Friends
The swing was way too small for me. I could barely as I settled into it. Still, I pushed myself back, picking my feet up so swung just a little. It was sort of comforting, I guess. Childhood memories and all that.
The park was deserted; why shouldn't it be? The city was planning on shutting it down, and it was falling apart anyway. I was alone, probably the only one who cared if this park was gone in the first place.
I scoffed at my own thoughts. Shane Grey, caring? About something other than himself? Yeah. Okay. Shane stood alone.
Alone.
But that's okay. I've think I've always been alone. I convinced myself a long time ago it was the best things. Why get close to people? You'll only be hurt.
It's not exactly fun and games having no one to lean on, though, is it? A snide little voice in the back of my mind said. "Stupid voices." I grumbled out loud.
"Penny for your thoughts?" someone behind me said. I started, nearly falling out of the swing. I turned my head; It was only Nate and Jason. "Hey." I said blandly.
Nate frowned. "No sarcasm? No shouting? Are you sick?" He went to put a hand on my forehead, but I smacked it away and scowled at him. He and Jason looked at each other. "That's the Shane we know."
It was quiet as they took the swings next to me. Nate observed the sky thoughtfully, but I could see Jason staring at me with an unidentifiable look. "What?" I said defensively.
"…you know you can tell us anything, right?" He asked abruptly. Ah, Jason. Always to the point. I knew Nate was listening now, because the sound of the rusty chains the held the swings up had stopped.
As I let the question sick in, that small voice said something; something I had always feared but hoped for. Maybe you aren't as alone as you think.
To their obvious shock (it was kind fo funny, their expressions), I smiled. "Yeah. I know."
