2013