He didn't came to the park for quite a while and I almost forgot about him, until the day I saw him at my school. He was sitting under a tree, nibbling a piece of sandwich.
I walked up to him, he looked up at my approaching footsteps.
"Hey." He smiled, I nodded at his greeting and sat beside him.
"Hey, you changed school or something? I didn't recall you coming to this one."
I stared at him, noticing how his normally wild hair looked just a little bit tamed.
He shrugged, "Just joined recently."
"And you decided to make an impression by sitting alone under a tree at lunch? If that doesn't sound girly, I don't know what does." I said.
He laughed, punching my shoulders, which admittedly hurt a bit.
"Fuck stereotypes,Winter. I am too awesome for that."
I rolled my eyes and pressed my back against the trunk of the tree. We sat there during lunch, regularly.
Some kid made a joke using the century old rhyme of, "Jack and Winter, sitting under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g..." The rest which I don't want to complete. It was just a pain in ass, but who care what anyone think?
Fuck stereotypes.
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Half eaten apple
Short StoryIn which two boys bond over a half eaten fruit. Winter Timberlake met Jack Watson in 6th Grade when the latter asked for a half eaten apple from him. [BxB]
