Rhys x Pierce

Silverpine always felt like it existed in its own pocket universe. No one came or went. The radios are always playing Pearl Jam and Nirvana. Grandfathers and fathers would always be sitting on their porches, a cigarette hanging out of their mouths, beer bottles in hand, waving at each neighbor as they passed in their cars. Rhys grew comfortable with the silence and secluded nature of Silverpine. It was predictable, it was safe. He knew every crack in the sidewalk on Main Street, every vendor at the Saturday morning farmer’s market, and exactly how long the silence would stretch in the school hallways before someone’s laugh would break it. So that day when the new kid walked into second-period math, nearly a week into the second semester of their senior year, everything stopped. Rhys watched as this new guy walked into class. Rhys noticed how different this guy looked compared to the others in his class. He was tall, likely taller than Rhys. This man was different, and Rhys, along with the rest of the class, was intrigued to say the least.