"Wanna play Spin The Bottle with the girls, Ty?" A lively voice chimed, approaching closer to me.

It was Landon Archer, my best friend since birth. Well, technically, since pre-school. The two of us have always had many things in common, such as our perpetual love for sports, particularly basketball. We have a strong friendship with each other—nothing fake in between. 

Our families are pretty close to each other, too. We usually hang out together as a group, especially during basketball games. I was astounded one day to find out that Landon's dad and my dad were companions in high school. They were both sports stars of the school, like Landon and I today. We both have reputations for being the basketball stars of the tenth grade, as well as the school as a whole. It's pretty nice, along with being in the popular clique.

It's pretty much the royal kingdom of Westdale High School. We are the ones who get the most recognition among everyone else. Take it from me, a well-known jock. It's nice to not feel invisible, but getting attention has never been my thing. My thing is to play basketball, so getting recognition doesn't matter that much to me. 

I always knew there are some people part of other cliques who think that all of the well-known people are friendly as they look and sound. Based on my experience of being in this clique, that statement is entirely false. Some people are, or were in this are pretty shady. There are many examples, but let's just say one of them is Millicent Campbell, who seems nice on the outside, but is undoubtfully shallow on the inside. 

Trust me. I know a lot of people who thought that she's completely friendly and such, mainly because of her persistent wealth and conspicuous popularity. In the end, she can be friendly, only if that's what she wants at the moment. 

"I'm not in the mood to play Spin The Bottle today." I groaned, cracking open a water bottle, "I'm so tired of it."

Spin The Bottle, a classic party game is unmistakably not one of my favorites. It's never been. Maybe at one point, it's been kind of fun for me. But eventually, it got a little tedious, which is why I usually decline the offer to play the game. 

"I'm kind of tired of it too, Ty." Landon reasoned, patting my shoulder with sympathy, "But I'm going to play because this party isn't making me amused."

"Have fun, then. I'll see you later." I shrugged, taking a sip of my water. 

"Later, bro!" He disappeared into the midst of small crowds of people socializing. 

Now, I'm all alone with nobody to talk to. My other close friends were either not at this party or playing games with each other. It's not that I feel lonely without them. I feel fine, actually. The feeling of silence within myself feels nice. I don't have to hear anyone shouting out my name to take a selfie with them or anything. That's what I have to deal with because of my sensational reputation. 

I heard my stomach rumble quietly, signalizing that it was time for me to eat. I turned around to the table that had various foods on it. Holding out a plate, I placed an expensive-looking taco on it. I'm guessing that it was made by an all-star chef. Hopefully, it'll taste as good as it looks. 

Before I could manage to take a bite out of it, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a familiar girl who was a few inches shorter than me. She had a slight smile on her face, with her long, brunette hair laying on her shoulders. 

"Hey, uh, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you right now, but I have one question." She muttered, glancing at the foods on the table, "Do those tacos taste good?"

"They look good." I shrugged, taking a small bite, "And they taste decent. To me, they're not the best, but surely not the worst."

I'm one-hundred percent positive that all the meals laying on the table were made by an expensive, profoundly-rated caterer, based on how neat they look.

"Alright." The brunette asserted, clasping her hands together, "You remember me from last week, right?" 

"I do." I answered, "You're Rafael's younger sister, Roselynn."

"Yeah, I am." She confirmed, discreetly nodding her head up and down. 

The brunette started to drink her orange-flavored soda. Trying my best to hide my confusion, I started to tap my chin in thought with my available hand. Is Roselynn trying to hang out with me? People like her from lower cliques don't hang out with me as much as the well-known people do. Maybe she's just as bored as I am. I mean, after all, this party isn't very amusing. 

"So, what brought you to this party? I never saw you at these types of parties before." I questioned, gazing directly at her chestnut eyes.

They're probably the most gorgeous brown eyes I've ever seen. 

"Millicent just invited me here. I don't know why she did, but for whatever reason, I appreciate the invite. Though, this party doesn't seem as fun as I thought." She admitted truthfully.

"I couldn't agree more." I sighed in relief.

"Wait," She muttered, "You don't like coming to these types of parties?"

Her eyes got as big as saucers while her mouth dropped wide open. Maybe she's surprised about me not liking to attend these things. There's a high possibility of this. After all, this girl is part of a different clique, so it's safe to say that she doesn't know what actually goes on in the popular clique. I guess that there's a lot of things that happen that others don't see.

"You said it. They don't interest me, but I just attend in advance." I explained, shrugging my shoulders. 

