KYLE OF OZ.
(1)-Kyle Bones.
Prairie Grove, Kansas-(2025)
Was there anything better than a concert at a carnival at night time?
18-Year old Kyle Bones couldn't imagine there was.
The thrill and rush of it all...the booming, almost blood-wrenching sounds of the loud rock music blasting. The feeling that one's troubles didn't exist anymore. Everything else was background noise. In that moment, nothing else mattered except jumping up and down. Screaming out lyrics until everyone's voices were tired. Dancing around and maybe meeting a few people.
It was a feeling he couldn't place many other places, a feeling he didn't expect to find elsewhere for a long time.
But tonight he would be on the opposite end of that feeling. A different feeling, but one that made him feel equally as euphoric. Music...and performing it. Since the age of 10, he had been in a band that he had formed himself: 'BONES'. And tonight he would perform his very own concert at the carnival here in 'PRAIRIE GROVE-KANSAS', a small western town. His home-town. The town he was born and grew up in.
With his friend, 17-year old Charlotte Westborn, he let his nerves out by going on a few rides with her, such as the ferris wheel, the kite flyer, the scrambler, the tilt-a-whirl and the roller coaster. The fast-paced coaster and the way it made his long neck-length brown-reddish curly hair fly up in the air distracted him enough.
But he found more relaxation in the pool with Charlotte, both of them resting on their donut-shaped floaties, both yellow and blue.
His skin was getting a decent tan from the sun at least. It almost rivaled Charlotte's.
Kyle had long, neck-length brown-reddish hair, brown eyes, freckles all over his face, he was shirtless and wore pale blue and white calf-length trunks- with white trims, pulled down past his hips.
Charlotte had short blond hair, blue eyes, and wore a pink swim suit.
"Tanning isn't really your strong-suit." Charlotte teased.
"Yeah, okay. Maybe it's because i'm not a girl. Girls...tan more naturally, right?" Kyle said.
"I don't think thats how it works. Besides, your hair is longer than mine now. Are we sure i'm the girl here?" Charlotte said.
"Mhm, 'cause you had to go and cut it." Kyle said, referring to Charlotte's hair. He then splashed some water at her playfully.
"At least i didn't cheat going down the water-slide. I totally beat you and you cheated. Quite shamelessly so." Charlotte said before sticking her tongue out.
"You're the cheater!" Kyle said playfully.
Charlotte gave a playful look, then gazed around, examining the the pool area. No one was watching, so she pushed Kyle off his floaty and into the water. Kyle surfaced quickly, glaring at her. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed. "Y-you should see your face!" The blond said laughingly.
Kyle went back underwater and soon re-surfaced under Charlotte's floaty, turning it over and making her fall in the water.
Charlotte re-surfaced in front of Kyle, only for the 18-year old boy dunk her back underwear. Once she surfaced back up, she dunked Kyle in retaliation.
Kyle flailed his arms around, as if he were drowning.
"Hahahahaha!" Charlotte laughed, knowing Kyle's sense of humor.
Beneath the surface, while struggling, Kyle looked up at Charlotte, and his brown eyes rolled back into his head.
"Oh, my gosh!" Charlotte gasped as she let go of Kyle.
Kyle surfaced, gasping for air, and his brown eyes rolled back into their normal position.
"Oh, my gosh." Charlotte said, giving several deep sighs of relief. "I held you under too long, i'm sorry."
Kyle panted. "I was so...so close to passing out...a-and my whole life...flashed before my eyes. And i felt like i was leaving my body, and-and-and..." He rambled on like a child. "It was awesome!"
Charlotte gave an un-amused stare. "11 Years of knowing you and i fell for it again."
"Serves you right, Charlie-girl." Kyle said, addressing Charlotte by her second nick-name he had given her back when she was 5 and he was 6.
Charlotte squinted. "You always pull the most ghoulish tricks. I thought that was real! And how you always talk about this stuff. You're either gonna be a coroner in the morgue, a funeral director, a horror book writer or a serial killer."
"That last one has a nice ring to it. Kyle The Serial Killer." Kyle smirked creepily, looking up at the starry night sky, seemingly imagining it.
"Come on, psycho. Let's get somethin' to eat." Charlotte said before she snickered and shook her head. The two swam over to the left side of the pool where their folded towels and flip-flops were, and got out to dry themselves off. Kyle's towel was blue, his flip-flops were back, and Charlotte's towel was pink and her flip-flops were white.
Kyle paused for a second, and he could've swore he felt someone watching him and Charlotte. He turned his head and looked around to see if anyone was watching them...but no one was.
"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked, noticing Kyle looking around. "Is this another trick?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah. It's just my nerves, i think." Kyle said.
Hi, everyone. Welcome to Kyle Of Oz. A spin-off story of Complete Nerd's 'Dreaming Of Oz' trilogy.
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