The boy lays out under the clear, star lit sky. His long, lanky legs crossed at the ankles, with his arms supporting the back of his growing, curly locks. He watches the beaming stars shine and glimmer and wishes for a way to reach them one day.
Maybe if he gave his studies a hard enough effort, he'd grow to be an astronaut and one day he'd make his way to the moon. His dreams of working out the universe, becoming a star amongst stars, are so big.
But, he figures, he's got enough time. Enough time to think about growing up, but for now he mindlessly strums the out of tune chords of his hand-me-down guitar, playing for the twinkling lights of the night sky.
He stops suddenly. Surely, he's not just hearing things. There's somebody out there, rustling their way through the trees.
"Who goes there?," His voice wavers, though he tries with all his might to sound like a tough guy.
He starts to get worried as he thinks to himself. He should have never snuck out of the dorm rooms, but he's had it up to here with the nightly rough housing from bullies who pick on him for being a "tall, skinny weirdo".
"Who is it?," He bellows, now standing to his feet with his guitar ready to use as a weapon. His father said they'd work together to make the most spectacular guitar...one day...
"Come out now, don't be a coward!,"
He lets out a deep breathe when the figure walking out from the forest is only a boy, about the same size as he. He squints his eyes to the darkness, only able to see the silhouette of the boy.
As the two youngins walk toward one another, it's clear to Brian that the mystery lad's sniffles are too hard for him to stop. They halt, just a couple of spaces between them, staring one another down.
He can see the fear in the boys watering eyes as he rushes to brush the tears away from his streaked face. He seems like a foreigner— his skin is tan, he has small brown eyes and his teeth are so huge that they overlap his bottom lip, seemingly taking over every other feature of his small face. Maybe he's lost, the first boy thought.
"Hey...hey..," he coos in a soothing tone as the crying boy begins to breathe heavily. "It's alright...I won't hurt you..did the..did the other boys do something?,"
The sobbing boy just nodded his head, pressing his lips together firmly. "Do they tease you, t-too?," He asks, finally letting his soft, high pitched voice he heard.
The tall boy sighs, before taking his spot again on the grass. "Yeah...they call me names because I'm so tall and skinny. They make fun of me for saving the squirrel from the rain, too. They say my hair could hide a family of squirrels," he chuckles to himself, shaking his head as the other boy starts to calm down and sits next to him.
"I'm Brian, by the way. Brian May...I've never seen you around before...," Brian comments. The two boys not meeting one another's eyes. Just a socially rejected duo, talking through the night.
"I only just moved here. My family sent me away for a long time, but we moved to England together now. My names-,"
"Hey! Brian! Why didn't you tell me we were having a hang out tonight? And who's this kid— hey kid, what's the matter with your teeth-,"
"ROGER!!," Another small boy hisses to shut the first one up as the two of them join the group.
"Sorry about him...You're Frook, aren't ya? I have you in my biology class," The soft-spoken boy extends his hand. "I'm John Richard Deacon— and this here is Roger,"
"P-pleased to meet you, darlings— I- Uh, I mean-,"
"Pppfffft!," Roger spits as he begins to cackle. "Did you just call us 'darlings'? We're boys!,"
