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the boy sat in a corner of the dusty room fingering his left thumb. fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous or just gassy or something...mostly gassy i guess...he had problems with gas...the boy always sat in a corner. corners are comfortable places...he was thinking about the hill beyond the stream where he used to play with his friends...when they were his age, of course...not anymore. once when he crossed the stream and ran towards the hill he noticed something different.
within a cave on the hill beyond the stream (where he used to play with his friends!!) there was a neat straw bed...very comfy...yellow it was...and it seemed quite comfy.


the boy used to play with this girl who used to play with him until it became quite obvious that he wasn't really listening to what she said. he would stare at her lips move. the gross but at the same time strangely inviting pink tongue moving about here and there correcting the passage of air making sure the words came out right...as if anybody would worry about what she was saying...heck even i would've just sat there staring at her lips move and the tongue and all...the boy had only just noticed her watery eyes...she always had watery eyes...very moist hahaha


stop repeating information dude...ok....what did the girl look like?


she was kind of small...but not too short...i have no idea what age she was...whatever age kids are when they play around streams that have hills beyond them. she had watery eyes of a colour that i can't describe...maybe it was yellow...yeah yellow eyes as in the iris...or the whatever...the thing in the middle which in my case is brown...hers was yellow...some cats have yellow eyes...not like jaundice...just unusual, yellow eyes...a girl with long dark hair (we all like long dark hair or lang dork hair) a pretty nose (that too) with large watery bright yellow eyes. she used to talk a lot...say loads of pointless things...the boy used to pay attention until he noticed her lips move for the first time...i mean he had seen them move before but this one time he just kind of stopped and thought to himself, "whoa..."


"whoa?" he thought "whoa?" he didn't think anything better than whoa?


stop interrupting me goddamnit...i'm slow enough as it is...yes he thought whoa...what else did you think he would think?



well...honestly...i was thinking more along the lines of...er...well...just get on with it...forget it.


right, then...so the boy, he was a quiet boy...and the girl was fond of him...


why do you think she was fond of him???


for one thing...she made him notice how her lips used to move when she talked and how her tongue was all pink and gross but yummy...and she used to smile very wide when she would see him looking at her but not quite looking...staring...well just the lips...or maybe the tongue...


i'm beginning to wonder if there's going to be more to this story than a girl's tongue and her lips or her goddamn yellow eyes...


you forgot her long dark hair...we all love long dark hair...but anyhoo...let's move on...so the girl like all girls knew what to do even before she knew what she was doing...or why...


er...what the hell is that supposed to mean?? what exactly did she know about what???


girly stuff you freakin' nazi...i don't know...she just knew...girls come prepared to slay boys...their weapons are nice and soft...and gross...and so on and so forth...dude try to think more freely...if i tell you everything then where's the fun of getting different whatsits from the whosits?


ahan...right...so this girl she was pretty and knew it...so what then?


right so in your own words, the girl was pretty and she knew it...so then one day the boy crossed the stream and saw something strange...there was a cave that he hadn't noticed before...


i thought he noticed the damn cave in the first paragraph??? how many caves are there????


DUDE...it's the same bloody cave...i just left the story off in the first paragraph and now we're getting back to it...it's how this story works...bear with me you mutant. ANYWAY...ahem...so anyway...the boy found the goddamn cave and there was a comfy bed of straw in it...all yellow and nice...and the boy was reminded of the girl with the yellow eyes...so he decided to go back and bring her with him...nice comfy place...must bring girl...must.


didn't he think about the comfy bed of straw?? i mean if i went into a cave and saw a comfy bed of straw...i'd think that somebody was living there or maybe it's a bear...why not investigate the cave??? why go bring the girl???


because the girl had yellow eyes and the straw was yellow as well...and her lips moved so nicely and her tongue was all gross and yummy.


ok shut up about that dude...i get the picture...so the boy was nuts about the girl...the girl was making him nuts...there's a comfy bed in the story now...i see where this is going...you did say that these were playing-age kids...ok...? don't get porno on me...i have my limitations...


