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FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
I walked to the swing sets.
Both hands held by others.
On my left was my best friend Marcel.
His green eyes noticeable through the thick frames of his glasses. His hair slicked back with pounds of hair gel. He had his white striped shirt tucked inside his pants and dress shoes clung to his feet.
I smiled at Marcel.
One of the nicest boys a person will ever meet.
My eyes then traveled to my right where Marcel's older brother Harry stood. Fingers laced with mine. His hair flopped over his head. A baggy shirt drowned his figure as he wore skinny jeans and torn up sneakers.
To say Harry was a nice guy....not so sure about that.
He can be very.....difficult sometimes......
He reminds me of a sour patch kid....
Sour...then sweet.
But that's what makes these boys so unique.
How they're so different from each other.
I like to refer to them as Tattooed Buttons.
Tattooed because I feel Harry would be the first to get a tattoo and Buttons because it's simply Marcel's favorite word.
As for me, my long brown hair flew from side to side as I walked. A pink dress hugged my figure, my feet covered in pink, flowery flats.
People call me Dylan....because it's my name, Dylan Monroe.
The three of us made it to the swings.
Me sitting down first, followed by the twin brothers.
"Do you think we'll be friends forever?" Marcel suddenly asked as we continued holding hands.
"Of course we will", my three year old voice cried out. "We're the three musketeers remember?" I reminded.
Harry nodded in agreement.
"Unfortunately I'll be with you forever Marcel, but for sure I'll always be Dylan's friend" Harry grinned.
I rolled my eyes and huffed.
"What's wrong sweet thang?" Harry flirted.
"You're mean" I pouted.
"Am I?" He argued, suddenly taking out three ring pops from his pocket.
He handed one to Marcel, then plopped one into my hand.
"To being the three musketeers" Harry cheered, sticking his ring pop into the air.
Marcel and I touched ours with his before sticking them into our mouth.
"I love you guys" I smiled.
"I love you more" Marcel and Harry said at the same time.
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Tattooed Buttons
Fanfiction"Who is it?" I questioned. "I...I can't..." "Just tell me." "No." "Why?" "It...I just don't want to say okay? If she finds out, she'll think I'm a loser" he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well you don't know that for sure....j...
