After a stressful day of school, Scott and Mitch met up at the local park, not wanting to go home yet. Mitch loved the swings, swinging high enough it felt like he could fly away and leave his worries behind. So they boys picked the only two swings left.

It was silent for a while, just some light swinging, before Scott had to break the silence.
'You wanna talk about it?'

Mitch shrugged. 'The usual.' He looked up at the sky, wishfully wanting to leave.

'Mitch you gotta tell someone. It's been going on too long and thats not okay. At least come get me. I'll be the shit out of them and you know it.'

Mitch smiled, picturing scrawny Scott trying to defend Mitch against guys twice his size. 'Thanks, but no thanks. I can handle my own.'

He got off the swing and made his way over to the grass, laying down with his hands under his head. Scott followed silently, unsure of how to help his best friend. He sat down next to Mitch, picking through the grass.

'I know you can handle it on your own, I don't mean to say that you're a damsel in distress and needs help. I just... I hate that they're so mean to you. You don't deserve that.'

He knew Scott was right, but he was picked on enough. If he went to an adult for help it would only make things worse.  However, he appreciated that Scott cared so much, would be willing to fight for him.

'Hey! I found a four leaf clover. You know they're lucky right? You should keep it.' Scott smiled and handed it to Mitch.

He twisted the little clover in between his fingers and smiled. 'I'm already pretty lucky I think. I have you.'