Out of boredom, the small green haired boy hooked his legs against the fence, that was halfheartedly still standing from all the years being fixed with the Ed's scams and everyone in the cul-du-sac breaking it down, and hung upside down, the rush of blood giving him the dizzies.

He laughed a bit, for everything looked different upside down, but he stopped when he saw a tall figure walking aimlessly around on the road-sky. 'Wait… he looks familiar!' The boy thought quickly. Forgetting himself, he unhooked his legs and fell onto his head.

"Oow…," He absently rubbed his head, tears forming from the pain. But when he looked up, the figure was standing above him, looking down.

"...," He was silent but he was very tall. The boy had to crane his neck up to get a good look at the other. But as the sun's glare faded, he recognized the taller one and his lips formed a huge smile.

"Plank! What are you doing here!?" He shouted with glee. Plank looked down at him with a blank stare and he turned his head slightly.

"My imbecile misplaced me again." Was all he said, head still turned. His eyes shifted to the side to look at the boy a bit and he sighed heavily, holding his hand down. The boy's features brightened even more and he reached up, allowing Plank to lift him up.

"Oh! Let's play then!" The boy shouted, clinging to Plank's arm. Plank glared as he shook the boy off and started walking again. The boy frowned a bit, tugging at the big, itchy sweater, but smiled when Plank stopped and looked back at him expectantly.

"Jim… are you coming?" He said, his voice lingering in a mixture of monotone and slight fondness. Jim's face lit up yet again and he hurried forward as Plank turned to walk again.

"Where are we going Plank!?" Jim jumped excitedly at the other's side and Plank gave him a blank side glance.

"...," Plank didn't say anything, so Jim's curiosity grew as they continued forward. They were silent as they walked, to Plank's surprise, for Jim was always such a bubbly boy that he expected more talking and babbling nonsense. When he looked down to his side, he watched the boy staring ahead with a happy glint in his soft-dirt brown eyes. He let a tiny smirk move his lips, but it disappeared in the same second it appeared and he looked ahead again.

They walked around the cul-du-sac and Jim recognized the pathway to the park. 'Plank's going to play with me!' Jim's giggled as he scratched his stomach, due to the itchiness of the sweater. Plank watched with dull, bored eyes.

Once they reached the park, Jim bounced around in excitement, spewing nonsense with a smile. Plank watched him jump into a swing, the boy's stomach catching on the seat to hold him there as he soared upward. 'He is almost like a bird.' Plank thought to himself, moving toward the slide in disinterest. He was tall enough to lay against the slide and just turned his head to watch the ecstatic boy wiggle his feet around as he swung back and forth on his stomach.

"You are unnaturally cute." Plank mumbled softly, glaring back up at the sky, a soft blush creeping into his high cheek bones. He watched the clouds move about the sky slowly, until big round, brown eyes were looking at him. Plank's eyes widened a bit in shock, but then he recognized the itchy sweater with rough curls of green hair. Jim smiled a big toothy smile and laughed.

"What are you doing Plank!?" He asked with excitement. Plank, though, was focused on the bandaid on Jim's cheek and admired the way it still left the boy with a cute glimmer. He reached up, and pulled the boy down over him suddenly, and turned his body around so that his head lay on Plank's chest. "Huh!? P-Plank are you okay?" The boy asked in surprise, a noticeable blush covering even the bridge of his nose.

"Don't speak." Was the only thing Plank said. He wanted to enjoy the moment, for it wasn't long before he'd go back to ignoring the boy's unusual love for him. He wanted the feeling of Jim's itchy sweater to linger on his skin for a while.

Jim remained still, his heart beating abnormally fast and he could keep himself composed. 'What do i do? Plank is so close… He feels so warm. My sweater itches. What to do. Should I move?' Jim saw a bird fly off towards her nest, and suddenly his thoughts were off topic. 'I wish I could poop eggs out...if I did, would birds come out? Maybe I should ask Plank, he knows a lot…' The boy looked up and saw the slack jaw of a now sleeping Plank.

The boy watched in surprise, and then gently laid his chin on his hands, watching how peaceful Plank seemed. A small smile formed as he watched the taller boy, and he couldn't help but feel the happy ache in his chest.

After only a few minutes of watching Plank, Jim became restless and wiggled his way out of Plank's grip, slipping and falling into the wood chips at the bottom of the Playground. He checks to make sure Plank is still asleep and smiles. 'I'll be back for him, i want to go get something!' With that thought, the boy quickly ran off excitedly.

When Jim returned to the slide with a bag in his hand, he blinked and was surprised to find that his sleeping friend was missing. 'Yeah i've been gone a couple hours but...' Tears welled up in his round eyes as he turned away.

He walked down the road of the cul-du-sac and finally disregarded the bag in his hand, letting it fall as he continued to walk. The boy's demeanor was crumpling and as he walked up the driveway to his home, he turned to look at the bag.

But it wasn't there.

Jim's eyes went wide and he quickly ran to where he dropped the bag, panicked. "Where did it go?! Did a bird take it!?" He looked to the sky but it was pleasantly empty to the boy's dismay. He checked under cars, bikes, brushes, and even into neighboring windows, and still he found no trace of the bag. Disappointed, he turned away from a window he was just checking, but found himself bumping into a lean person.

As he looked up, the boy's eyes were lit with excitement. "PLANK!"

"...," Plank was silent as per the usual, and looked away slightly. Then after a few minutes, and a sudden hug from Jim, he spoke. "Thank you for the present Jim." Was all he said, and the boy blinked curiously.

'Present?' Jim thought to himself and then his eyes traveled up Plank's chest to the necklace that hung nicely along his neckbone. It was a nice necklace with a little cactus charm dangling in the center. A slight flush of color hit Jim's face and his lips produced a big toothy smile.

"You found the bag." He giggled. Plank still had his head facing in the opposite direction, but his eyes peered over in a side glance to Jim, a smile playing on his own lips.

"...," Plank stayed silent, and Jim was grateful, because this certain silence was Plank's way of expressing his endearment for the comical boy.

End