Park Bench

Day One:

It was a cold Saturday. Maybe it had always been that way. To Benjamin, it was always cold. Always. He never felt warm.

At only 14 years old our main, Benjamin Sea, is walking to the park with his seven-year-old brother, Deep. He isn't very good at keeping an eye on him. Ben is usually drifting off looking at kids having fun, laughing, running, but not Ben. Ben is too busy protecting his younger brother, Deep.

As Deep was about to drift off, Ben caught him before Deep walked away.

"Hey, D.S., wanna sit at that park bench over there?" Ben pointed at a dilapidated seat. the metal holding it up was rusty from rainfall, and the wooden parts were dented from kids kicking it and practicing 'parkour'. It was beaten, splintered, and moldy. They both looked at each other. As they were approaching the bench hesitantly, all of the sudden a yellow ball thwacked Ben in the face.

"Like OHMYGOSH!! I am like so like sorry! Like, here you were like minding your own like business, and like I'm like in the middle of like a kickball game, and like I kick it. Then like it lands on your like face! And like I'm like so sorry!" A blonde girl tries to frantically apologize to Ben, but he's a little confused by the excessive amount of 'likes' she uses in each sentence. His head is still pounding from the harsh impact.

The girl seemed to keep going barely taking a breath. A minute later of explaining herself through likes she finally helps him up. Yes, Ben was just flat laying there expressionless.

At the angle he was at, the sunlight hit so perfectly on her back. It outlined her silhouette, you barely see her face, but you see just the right amount for you to think she was an angel. He rose up from the ground. Now he saw her clearly. She had soft, golden blonde hair, cognac brown eyes that shimmered she gazed to the left, and full glossy lips. She was almost what was to be described as perfect. You could see a major difference between the two. Right down to their posture. Ben was flimsy and weak, but you could see that she had pride and confidence just by the way she stood.

"Hi, I'm Quinci... Quinci King," she held her hand out expecting a shake, but Ben just stared at it. Her arm became tired and she awkwardly positioned it down to her side.

"H-hi..." Ben stuttered, "Uh I-I'm Ben..." he took his hand out. Then he placed it back to his side realizing it would be awkward seeing he rejected her handshake. They both did a nervous laugh. "Uh and this is my brother Deep!" 

"Deep, like his eye color?" she chuckled, "He's so small. Like You both have cute curly hair. Like I wish I had curly hair. I have like straight hair, but like it has lots of volume, so it like works well with hairspray!" she patted the ends of her hair, "But your hair is so Fluffy! Fluffy, like that's a good name for you might I say."

"Quinci!" another girl's voiced reached out to her, "You've been there a while! Did you get the ball?"

"Yeah!" She yelled back, "Nice meeting you, Ben!" Quinci smiled, and then bolted back to her friends to continue playing kickball. 

Why would they be playing in this weather? Ben thought.

Ben cracked a smile. It was the first one he'd made before...

Fluffy smiled brightly as they left the park. Suddenly this chilling cold weather felt fresh and warm. Ben then realized it wasn't the weather that was cold.