Uncomfortable
It was of social importance for the residents of Emerald Pastures to have pristine lawns, and Mrs. Jones was not to disappoint. She and Mr. Jones had one of the nicest landscapes on the block and that was not about to change just because her children had become toddlers and were in need of a playground.
With the addition of the play set, she should have also selected to install a more child-friendly fence; alas, she did not think her four-year-old boys would want to climb over the small decorative black fence separating their lawn from their neighbor's. When leaning against it, the highest peak reached the twin's belly buttons, and the pointed ends should have been enough deterrence, but the boys never ceased to amaze.
It was a bright, warm day when Alfred and Matthew were playing in their Zen-garden-turned-sandbox that they spotted another child in their neighborhood. For as long as they have remembered, everyone around them were either really old adults or really young ones with no plans of having children. Therefore, Alfred and Matthew relied on each other for entertainment. It appeared now there would be another child they could include in their schemes.
And there was no mistake that the young boy was to be their new neighbor because he dragged with him a box full of stuffed animals.
Alfred and Matthew scurried the edge of their fence and watched the slightly older boy snap at his parents' attempt of help. He could carry his box, he insisted and continued to drag it along.
"I'm gonna help him, Mattie," the older of the two itched to get closer to the other. This was his first time seeing another kid outside his scheduled play dates and preschool, and he was not going to miss the opportunity to make a new friend, especially one so close.
Therefore, the small blond stepped back, seemed to analyze the small decorative fence, and decide it was safe enough to climb.
And so he did.
Or at least he tried.
He had placed his footing on a stable metal curl and threw his leg over, followed by the other, but then suddenly stopped.
Cyan blue eyes dilated as he felt a tug near his shorts.
Instinctively he knew that if he were to try to step down, the pointed fence would rip his little jeans right off.
Panic began to settle in his stomach as he could feel the strength in his arm diminish. He couldn't stay there forever and the wiggling he had begun to do was only making the matter worse.
"Mattie…," Alfred's voice wavered.
His twin had known it was a bad idea from the start, but never said anything because he knew he would have just been ignored.
"Ho-hold on, I'll get mom!"
"No! Just… just help me!"
Matthew approached his brother and attempted to move the cloth over the pike, but it was too tight around it.
And then Alfred's arms gave out.
He squealed in pain as his pants and underwear were pulled up, giving him a massive wedgie as he sort of hung there. With only support available on his toes and turned away from his brother, the small child felt alone and embarrassed.
He wasn't going to cry until a soft accented voice called out, "Are you all right?"
And the waterworks began.
In front of him stood a cute blond with concerned meadow green eyes, who would likely never want to be friends with Alfred after this.
"But we did become friends," Arthur chuckled at the memory, now ten years later. "I couldn't just leave a hapless little boy about to cry while he was suspended by his pants!"
Alfred removed his hands from his face after being reminded of one of his most embarrassing moments. "Only because you saw my cute butt!"
"I do not understand how that would have won me over," Arthur teasingly pushed Alfred away as they walked towards their homes. "Although it does makes sense as to how easily you shared every bit of personal information with me after that. Let's see: there's your first wet dream, that time you walked in on your parents when you were seven, when we went camping and you and Mattie thought switching underwear was sanitary… You sure know how to make me uncomfortable."
The American teenager wrapped his arm around his best friend's shoulders.
"And it's only the tip of the iceberg, Artie! We've only just begun!"
And I'm back! Sort of... I'll be more active in uploading fanficiton on Tumblr because there will mostly be little blurbs from me, but I will be continuing ALL of my stories this month. November I mean. I will try to update something on this site every weekend. If anyone from years ago still follows me, THANK YOU! If you're new, THANK YOU FOR READING!