dude...just let me finish the damn story...just shut up for a minute...i've already been up all night because you've been saying all sorts of crap and i'm tired and i want to finish this story so that you'd shut up and i could go to bed...otherwise i'm taking the freakin xanax...
dude...first off...there's only two pills left...secondly...are you threatening me??
ahem...so the boy ran back to the garden where beneath the large tree there was a red swing...and the grass was so green it could make you wish shoes were banned and the apples on the trees smelt like her hair...or vice versa...and he saw her sitting on the steps of her pretty little cottage where her parents lived with her and her cat that she loved. it was summer...so warm, so nice...weird flowers sprouting up everywhere...
i bet there were some in your anus too...i hate summer...the sun...too fiery...
right well...everything smelt like grass and flowers and bees and honey and cats and pies and cookies and all sorts of expensive polo sport type cologne shit...that i will never be able to afford...
hahahahaha...
so he went up to her...this boy...he walked up to her and looked in her eyes...how can one look directly inside yellow eyes is beyond me...but he could look deep inside her eyes...she wondered what he was wondering...there was a lot of wondering in the air...along with polo sport type smells...but before she could wonder much he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the steps of her house and took her running away with him at full speed.
how fast do you reckon were they going?
i dunno...kids with small legs...i'd say maybe...ten miles per hour...? i seriously don't know for sure...i'm not even sure how fast ten miles is...i mean it was fast at that age...i guess i could've beaten them...mostly because the girl was slowing them down...she was kind of excited i guess...running off somewhere...it was summer man...running with boys in summer...i wouldn't recommend it...boys think faster in summer...
please tell me that that was just a dumb comment and nothing that you've actually researched...
yeah so i made it up...let's assume that it's true...but in anycase...this particular girl is strong...smart...you can see it in her eyes...i mean she's kind of small but you can tell she'd be very pretty when she's all growed up...so anyway....the boy ran away with the girl...and they ran through the something till they got to the stream and she stopped...refused to move another step...
why??
i'm not sure yet...i think...maybe she couldn't swim??? or just didn't like the water...or maybe she'd never crossed the stream before...i dunno...she seemed scared...such a pretty girl shouldn't look scared...unless...well unless you know she'd only run to you.
you're getting gay in your old age...i assume that that's why people take girls to watch scary movies?
obviously...so the girl was scared...didn't want to move...the boy was looking at her and then for no reason just put his hand on her cheek...


be careful...i mean it.


he just touched her cheek man...there's nothing wrong with that...so anyhoo the yellow eyed girl just stared back at the boy...maybe she was amused by the fact that the boy had touched her cheek...the boy meanwhile brushed her hair back a bit from in front of her eyes...because that's the part he liked best.
you mean that's the part YOU like best...
yeah right well it's not like he could've felt up her boobies or something...we're talking about kids...plus this girl has yellow eyes...i would kill for yellow eyes...very beautiful yellow eyes...more girls should have yellow eyes that tell no lies...remember that poem i once wrote?
yeahhhh...post that once you're done with this...unless you've already posted it...i don't remember...
neither do i...anyhoo...the boy brushed her hair back from in front of her eyes and held her hand tighter in his...he imagined that he must love the girl
good God not the L word!!!!!
it's not my fault you bastard...by the way...you were the one who was complaining about "whoa" so i'm just making this interesting...so anyhoo...he didn't do much except stare at her eyes...naturally she stared back...and girls know stuff in summers...or this one did...so when the boy turned and took her with him, she crossed the stream without a complaint.
big deal...so the wussy girl crossed the stream...big deal.
the boy took her to the cave he had found...by now the girl was mortally afraid but kept her grip on the boy's hand firm...the boy didn't mind...who would?
not if the girl was ugly...and this one has yellow eyes and a pretty nose and what-not.
right so the girl was afraid...but she kind of had a thing for the boy and didn't want to run away...she was kind of strong...didn't want the boy to know exactly how afraid she was...i mean the boy could tell she was afraid but not how much afraid...plus he had practically no idea what possible reason she could have to be afraid...it was a nice cave...with a comfy straw bed.
the boy took the girl with him and sat on the comfy straw bed...she was hesitant...but then she sat...she was kind of shaking with fright at this point...so she hugged the boy and closed her eyes...shut them tight...
dude...not only is this getting horrendously gay but also i fear i don't see a point...
the boy was kind of startled...hugging...that's just weird...but her hair smelt like apples...so nice...kind of gay but you can't help it...everybody likes the smell of apples...so so sooooo nice...
yeah...i guess it was this point...when the boy was thinking about what to do next...whether he should run away...or not...unhug the hug perhaps...tell her he loved her for no reason...or something anything...any goddamn thing...although he liked the silence...but he was afraid the girl might get all awkward and crap...she ws already seemingly freaking out...more to the point...our boy had not imagined a relationship more mature than one that leads to hugging...because kissing causes babies...and we can't have that...plus it's more than just gross...it's double gross...it's like spit and stuff...plus the boy wasn't sure about such a long term commitment...he didn't have a job anyway to support a family, where would the children go to school?
dude...you're ranting...get on with it.
right so it was that point...when the boy was unsure and the girl was holding on tight that a shadow came upon the entrance of the cave...the boy opened his eyes...and over the girl's head he saw a man standing in the entrance... the girl turned around, saw her father and nearly screamed...but she knew it would only be worse if she did...i suppose she thought everything would be fine with the boy by her side...but now the boy seemed small...a child...she didn't hate her father...i guess she was...confused...or something...

"aaah my sweet little whore...what are you doing here???you know this is our secret place...you love your daddy here...and you've brought a little friend...you know i warned you never to tell anybody...i suppose i'll have to punish you and your little boyfriend...you know how daddy hates tattle tales...sigh...oh well...what must be done...must be done...you boy...this may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to...hahahahaha"

the boy sat in a corner of the dusty room fingering his left thumb...fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous or just gassy or something. mostly nervous i guess...the boy always sat in a corner...corners are comfortable places...he was thinking about a hill beyond the stream where he used to play with his friends...but mostly just about the fact that the yellow eyed girl...he loved so much was kind of...well...dead.

i dunno man...i write better than you do...this was gay.