- Created By Crehea
Unnecessary Wheat
Unnecessary wheat
By Crehea
The wind blew lightly, the sun was half covered by puffy, pure white clouds, and the flowers were popping out of their pots to smile at the passing neighbors. Spring was finally here and it was perfect. Perfect for my upcoming day with my friend Chris.
Chris and I loved the outdoors but Chris liked it just a bit more. Every Saturday we’d go walking around in various places and just talk. Well, it wasn’t just talking. We were friends with benefits, and even if I did have feelings for him, I would be okay with our status as of now.
We met at the little stone bridge that connected to the golf course right beside my house. Chris was late and I was impatient.
Before he got there, I decided to get on a rock in the river and keep balance on it till I heard him coming.
“Are you kidding me,” I heard him say with a deep sigh to follow along with it.
Quietly, I jumped up and gripped the cold stone edge. It took me a bit to get myself up but luckily he was getting out his phone. Before my cell phone blasted the ring tone I picked out for him, I screamed out his name.
He cursed as he turned to face me. “You were late,” I said and begun to stick my tongue out at him. Hanging on a bridge ledge and over water was a mistake when it was Chris who would be the one to help me over it.
“How are you going to get down,” he grinned for pay back.
In the end, I begged for help and before I lost the feeling in my fingers he helped me over the wall of the bridge. His prize, a look up my shorts. It would have been a kiss but hey I caught him when he was helping me up.
After our little argument about the prize we headed to the gold course. We sneaked past the gate by going into the forest of unnecessary wheat that grew every spring and died every fall. There were snakes in there, which bothered me. Chris liked to pretend to hold one up and throw it at me. Got me every time and we had to run faster just in case someone checked where the screams came from.
“He was ok,” I told him. “The amusement park, I mean common it has to be fun.”
“We should go,” he said. I nodded.
“Can you believe t? I actually went on a roller coaster. Almost puked my brains out but hey I made it.”
Chris made a small laugh from the bottom of his throat and smiled. “You like them now?”
“Of course not!” I smiled “I will never go on again.”
“I’ll drag you on,” he grinned.
I bumped hips with him. “I’m too fast for you.”
Chris picked me up right then and spun me so that my long legs lifted up into the air and over the fresh cut grass. I complained at first but when I was let down, I wanted him to do it again.
In the golf course, I found a sand dune that we could make masterpiece sand castles in. Who cared if we act like kids, no one would see. He watched me roll down into the sand dune before he jumped in and stole my sandals. I never liked my feet. They bothered me and he knew.
At first it was a wrestling match to get my sandals back but the next minute we were kissing. It was as if our lips were magnets, when one of us pulled away the other moved toward the other to kiss again.
It felt right to kiss him but something always spoiled us. Usually it was golfers but this time it was the sound of his phone blaring in his pocket that interrupted us.
Even when he didn’t want to answer it and continue, I didn’t. I was off to the side and he sat up to answer it.
“Hey,” he answered. I listened to the sound of the girl’s voice. She was very loud. Normally he would have been avoiding my eyes but I was texting now. He knew who I was texting and he didn’t like it.
I texted about how much fun I had at the amusement park and the boy responded fast. It made me smile that someone noticed me.
“I can hang later,” Chris said to the girl. It made me look up but him starring at me made me look back down to fiddle with my phone case. “Yup I will call you when I’m heading there. See ya,” he closed his phone and I texted back my friend.
“Who you texting,” he played the innocent act and rested his head on my thigh. I looked past the phone to look at him. Thud. Thud. Shut up you.
“John, he had fun last night. He wants to hang soon.” I told him what the text said that I had just opened. “I thought you two were done?”
It took him a second but then he responded. “We are.”
I left it alone. Chris had a really bad break up with that girl. I never saw him like that before and I didn’t want to fight with him for it would get nowhere. I texted John and he closed the phone on my finger.
“Ow, that hurt,” I said bringing my finger up to my mouth to kiss it. He smiled only because I used that silly voice which reminded everyone I was ok and ready to play around, when all truly I didn’t. It was better if everyone was happy even me.
The day past and after catching frogs, running from golfers, and rolling down large amounts of hills we ended up on a bridge that led across another forest of wheat. I stood on the railing balancing myself across it. “You should go. You’ll be late if you don’t.”
He sighed and looked at the clock on his phone. “You’ll be ok?”
“I’m a big girl Chris, I can walk home,” I smiled. He made me sit on the railing so he could kiss me before he went off.
I stayed like that and watched him off. The back of him was nice with him being skinny and then having a curve when you got to his love handles, but it made me sad to see him walk off. He would see that girl, he would make up with her, he would date her, and I would be alone on Saturdays once again.
The palms of my hands rubbed deep into my eyes as I found myself crying. “You idiot,” I screamed against my hand.
“You know that’s mean.” I looked over to see him standing there smiling. I was crying and he was smiling. It pissed me off but I was too happy to see him there.
“What about-“
“I told her I couldn’t.” He shrugged. “I wanted to make sure some big girl got home safe.”
I smiled and my butt rubbed against the wooden arm of the bridge as I tried to lift myself off it. We began to walk along the bridge when he said, “You still crying?” His face was close to mine.
“No!” I rubbed my face into my arm. “Just the remains.” I told him.
