Cute pic I found on the internet

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It took a good few seconds for you to process the caller ID.

A good few more before you answered.

You lifted the phone to your ear, confused as to who in there right minds would call so late at night, but half wondering if you were sane for being up that late in the first place.

The first words to greet your ears was a stark, chipper, and self satisfied, "Sup noob."

You frowned, still very much confused, and tiredness making you irritated, "The fuck- why are you up so late Creed."

You heard him guffaw over the phone, immediately retorting with, "Speak for yourself."

A few chuckles continued from his end of the line, yours dead with silence as you waited for him to get to the point.

He didn't though. The line went silent, and with an ill fitted scoff, you asked, "Why'd you call me you nerd."

"Oof- pulling out the big guns aren't ya?" Creed countered, again, before finally reaching his point, "If your so desperate to know, I was wondering if you wanted to hang?"

You blinked several time at his inquiry, reaching a hand up to rub your face, "Isn't it illegal to be out at night when your under eighteen?"

"Psh- legal smegal-" You could hear his grin through the phone, "We're just going to dip on over the park, be hoodlums, and slip right back."

You groaned at his answer, going silent as you thought over his request.

"If I said please, would that make you come with me?" His cheeky bastard tone of voice didnt help you decide.

On one hand, you could go be a teenager, but on the other, what if people found out? What if you got arrested? Or what if Creed was going to force you into stuff you didnt want to do?

But... you could go be a teenager...?

Sighing out the longest sigh you've ever sighed, you responded with a small, "Okay..."

Creed chirped out a happy noise, before speaking, "Good, cause we're waiting outside." He ended the phone call before you could ask who was with him- or how he knew were you lived.

Sitting up straight with the sudden change of pace, you shot out of bed, rushing to fix your hair, and rushing to just make yourself look presentable in general.

With a few hops over to the window, you peered out to see that indeed, Creed was standing outside, his green hair the only thing that told you it was him. A lone figure stood next to him with a hood pulled over their head making it difficult to gauge who they were.

You felt worried at that, but with a shake of your head, you tiptoed downstairs and out of your house.

The night air contrasted the warmth of your house. Much colder then you thought it'd be, and much damper on account of the earlier raining.

You approached the two figures cautiously, getting closer and closer until you could finally manage to make out who was beside Creed.

It was Wolf- and thank god it was a friendly face-

Your fist jutted out just as Wolf's did- hands connecting in a bro punch faster then Creed could comprehend what was happening.

The both of you were tired from the looks of it- neither of you having the heart to start cheerfully ranting to each other.

Creed was unaffected by the time of night, permanently a sauve bastard.

"So." You glanced at Wolf's silver head of hair, "How'd you get looped into this?"

He just half heartedly laughed, starting to walk in the direction of the park, "Creed said you'd be there- and waited outside my house like a creep."

You laughed at that, rubbing yours eyes to hold back a yawn as you trot along with him.

"You guys talk like I'm not here." Creed puffed, cutting in between the two of you and falling in sync with your steps.

"Mm..." you hummed, "Did you hear that Wolf?"

Wolf shrugged with a smirk, "No idea what your talking about."

Creed rose an eyebrow, "Now this is just child neglect."

With a laugh, you slapped Creed's back, assuring him even though you were positive he didn't need assurance.

Your small rag tag group carried on in silence after that. Occasional yawns coming from either you or Wolf as you all walked to the park.

You jacket brushed against Creed's hoodie, and you side eyed the strange person he was.

Even when not speaking, the faintest hints of a smirk tugged his lips.

You glanced away, yawning again before looking forward as the park came into view. You didn't pick up pace to get there faster, and quite frankly neither did any one else which you were glad for.

All three of you walked calmly into the park like the tired beings that you were.

The ground was muddy, courtesy of the previous rain, and all three of you immediately split to climb up different areas of the small fun fort. You settled on just casually strolling up the steps, while both Wolf and Creed pushed and shoved their way up the slide.

Twice they pulled each other down the wet and slippery peice of plastic, before they reached the top and simply sat there.

You crouched down behind them both, glancing at how wet their backs were and immediately cringing.

"You guys are soaked."

Wolf just muttered a, "Yeah." Before scootching over to make room for you between them both.