"Oh, I understand." The brunette nodded her head, "Where are your friends? Aren't you going to hang out with them?"

"My friends that are here are just playing party games, so yes," I responded, "I'm guessing that your friends are doing things without you?"

From what I could see, her cheeks turned slightly red. She quickly looked down at her shoes in embarrassment. Maybe there was something that she's hiding, maybe not. In the end, I'll probably never know what it is. 

"Pretty much." She stammered, tossing her empty soda can in the trash. 

"Ah, I see. Since we're both not doing anything, how about we get out of here? There's a nice park that I know right across from this neighborhood. We can sit there and hang out." I suggested, tossing away my empty plate. 

I've eaten up most of my taco. The only thing that lingered on my plate was the fallen pieces of lettuce, meat, tomatoes, and other extras. 

"That sounds like a good idea." The brunette tapped her chin in thought, "But I'll have to text my brother and friends about it first. Just give me one second."

"Alright."

She took her phone out of her purse, rapidly starting to type her message. Within several minutes, she stuffed her phone back into her purse, flashing me a small smile. 

"My friends responded to my message, and my brother will view it later on. We can go now." She informed, grinning broadly. 

"That's great. Let's go." I said, shoving my hands into my pockets. 

The two of us walked side-by-side with distance, not gaining any attention from people who were playing games or socializing, which is pretty much everyone. We walked up the flight of stairs and reached the wide hallway of the immense home. Opening the front door, the two of us shuffled out of the house.

Within a few minutes, we made our way out of the vast neighborhood. The two of us carefully crossed the street and entered the park. This park is known for being very astonishing, perfect for reclining and enjoying nature. Usually, when I'm not busy with school or practicing basketball, I like to hang out here in peace. 

The brunette and I sat down at an unattended bench, distanced from each other. Roselynn sat at the left side of the bench, while I sat at the right. I guess that made sense. It's not like we're friends or anything. Not yet, anyway. 

"So," I cleared my throat, "What are your thoughts on this park so far?"

"It's very elegant and calm." She cherished, gazing at the flower garden that was our bench. 

"Yeah, you're right." I agreed, nodding vigorously. 

Pulling out my phone, I instantly saw a text message from Landon. Already predicting what he could've sent me, I opened the message. 

Landon: Where are you? I don't see you anywhere around here.

Me: I know. I left the party to talk with someone because I was bored.

Landon: Oh, I understand. Well, I'll see you later, then. We're about to play one last game before we leave.

Me: Cool. I'll see you later. 

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I glanced over to Roselynn, who was silently clutching her hands together through the melodious sounds of birds chirping.

"So, what is it like to have a brother. I'd like to know." I wondered out loud. 

For my entire life, I've never had any siblings. I've always wanted to experience being an older brother, or at least, a younger brother. I have a lot of friends with siblings who say that they're annoying, but regardless, they never changed my mind. 

At home, it's only my parents and me. It tends to get unusually quiet at times, especially since my parents are usually busy with work. I rarely feel alone. With all the friends that I have, it's almost impossible for me to feel lonely. They're like family to me, especially Landon. He's like the brother I've never had. 

"It depends on how your sibling is." The brunette began, "Personally, I don't enjoy having a brother, but in the end, it's cool."

"I get it." I nodded my head, pressing my lips together. 

"Yeah." She scooted closer to me, still keeping her distance from me, "Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope," I muttered, staring down at the paved sidewalk in front of us. 

Overall, it looked clean, except for the chalk sketches made by children recently. They were somewhat faded from when it rained a few days ago, but otherwise, they were still visible. 

"Oh,"

Even if I've always wanted a sibling, there is an upside to it. At least I don't have to get bossed around by an older sibling or have to get blamed on everything by a younger one. I guess that it's considered a good thing.

"Yeah," I said, pulling a small piece of paper out of my pocket, "Have this."

It contained my phone number on it. This girl seems nice, and I adore nice people. Trust me, I know a lot of people who are fake on the inside. It's subtle to be with friendly people. I know that I just started talking with this girl, but profoundly, I feel that she's truly genuine inside and out. I just have that gut-feeling. She seems a lot nicer than most people I've met that are part of the popular clique. 

"You're giving me this?" She sputtered, eyes lighting up instantly. 

"Yes, of course." I replied, "You can text me anytime. You seem kind."

"Aw, thanks!" She grinned, stuffing the paper into her purse, "I appreciate it."

The sun started to shine more brightly than before. Sunlight beamed down on me, causing some sweat to bead down my forehead. I wiped it away, still having a small grin on my face. I have to admit that today has been a decent day.