I stared blankly at the boy in front of me. He grinned back at me as I gave a soft smile.

A permanent soft smile, sorry.

"Mommy, Mommy can we get him!" the young boy exclaimed, tugging on his mother's sleeve. His mother laughed gently at her son's eagerness.

"Yes Adam, we can. What's his name?" she promptly asked. Trying to keep the one known as 'Adam' happy. His fingers wrapped around the box I was encased in. The young face scrunched up reading my box carefully.

"De- day- loc- lox! Dayedlox!" he finished. The smooth skinned woman chuckled and read the words herself.

"General Deadlox or Ty," she read aloud. The three year old pouted and crossed his arms. "I was close," he whined. His mom giggled and gripped her own hand around his. "Let's go pay for Ty, alright Sky?" His eyes practically glowed as he skipped over to the cash register. Me underneath his hold, the whole ride home.
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The second Adam entered the house, he ran to his room, jumped on the bed, and I was unboxed. It was nice to get out of that artificial smelling box anyway. His eyes lit up like Christmas lights once he could play with my plastic self. His surprisingly soft hands touched me all over...

Even in parts that he probably shouldn't of been touching. It took a lot of energy to not make a peep. Sky is probably one of the cutest little boys I've ever seen. His smile grew as he wrapped his arms me, bringing me into a warm embrace. Snapping me out of my day dreams.

"Like mommy and daddy do," he whispered to me, nodding his head vigorously. I stared back at him, my face careworn, just like when he first saw me. I wish I could ask him to do it again, I never get affection like that after all. He even hugged me although I was plastic. I felt some movement in my body, a spark is the best way I can describe it. It felt wonderful.

/ /--\\

I watched, pressed up against the brick house Adam and Jason chatting playfully as children do. Sky being hyper and active, he constantly fidgeted, almost as if he had, had candy a few hours before. Adam did most of the talking, the end of the world would be coming if he wasn't.

I saw Sky run up to me, away from his new friend. Me being used to show off. Again. As always. I would except nothing less from the 7 year old.

I was snatched from the pavement, Sky running up a hill to the swing set. The breeze was warm against my hard body, the long grass swaying.

The sun was sinking, causing a shadow to radiate from the sandy haired boy. Jason swung slowly, back and forth on the swing, looking downward. I could tell already he was a very shy and polite boy. Unlike Sky.

How they became friends slightly amazed me, but I've seen Adam do the impossible before. Never underestimate this boy's skills. I was suddenly jerked forward, my body shaking, before going limp.

I saw stars in the blue orbs in front of me, as the 5 year old flinched. Obviously trying not to grab me.

All of their attention revolved around me for the next few hours.

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I sat unmoving on a wooden dresser. My grin was telling lies to any passing folk, as for I was completely despondent. I was covered in filth and a bit torn apart. A finger was missing from that Bacca friend Sky had made. That was definitely a unpleasant moment in my almost nonexistent life. No matter how hard I try, I can't show my sorrow.

Unfortunately.

Then the now eleven year old burst into his room. He laughed joyfully, jumping face first onto his bed. Then my eyes caught something shiny, golden. A trophy. He had won something. But what? Then I started putting the picture together. He's wearing his soccer uniform so he must of won something in soccer.

Although I don't know what he accomplished, my mood is perking up. He finally glanced up at me. His smile brightened as he got off the bed, walking up to the bureau. His chin dimple barely reaching the top of the drawers, me being enveloped in fingers. The norm. Adam squealed like a girl and hugged me, jumping up and down.

The sparks kept blowing up in me and the feeling made me feel as if I could fly. Sky pulled away and my depression kicked in, once again. I was delicately placed back on the shelf, the reward put next to me. The brunette skipped away. Oh I wish he knew how it felt.

/ /--\ \

Today is the day. I'm being thrown out. Adam finally got seized by pressure from his friends. Mitch, Jerome, Quinten, and Jason are a few. I could tell he was still a child despite him being sixteen years of age. He was going around his room, throwing anything kid like in the garbage bag he is holding. I gulped knowing I'd get trashed.

Good bye world, I'll miss you. Well maybe not. This has been a pretty rough life. I flinched hearing the item next to me being shoved off the shelf. Dear lord, I'm second on this wood. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time but I can do neither of those. His golden orbs found themselves captured on me. I gently smiled, just as I have been for the past 13 years.

Sky took me off the shelf and instead of tossing me in the bag he kissed my lips. A bright light blurred my vision, though I could hear Adam yelp and fall to the ground. After the flash disappeared the sixteen year old scrambled to his feet. When he looked at me again his jaw dropped. It was strange though he wasn't looking as far down as I would of imagined. Suddenly I felt a pair of plump, butter tasting, lips capture my own....soft, warm...lips.

Holy shit.

I-I'm kissing him.

Sky woke me from my daze as he licked my lower lip. I obliged and opened my mouth. I'm alive. I can feel him shoving his tongue into my mouth. Our organs wrestled in my mouth, me losing, him being rewarded with a few quiet moans. Our make out session was interrupted by Mitch yelling through the door.

"You done grabbing your phone?!" Adam immediately pulled away.

"Y-yeah...sorry," Sky muttered the last part to me. I nodded once with a bright smile, wiping the mixed saliva off of my lips. He left the spit on his lips and grabbed my pinky-less right hand. I just noticed how dirty and damaged my white t-shirt and grey jeans were. I had nothing else on though.

Adam dragged me out of his room, where we found his friends.

"Who's that?" Jason spoke up.

"Ty...he's my b-best friend."