You shuffled in to sit down, idly letting out a breath to watch it mist out.

"Its kinda nice out this late." Wolf spoke first.

Creed followed up first, "Yeah."

You could only hum in agreement, flopping back and letting your legs dangle on the slope of the slide.

It was kinda warm between them both, but you still felt cold- rubbing your hands together to try to warm them up. Wolf saw your troubles first, grabbing your hand and rubbing it between his two rougher ones. It was pleasant, so you didn't bother stopping him.

"You guys ever just wanna like punch stuff?" You spoke up, "Its a weird question, but I'm curious."

Creed answered immediately, "Hard yes for that one. And I do punch stuff. Just not stuff that I have to pay for."

Wolf hummed for a moment, "Yeah." He spoke, breath puffing out into mist, "I've punched stuff on more then one occasion. Mainly the punching bag we have."

Going quiet, the group sat for a bit longer, and you retreated your hand back to side.

"Slide time!" Creed exclaimed, grabbing your leg, and yanking you down the slide as he slid down into the still wet puddle at the end.

You could only grumble at him as he laughed at your now soaked clothes. At least the slide was officially clean now.

Wolf slid down once you stood up, and all three of you made your way over to the swings.

You made your way to the handicapped one in the shape of a seat, plopping down and being taken aback as Wolf squeezed his way in with you. You barely fit on the seat.

Not commenting, you let Wolf push with his feet to make a gentle sway with the swing.

"This isn't actually half as bad as I thought it'd be." You spoke, shuffling a bit to try being less squished.

"Yeah- bit tight for space still. But manageable." Wolf gave a particularly rough push, making the swing go faster then your half seated self wanted it to go.

"Bro- too fast." You smacked his arm.

Wolf snickered, but returned to a slower pace.

Without any warning, Creed rushed up behind the swing and gave it the hardest shove he could.

You let out an undignified screech, grabbing Wolf's arm and a part of the seat for dear life as Creed didn't stop after just one push.

He giggled like a madman and kept pushing the swing higher and higher, you lifted out of your seat on more then one occasion, and the chains of the handicapped chair clunked down harshly on every swing.

Wolf laughed, a cheery laugh at how high they were going- pairing well with the mischief riddled noise Creed was making.

"GuUuuYyyyysssss-" you whined, struggling to stay in the seat.

Creed finally stopped pushing, letting the swing take its course and iddly swing around until Wolf and you could reach the ground.

Wolf's legs were an inch longer, so he brought it to a screeching halt against the moltch.

You sat in the seat, not rightly wanting to get up. Wolf struggled to get out though, twisting and curving until he somehow slipped out of the death trap.

You followed shortly after, wobbling on the ground before righting yourself.

Creed came over chuckling standing next to you and Wolf.

You slapped his shoulder, before roughly sighing out of tiredness.

"I brought fire crackers." Creed said, "Let's go over to the pavement to light them."

"Eeh." You grumbled, not wanting to move any farther.

"Aw- come on~" Creed's patronizing tone of voice was easily recognized, as he slipped an arm around your shoulders and tugged you along to the pavement, "It's just a couple of fire crackers- no harm no foul."

He released you once he reached the pavement, pulling out his so called fire crackers.

You ambled over to a picnic bench nearby, seating yourself against it and barely shuffling as Wolf sat next  to you.

Creed lit them, dropping them on the ground before walking over to the rest of you. He joined your other side, plopped down and watching the fire crackers with a hint of admiration.

You supposed this wasn't the worst experience you've had. Quite contrary, it was nice to be a teenager.

So rather the grumbling, you watched the small pop's and crackles that flared against the ground. It was pleasant, and with a small notion, you realized that Creed was your friend just as much as Wolf was.

A weird one, who had a weird way of expressing things, but one nonetheless.

Once the fire crackers died down, you all started on your way home. Creed and Wolf insisted on getting you back home first- something about a girl by herself, and you never know who's out there. You firmly agreed- not wanting to be alone on your way back.

The trip was just as damp as your group's first walk down it, only this time, there was a strange figure leaning against one of the buildings as you started up one of the streets.

A lithe looking thing, as skinny as skinny could get, yet still incredibly intimidating. Their black hoodie was pulled taunt over their head, pure white strands peaking out, looking a bit like split ends.

