Golden (rewrite)

38

"This is Featherstreet High now?" You asked as you ogle at the dilapidated building. It seems to be abandoned.

Lanette nodded as he sat on the swing.

"I miss those days." He whispered to himself. "They were caught up in a scandal relating to fraud a few years back. They had no choice to but to shut down as it became incredibly unpopular." He continued.

You look around, there are no one around. It's so empty, so quiet and so cold.

"Where are your fans? Don't they wanna go to places that had golden touch?" You asked Lanette as he gently sway back and forth.

"Apparently my 'scent' isn't here anymore for those obscene creatures to... pleasure themselves with." He shudder.

"Well, the university that I went to is now flooded with them." The long haired male tucked a strand behind his ear and sighed.

"They're just there to... sniff whatever residue they claimed I left. Ugh, animals." He shook his head.

You nodded and looked around. This place is so empty, why? You remembered that his old apartment was nearby, shouldn't there be at least tenants from that building walking around?

"Why did you bring me here again?" You asked Lanette, he woke you up early morning to come here, you only had two hours of sleep today.

He lets out a sad chuckle.

"A few reasons, actually." He mumbled as he swung back and forth.

"You wanted to play on the swing?" You asked, which earned a small laugh from him.

"Um, yes. That too. Come, join me, there is a free slot next to mine." You hesitated for a bit before walking to the vacant swing.

You squat down and held onto the rusty chains tightly. Lanette tilted his head to the side.

"What's wrong?" He cooed. Your rear isn't even touching the seat, it's hovering one inch above it.

"I have really bad luck with these and I have a gut feeling that it's gonna snap or something." You mumbled. Lanette rolled his eyes and halted his swinging.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm much heavier than you are— look, did my swing 'betray' me?" He giggled.

You pursed your lips and slowly sat down.

"Huh— I guess you're—"

KRAK!
THUD!

The rusty chains actually snapped and made you fall to the ground. Lanette shot up from his seat and rushed to you.

"—wrong."

"(Y/n)! Are there any cuts? Did you hit your head?!" He asked frantically as he inspects your face and body. You swat his hands away.

"No, everything is peachy. Can we go now?" You asked as you grunted, pushing yourself up before dusting yourself off.

"Oh, (y/n). I'm sorry, I didn't know—"

"Yeah, I get it. Shit happens. Can we go now?" You repeated. He frowned.

Lanette came here in hopes of bringing back good old memories to you. He wanted to laugh with you, chat with you about the past, share what happened during those last decade...