Paper Yoyo
"Dave look!" An overly excited fifteen year old pulled his boyfriend's hand over to a small little spot filled with old fashioned kids toys. Old fashioned in the sense that the two played with them as kids. John's bright eyes shimmered as he stared at the boxes full of memories.
"Fuck John, what could you possibly want here? We aren't 5," Dave said. He examined dinosaur figures, light up yoyos, silly putty, and other trinkets through shaded eyes. This was so unironic he thought he might explode. John let go of the taller boy's hand to pick up a paper yoyo.
"This. Oh my god, these are the best," he said excitedly. Dave looked at the paper yoyo questioningly. That's when a certain memory came into his head.
Boop.
John snapped his wrist, releasing the wrapped paper towards Dave, successfully landing a hit on his chest. Now it was no longer a memory.
"Jooooooooohn," Dave groaned. "That's fucking annoying."
John giggled, hitting Dave a couple more times with the paper yoyo. "Come on Dave, have a little fun!" He smiled a derpy smile that the cool kid couldn't deny it wasn't cute.
"Whatever Egderp, I'm outta here," he said, rolling his eyes and shoving his hands in his pocket. Turning around he walked back down the aisle with swag of course.
Boop.
A successful hit to the back. Slowly he turned around to face John, barely centimeters from where he had originally been standing. Fucking great, this thing could reach a long distance. Tipping his aviators down, he glared at his giggling boyfriend.
"I'm buying it!" John proclaimed happily.
"Jesus fuck," Dave muttered. "You'd better be fucking glad I love you, John; but if that stupidass yoyo breaks don't say I didn't warn you."