United, chapter 3
"So, this is the park?" Tre asked, looking around with interest. I nodded and looked over to the swing set, and there stood my best and only friend, Shay. She looked over at me and smiled.
"Hey Candy, who's this?" she asked, pointing at Tre, who was on the swing set. I rolled my eyes at her. I kind of hoped Tre would be unnoticeable, but being a 33 year old man on a swing set was pretty noticeable.
"This is Tre, Tre this is Shay." I said quickly. Tre waved and Shay raised her eyebrow.
"Isn't he a little old?" she asked. I sighed and slapped my forehead. Tre was still swinging.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's a friend." I said. Tre must have heard because he slowed down and his face looked hurt. Shay nodded.
"He's unique." She said slowly. I nodded. Tre got off and walked over to us.
"Hey! I'll race you to the slide!" he said. Shay and I exchanged glances. We shrugged our shoulders and ran.
"I win!" Shay shouted. I giggled at her. Tre laughed and pouted. He then got on the slide in an awkward position. When he slid down, he fell off, shouting curse words, getting attention from three year olds and their moms.
"Tre! I don't think that moms would appreciate their kids learning the words 'mother fucking cunt' at the park.'" I said. Tre smiled.
"Better to learn it know than never." he giggled. Shay was on the ground laughing her ass off.
"So, what do we do next?" Shay asked, getting up off the ground. I shrugged.
"How about we go to the slushie shop and poor them all over the slides?" I asked. This made Tre grin and laugh.
"You get your recklessness from me." he laughed. I sighed and Shay looked at me weird.
"He rubs off on me." I said, trying to cover him up. Tre looked to the floor. I sighed and scratched my neck.
"So, how about those slushies?" I asked , changing the subject. Tre nodded slowly. He just didn't understand. I'm not calling him dad.
"Hey Candy, who's this?" she asked, pointing at Tre, who was on the swing set. I rolled my eyes at her. I kind of hoped Tre would be unnoticeable, but being a 33 year old man on a swing set was pretty noticeable.
"This is Tre, Tre this is Shay." I said quickly. Tre waved and Shay raised her eyebrow.
"Isn't he a little old?" she asked. I sighed and slapped my forehead. Tre was still swinging.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's a friend." I said. Tre must have heard because he slowed down and his face looked hurt. Shay nodded.
"He's unique." She said slowly. I nodded. Tre got off and walked over to us.
"Hey! I'll race you to the slide!" he said. Shay and I exchanged glances. We shrugged our shoulders and ran.
"I win!" Shay shouted. I giggled at her. Tre laughed and pouted. He then got on the slide in an awkward position. When he slid down, he fell off, shouting curse words, getting attention from three year olds and their moms.
"Tre! I don't think that moms would appreciate their kids learning the words 'mother fucking cunt' at the park.'" I said. Tre smiled.
"Better to learn it know than never." he giggled. Shay was on the ground laughing her ass off.
"So, what do we do next?" Shay asked, getting up off the ground. I shrugged.
"How about we go to the slushie shop and poor them all over the slides?" I asked. This made Tre grin and laugh.
"You get your recklessness from me." he laughed. I sighed and Shay looked at me weird.
"He rubs off on me." I said, trying to cover him up. Tre looked to the floor. I sighed and scratched my neck.
"So, how about those slushies?" I asked , changing the subject. Tre nodded slowly. He just didn't understand. I'm not calling him dad.
