"U-Um..." He didn't even notice my stutter because he kept talking.

"What do you sing when you're on the slide?" I stared at him for a couple of seconds. Why did you have to catch me at that moment? That just further proves that I'm a massive child who creates songs about playground equipment.

"W-we go down, we say yay. We don't climb up, that's the wrong... way." Yes I do have a song for the slide, don't judge me.

"Huh." He leaned against the blue pole of the swings with his arms crossed. "Didn't expect you to have a song for that."

"U-uh, you're uh, scary basketball guy." He rolled his eyes and stood up straight.

"TJ."

"I-I know." He stern face softened a little. I never noticed his eyes were green.

"Chocolate chocolate chip muffin?" He mumbled, still in the same position as me. "You're the kid Buffy forced me to get a muffin for, a chocolate chocolate chip muffin to be exact."

"T-that was, that was in middle school." He chuckled and looked down.

"Not one of my best moments, you know, listening to Buffy and all."

"Cyrus." I held out my hand to him, for him to shake. He looked at my hand for a second and hesitantly shook it.

"TJ."

"You already introduced yourself?"

"I was just being formal." There was that damn smirk again. It really complimented his eyes though.

He walked around my swing to the one next to mine and lightly grabbed the chain.

"So, do you hang out here a lot?" I nodded and looked at my feet.

"Only when I feel bad about myself, so, fairly often." He looked down also with a little hmph. Then he slowly sat on the swing and looked back at me.

"Does it help?"

"Helps me." I responded then looked down once again. Keep your head low, Cyrus. Don't trust anyone, you don't know what they might do to you. "Go on, it looks like you need it."

So he started to swing, and I started to swing. While I stayed low to the ground, TJ went higher and higher. Chuckling here and there with a tiny grin on his face. How the hell does anyone feel safe going up that high? What if you fall off? That must hurt, a lot.

"Wow, this does kinda make me feel better." I slowly lifted my head up and snuck another glance at him.

"What do you need to feel better about, you're the captain of the basketball team?" I could feel his eyes on me.

"Huh, you don't know me," he paused for a second, like he was searching for the right words to say, "I got stuff." He mumbled. I chuckled a bit and kicked my legs to make my swing go in circles.

"Betcha I got more stuff." I could hear him place a smirk on his face when he let out a sly chuckle.

"Oh yeah, betcha I can swing higher."

"I-I don't like to swing high. That's part of my stuff." I muttered, embarrassed once again. Don't seem like a loser Cyrus, seriously. I mean after that swing and slide song, I already looked like a loser.

He let out a huge shout when he got higher to the top of the swing set. "I don't know why I ever stopped swinging. Come on, get up here!"

"This is how up as I go." I shouted back. I lifted my head up a bit, and saw out of the corner of my eye that his swing started to slow down. And he was smiling. Then he let out one big shout and jumped of the swing. Ok, what the frick?

He ran behind my and grabbed the chains to stop my swing. I felt his hands go on my back and then... he started to push me? I could feel his laughter, and I could hear it every time I went back. He pushed me higher. And I felt weirdly excited to see how high I could go. I let out a few shouts of joy, needless to say, they were pretty awkward shouts but I was enjoying myself so that didn't matter.

But then he pushed me so frickin high and yell, "Underdog!" and ran under my swing with loud laughter. I finally picked my head up all the way and looked at him.

"Woah! That was exhilarating!" I shouted. He went to my side and continued to push my swing.

"You want another one?"

"No thank you." He smirked.

"Too bad." And he ran to the back of the swing and started to push harder. Then he ran under the swing once again. I couldn't stop laughing, and he couldn't stop laughing. All you could hear in the empty park was our laughter. And my screams and shouts but mostly laughter.

But then TJ went silent. I looked ahead and saw Buffy running towards us. "Cyrus, you ok?!" I dragged my feet on the ground to slow down my swing but TJ stopped it completely.

"Yeah, y-yeah I'm fine."

"Why is he here?!" She pointed at TJ. "Did you hurt him? If you did, I'm going to beat your ass. Cyrus doesn't like going high on swings dickhead." I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"B-Buffy..."

"See you around Underdog, I hope we can do this again." He turned around, ignoring all of Buffy's threats.

"You didn't answer your texts, you never even told me you left. Come on, we have ten minutes." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bike rack.

Does he want to see me again?
-

It is currently the next day, and I'm getting yelled at for something hat happened yesterday when they could've easily done it yesterday. But these are my friends.

"Cyrus, don't scare us like that again!" Andi said. It's like Andi can't shout. She can get really angry but she doesn't shout.

But Buffy shouts, and yells, and screams.

"Seriously. TJ. TJ KIPPEN! Cyrus, I swear to god if he hurt you or made fun of you. Were you ok on the swing?! You looked scared..."

"Buffy, I'm fine." Andi opened the door to The Spoon and sighed. "And to be honest, TJ wasn't that bad." And with that, Buffy choked on air.

"WHAT?!" Andi slapped her shoulder and shushed her. I threw my back pack in a booth and sat down. "What do you mean he wasn't bad, Cy?! He's a bad person." And then she went on a huge rant about how TJ was sexist, how he is toxic, and everything else.

"Buffy." I said when she calmed down.

"Yes."

"I don't think I'm afraid to go high on the swings anymore."