As you approached, Creed took initiative, sliding to the end of the group to be the one closest to the stranger.

Just as you started to pass the person, a voice sounded out, "Armless as always I see."

A dangerous look flared up into Creed's eyes, and he simply looked back with a warning glare, "Watch it."

The thin figure scoffed, before slinking into the alleyway without much more to say.

It was a weird occurence. One that left you a bit scared.

You moseyed yourself to the middle of the group, grabbing Wolf's hand tightly, before hesitantly doing the same with Creed.

It was a comfort thing- an assurance really, and when you felt Creed and Wolf squeeze back- both with different levels of strength, you could gauge who felt more anxious.

Without farther ado you reached your house.

You didn't want to part with the group yet, holding on to their hands for just a moment longer before trotting up the steps.

You turned to look at them, "Any chance you guys would want to come inside?"

Wolf immediately stepped up, "Sure- but I have to scat after because homework's at home."

Creed just moseyed up after you, his answer made obvious when he invited himself inside.

Following, you stepped inside, sliding your shoes off and hanging your coat on the rack. Wolf copied what you did, quietly stalking after you as you shuffled into the kitchen.

Creed was strutting around the kitchen, staring at a few knickknacks before glancing back at you, "Cereal?" He questioned.

You nodded, "Cereal."

Bumping the cabinet open, you placed a box of lucky charms on the table.

Creed gave an excited clap, unwrapping the bag and immediately picking out the marshmallows to eat.

Alright. You could live with that. Barely.

Slinking into a chair, you rested your head in your arms and listened to Creed crunch on all of your marshmallows.

Wolf squinted at him, holding his hand out and only smiling when Creed gave him a single marshmallow.

"You guys got all your homework done?" Wolf started, crunching on that singular marshmallow contentedly.

"I do." You nodded.

"Definitely not." Creed bluntly stated, shoving a hand full of sugar into his mouth.

Both Wolf and yourself stared at him.

"Oh my gosh-" you started, "Dude- how have you not been expelled?"

Creed shrugged, "It's a gift~"

Scoffing Wolf settled to rest his face on his fist. He kept eyed the clock on your microwave. It read 3:35, and you could tell he was about ready to go.

Sighing he glanced at you and Creed, "Yeah- sorry guys- I gotta dip."

"Its all good bro-" you immediately assured, nudging him in his ribs before holding out a bro fist, "See ya man."

"See ya around." Creed offered his goodbyes.

He returned the fist, giving a nod to Creed before standing up and shifting out of the kitchen.

The rustling noise of him putting his jacket and shoes on was all you heard before the door opened and shut.

That left you with Creed.

Still munching on marshmallows.

"I gotta get to sleep- feel free to keep eating my cereal though."

Creed rose an eyebrow, watching as you turned to leave.

Just as you reached the doorway out of the kitchen, Creed mumbled out a, "Hey..."

You gave him a curious glance, "Yeah?"

He scratched his cheek looking up with his grey eyes and almost seeming bashful, "Can I- uh- bunk here for the night?"

You stared a moment longer, half expecting him to continue.

He seemed nervous- for once in his suave bastard life.

"I promise I'm not a hobo." He muttered after you took too long to respond.

Chuckling, an almost unrecognizable amount of softness in your voice you said, "Sure- just dont wake up my moth." You paused, "My mother- not a bug."

Creed let out a laugh, "Thanks."

"You can sleep upstairs if you want- I've got an extra blanket."

Without much more to say, you made your way up the steps, hearing Creed get up to follow. The crinkling of a bag made you aware of him lugging the cereal up with him.

Stopping at the hallway closet, you grabbed a blanket, before pushing your bedroom door open and throwing the blanket on the floor.

"I'd offer you the bed- but I'm being stingy." Throwing yourself onto your bed, you settled under the blankets before dropping on of your many pillows onto the floor for your green haired friend.

He just laughed at your antics, settling on your floor and crunching on cereal with a contentedness that no one else could have.

It was like that for awhile.

Crunch- silence- rattle crunch crunch.

A consistent pattern that made you drift softly through your thoughts.

You don't know when you finally dropped into a state of rest- but the soft crunching noise, and the rattling of the bag eventually lulled you off into sleep.

You hoped he didn't eat all of the marshmallows.