Cinnamon Roll (bxb)

Plastic Playland

And so there it was. I was the first to arrive. I edged closer and closer to the gate around the old abandoned park, and everything familiar to me became clearer. The swings that bared an awful shriek when you swang on them, the red slide that had been diluted into an awful rusty color from so many years in the sun, and my personal favorite: the playset.

Although small, it provided many opportunities. We had engravings in the crawling space, our names and stupid drawings carved into the plastic. There was a small fireman's pole. Not that I could slide down it; it was much too short, and I could land my feet on the ground almost instantly if I used it. There were small slides scattered among it, mostly just used as seats for my friends and I. I'd always preferred the stairs to the tallest, though. My ass seemed to freeze every time I sat there, but I always gravitated towards it.

It was convenient, just close enough for everyone to walk here. No car needed. It was slightly hidden, too, meaning we shared the spot with only each other. In my opinion, it was perfect. I even dared to come here alone, when my thoughts seemed to overflow in my head and fall out of my ears. That was only in dire circumstances, though.

Not soon enough, I was sitting next to D-Pop, everyone else progressively making their ways out of the shadows. Everyone stood, a calming silence ran over our heads.

Someone always had to break the silence.

Enthusiastic as ever, D-Pop began one of his rants. "Why we gotta come to this same old spot every single day? Don't we know somewhere else that isn't so gloomy?"

Tea chimed in rather quickly, her high-pitched voice standing out amongst the astounding amount of testosterone within our group. "Pop, you should know why. This place is isolated, abandoned. It makes the perfect place for us to meet up! Or would you rather go to a park filled with all the three year olds?" Without a response from D-Pop, she continued, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

As you can see, Tea is the voice of reason within the group. "I'm right, ain't I, Sin?" Don't pull me into this, I'm still getting over the fact that you called me Sin again.

"I mean, yeah. I like the spot."

Before anyone could contest what I said, Opa and Dee made their ways over to the playset that all of us had unintentionally made our ways towards, landing our butts on our typical seats. Opa and Dee were already messing around with each other, you could make it out in the distance. They were cousins, and surprisingly they never got sick of each other even though they lived in the same house, and were with each other basically 24/7. Then again, nothing came easy to them. Not money, not school, not anything. Well, other than their family bonds.

Dee and Opa neared Tea, who resided on the very last step of the playset. Everyone seemed to love Tea, and she was most definitely gorgeous, not to mention smart. In the top of her classes, Tea had brown wavy locks, the clearest and smoothest caramel skin, and a pair of green eyes that would make your heart go pitter-patter.

Well, it would make most people's. I seem immune to the charm. I always figured I was just into dumb blondes or something, but recently I've been questioning if I'm just strictly asexual.

Zoning back into life, I noticed Opa hitting on Tea. Not surprising. D-Pop was pulling a white knight moment, obviously trying to win Tea's heart in an alternate way. Then there was Dee, and I. Like the oh-so amazing friend I am, I said absolutely nothing to ease the silence. Dee and I seemed to silently agree that this is what we were gonna do.

The silence was lulled with the shouting between D-Pop, Tea, and Opa, or rather loud talking. Dee and I would share awkward glances. Dee always had an appealing feature that, despite being a suspiciously quiet person, attracted people to him. He seemed mundane at first glance, another mixed kid with dark brown eyes and curly black hair. Look a little harder, and you'll notice half of his left eye was a light blue color.

"I don't like it, it gives me too much attention. I just want to get through the day unnoticed."

That's what he claimed. I didn't understand. Heterochromia was rare and an enticing feature. It always made you do a double take, but Dee was rather...unique.

After centuries of silence, Dee would speak up. "Where's Quavo at?"

This question made me look around in all directions. I hadn't noticed Quavo didn't show up. Actually, it had become a reoccurring theme for Quavo to disappear for weeks and come back without a word, like he didn't owe us explanations. If he wanted to play that game, I would play it too. No one else in the group thought this way.

"Don't know, have you texted him?"

Dee would shake his head, staring into the distance.

"Well, I'm sure he's alright. You know how he is." Quavo had always been pretty flakey, searching for any fun that could be had. Partying as much as he could, making trouble wherever he could. Apparently Tea caught him stealing from a store once. He was an interesting guy, that was for sure.

Everyone else's heads would turn towards Dee and I, like one of us suddenly shouted 'Penis' as loud as we could. We didn't. Only Opa would do something as stupid as that.

"We should go to the tracks," D-Pop would suggest.

Opa's eyes would light up as Tea's eyes would suddenly darken.

"Oh, absolutely. I'll bring the spray paint," Opa would chime in.

"You guys, that's fucking illegal. I know Quavo is used to doing illegal shit, but I'm not." Why was Tea always lecturing us? Like she was some Mother. Well, a Mother unlike my own. "Actually, where is Quavo?"

No one would speak up, simply waiting for someone to answer.

"Guess that answers that question," Opa would joke, snorting.

"Guess it does," Tea responded.

"So, it's a plan then, right? We're going to the tracks?"

A yeah, yep, sure, and nod would be heard. I guess I finally had some plans, and fun plans at that.