Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

15

I stood from my chair and ran outside to see the bad boy up against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

He puts the bud between his lips, drew in the toxins of the lit cigarette, and puffed out a cloud of thick smoke.

I didn't think my lings couldn't even take it because it even looked the daisies in the small yet expensive looking pot were being to fall over because of the thick exhaustion.

I storm over to Tristan.

"I want my phone."

He looks at me clueless for a moment then took another draw from his cigarette.

He puffed the smoke in my face, leaving me to swat away the toxins.

He throws the cigarette on the ground, pushes his hair back and walks off.

"I don't know anything about a phone." He says simply, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You're lying!" I say, catching up with him.

"And why would I lie to you." He stops, turns on his heel and looks at me.

He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, telling me he knew something.

"You always lie."

"And how is that?" He says, stepping closer to me.

I step away from him, my back hitting the wall.

"You just do."

"So you're saying I'm lying to you now?"

"That's correct."

"Well you were right." He says, pulling my phone out of his pocket.

A sheepish yet evil grin spreads across his face.

I reach for my phone and in instant it were gone.

I huff.

"Give me my phone Tristan."

"Nope."

"Please Tristan."

"Awe, you're cute when you beg. Now call me daddy and give me a kiss." He says, getting closer to me.

I blush, pushing myself more up against the wall.

"N-No." I stutter, pushing his chest gently.

"Looks like you're not getting your phone. I can probably just go throw it in the lake now."

I gasp.

"You wouldn't."

"I would. Or maybe I'll just sell it." He says, that signature glint appearing again.

"Okay fine."

"Fine what?" He cuffs his hand behind his ear.

I huff then mumble.

"Dad."

"Close enough." He then lifts my chin and pecks my lips, making fireworks explode just for a moment.

My mouth hangs open, my shock not fading one bit.

He pulls away then smiles at me before putting my phone into my hand.

He then walks off towards his car and follow like a lost puppy I kinda am.

~
We nearly drove almost all over town before we pull up to a huge park.

It were three and the sun were going down.

I guess one little kiss didn't affect me much because I were still pissed.

Osvaldo hops out the car and strolled over to my side and opened the door.

He offers me his hand but I don't take it.

Instead I get out by myself, pushing pass his long figure.

"Okay then stubborn." He mumbles.

"Why are we here and not at school?"

"I'm not done."

I look up at him and he looks right back at me.

"Fine, whatever."

I huff again for almost the tenth time today.

I look at the playground, memories flooding back to me from when I were a kid.

"This is my childhood playground." Osvaldo states.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I want you to know at least one good thing about me before you think about all the bad."

I didn't bother telling him that this were my childhood playground too.

I figured he didn't need to know that.

He touches the small of my back, making butterflies erupt before guiding me towards the sidewalk that spread all around the playground.

The autumn leaves swirled around on the ground gently, creating a soft rattle.

The sun set nearly on the horizon as we strolled.

"As a kid, I use to come to this playground a lot. My mother said it were to burn off the extra energy I had. I couldn't say I weren't a good kid when I were little. Some where near it. I use to push kids off the slides and Spin them on the swings until they fell off. I called them names and much more."

"So you were basically the playground bully?"

He gives a short nod.

"But one day, I saw a girl named Lacey. Her long blonde hair were pulled up into two pigtails and he smile were almost the brightest on the playground. She only came on Sundays with her mom and Saturdays with her dad."

"So she were your crush?"

I never knew he had feelings for anyone besides himself.

"I didn't know why, but I bullied her the most. The more hell I gave her, the more kindness she gave me. I would push her off the swings and everything else. She only got up, brushed herself off and smiled at me. I never understood her and that aggravated me. So I bullied her more.

"So one Saturday she didn't come. I looked and looked for her dad's black BMW but the it hadn't come. The next day I were so pissed off. She got on the monkey bars and I knew she wouldn't stay up long because she never did. I pushed her off and she fell the wrong way and broke her arm. That may have been the first time I ever seen her cry. It nearly broke my heart.

"She hadn't come back for two whole weekends. I waited patiently. Then finally..."

He sits on a bench near the playground and looks at the monkey bars.

I sit next to him, suddenly interested in his story.

"...She came to me, a cast around her arm and a smile brighter than before. She told me, that whatever happens I don't stop being me. And with that.. She were gone forever. What I hadn't known was that she lost her father that same week I pushed her from the monkey bars. Her father taken away from a car wreck. I never understood what she meant by what she said, but that influenced me to stay me."

Oh... So that's why he's the way he is.

He looks at the playground a bit longer.

"So where do you think she went?"

"I honestly don't know. What I do know is that she's probably some place far away from me. A better place."

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Baby Osvaldo were a little munchkin lmao

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