consequences of winning

part four

"It's just a bruise Mom. It's been a lot worse remember. There was the time I had a split lip, the stitches I nee-" Damon cut his explanation short as he realised

a) the complete silence

b) that it wasn't just his family around the table.

"Kida, how about you, Jet and Damon go to that park for a bit." Mom smiles slightly trying to cover her shock to Damon's bruise.

"Sure thing. I'll just get a warmer top and shoes." I smile reassuringly back at her and I can hear her sigh of relief. I walk carefully but quickly up to my room. I decide on a nice and warm knitted lose sweater, my black snoode and my red all star converse. I check my hair and smile.

Looking good Kida

I'm not vain or self obsessed but I do like when I look good and I complement myself on it as a little pick-me-up.

I nearly jump out of my skin when there's a knock on my window. I walk over to it carefully, fully a wear it could be a murderer.

A murderer wouldn't knock dumbass.

I push the widow up and tug on the blind strings.

"About time." Jet sings as she steps through my widow into my room.

"Nice room." I can tell it's Damon from the huskiness of his voice and my heart flutters slightly.

"T-thanks." I mumble as I shut my window and blinds followed by my curtains.

"Let's go already." Jet sighs impatiently. She's wearing her dark blue jeans, a big grey knitted sweater and her black hair was pulled back into a fishtail braid. Damon hadn't changed and still wore is black jeans with a big dark blue hoodie under his varsity jacket. Not that I wasn't allowed to think he's attractive but I didn't want to ruin the possible friendship with Jet you know the saying 'sisters before Misters' yeah I was applying that logic to this.

Idiot. I told my self you are an idiot.

We made it out of the house with no fuss and crossed the road to the park. There's a playground that covers a third of the large area that's sheltered by trees and some material like ceiling so most of it was dry, it also had a cushiony ground that had a rubber turf over it. I loved the swings, sure the ones hanging from the metal frame are nice and fun but the best ones are the ones in the trees. Jet makes a bee line for the ordinary swings as I follow. Damon keeping pace with me.

"Last one to the swings is a rotten egg." I chant sprinting to the swings, passing Jet and sitting on a swing in the middle.

"No fair you cheated." Jet accuses childishly as Damon passes her laughing.

He's got a great laugh

You don't even know him Kida. He takes the other middle seat next to me and we laugh at a very immature looking Jet who's starting a tiny teenage tantrum. She makes it to a swing on my other side and sighs dramatically, reminding me of Brittany at work.

"Let's play twenty questions" Jet squeals excitedly. Knowing Jet even for a few hours I had figured out that she would always get her way in the end and it's just easier to give in.

"Fine." I mumble. Damon seems to be in his own little world as he twist in his swing, kicking and the ground.

"How old are you?"

"17" I answer.

"Me too! Damon's 19 going through 'the world hates me' phase."

Damon snorts and I giggle.

"Favorite colour?" Jet asks.

"Red. Definitely red." I reply

"Cool. Mines yellow. Damon's blue."

Jet babbling is actually more entertaining then annoying.

"Birthday?"

"New Years Day 2:04 exactly." I smile. "On my sixteenth we went to see the ball drop and I got to have cake and ice cream at two am."

"You're so lucky. Mines a week before easter. Damon's a month after Valentine's day."

"Right next question." I smile at how animated Jet is. This is fun.

"Who are they?" Jet sticks her arm out pointing to a small group of people walking through the park. I'd know them anywhere.

"We should go." Damon stands and commands he sounds on edge and if I didn't know the people now walking towards us I'd act the same way.

"It's fine I know them." I shrug walking past an awkwardly protective Damon.

As the closer I hear them call out my nickname.

"Lil' Sis?!"

"Hey Lil'."

I smile and walk towards them.

"Hey guys what ya up to?" I ask them.

"Oh you know, no good." Brittany laughs.

"Who are they?" I very shy voice whispers to her brother and I just hear her panic.