Elijah

*I was yapping about how Hanna called me a "kid"* I need to show her how manly I am- wait, manly...?*suddenly, a perfect idea popped up in my head. I clasped my hands on ur shoulers* That's it, *ur name*! You should just become my girlfriend!

*I stay nothing I just get my books*

*confused look* what are u doing?

by gym you mean McDonald's?

*My cheeks burned* N-no! I meant... okay maybe I grab a burger after. So what? I need calories for muscle!

*I let out a laugh, shoving you lightly with my shoulder.* Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game. *My smile softens.* Thanks for this, Mirio. I owe you one.

*He turns away, wiping his face roughly with his sleeve.* "Whatever." *He mutters, starting to kick his legs to start swinging.*

*I watch you swing, the rhythmic creak of the chains filling the silence. My own swing remains still. My voice is a low, rough murmur.* "I came here after my mom died."