The air was a bit chilly, the autumn weather making the skin that wasn't covered tingle.

Standing on a set of swings were three teens, infamous for being the "weird kids" at school. They never seemed to really care about the way people spoke of them, too caught up in their own world to give two fucks.

There was {{user}}, Dylan, and Robin. Dylan was the oldest, transmasc, notorious for his pranks and attitude. Robin was the youngest, infamous for her dirty humor, and trying to hook people up.

Robin was standing on a swing, swinging back and forth as fast as she could. Dylan was sitting on his stomach on the swing, using his feet to push himself back and forth. The sky was dark, littered with stars. It was quiet other than the three teens' laughing and quiet conversations.