He smiled and I joined in. His large skinny hand held my small fragile hand, fingers intertwined. His thumb would rub against the side of my pointer and over my knuckle. It made me feel better and it brought me closer to him when we walked so our shoulders touched.
It was like any movie, there was a sunset, there was the boy of your dreams, and now just that kiss would seal the deal. It all ended though. At least I thought. My phone beeped and as I reached to answer the text, Chris stopped me.
“Don’t.”
I didn’t and we walked still hand in hand up a hill. Everything washed over me and it felt like someone slapped me in the face. “You’re so weird…” was the best thing that could come out of my mouth.
He understood what I meant and he let go of my hand this time. Bam! Shut up gun.
The back of him made me look away again but I felt his hand go to my arm. “Anna,” his voice was so calm, so deep, so… breathe taking.
“Please just stop…” My walls began to build as my body began to crack inside.
There were no words just arms wide around me squishing me tight against him. I finally cracked all over again and balled my eyes out on his white shirt.
“I’m sorry.” His kiss was hot against the skin on my cheek.
“No-“
He interrupted.”I always loved you. I just keep it down so if my heart wonders I don’t hurt you but now... now I just want you to be with me. Only me. No one else.”
I bursted into double the amount of tears his shirt already encountered. My fingers curled along the back of his shirt and he held me there. Held me even when the sun settled down, held me when flashlights shined upon us from the workers, held me like no one else has ever had.
In the distance I could see the forest of wheat dancing with the wind as me and Chris were handcuffed for trespassing. I would come back with Chris soon enough and go through that unnecessary wheat to enter another memory with him.
Thanks for reading guys. I really like the story maybe not so much the last paragraph but i still like it. :) <3
Chapter 1 Plated Fake
Plated Fake
by Crehea
It was a few days after our April vacation when I met… him. My life as it was was fine before. He changed me and even though I experienced it, I never truly saw what was in the eyes of others before me. Not being well liked before in front of my school, had changed for the worse but I stood my ground only focusing on what was important. That was him.
*
My name is Eric Parlini and I am the well known bully at Sea Side Memorial High School. I got the role of it when a girl in middle school accused me of hitting her. I didn’t but my face was never a happy one. It didn’t convince my innocence. After that, I began wearing what any bully would wear. Black shirts, chains, spiked color, and varieties of skinny pants I wore. It was meant to be a statement but I just created the definition of a stereo type.
I was coming back from the arcade where I just beat the latest high score on Pac man. Original high score was 2,323,360. Mine was even better, 3,333,360. It’s a good way to get out of that crammed house of mine. At the arcade there was no mother nailing me down about how I should work harder in school, no kids playing throw the rock at the Parlini’s window, and there was definitely no one in sight from my school.
Today was a good day. Tomorrow I hoped would be a good day. School though would never be a good day. For now I would take in the sweet smell of coffee and donuts from the Dunkin Donuts that I passed everyday on my way home from the arcade.
If it wasn’t for the smell I would pass out. Mr. Johan’s garbage was never a good sign especially when it was piled up to be a classic greasy bank of leftover takeout.
Right on schedule, I passed Ms. Kinning gardening in the front of her yard. She never liked me, but I smiled anyways. Next was old grandma Jerkins who would be knitting away on her porch. A fair hello would always come out of her shaky lips. On school days, I always helped her around the house before I went to work. She never made me do outside work even though I think it would be best sometimes for people to see that side of me. Then there was Patricia Williams who always told me how many wrinkles grew on my forehead and how many would stay like that permanently. I never did anything wrong to her, she just got caught up in the rumors and knew how to tick me off.
As I passed by her, she never stopped. There was nothing next on my schedule but to go to my house and expect my mother to be there with a plate of food on the dinning table, telling me how much she loved to make the meal. But today was different. Outside my house was a boy pacing from the sidewalk to the street edge.
His black dress up shoes were being scratched up from how he dragged his feet as he paced. The ends of his white, pleated pants were covered in mud and pieces of grass. His opened striped dobby shirt, a type of flannel shirt, he wore had been missing two buttons and was waving back to show his clean white under shirt. The hair reminded me of Trisha Adam’s hair. She was a girl from my class who’d cut her long hair into such a short bob cut. It was very short but the bangs seemed to move over one side. What surprised me the most was how shiny a man could get his hair these days.
My attention found a better source when I saw my mother’s short bread cake sitting in the open window on the side of the house. The smell flew around in the air just like how the Dunkin Donuts coffee smells around Main Street did. All I wanted was to sink my teeth in the soft deliciousness of my mom’s cake and to savor her homemade cream cheese frosting.
My feet seemed to have a mind of their own and my heart was beating away. The goal today was made, I would finish dinner and have a good helping of that vanilla goodness, but there was one problem. The boy paced right in front of my steps and it would be battle to get past him.
His feet shifted and pivoted from each end of the sideway in front of my house. Even trying to pick the right time to fly up my steps was out of the question. What was wrong with him? If he was waiting for me he would have talked to me already, right?
He spoke, his voice sounding like it had not hit puberty yet. “Why do females always have to wear wedding dresses? Why not tuxedos?” He yelled this time on the last sentence. His next sentence made him unfocused for he tripped over his own foot but gathered himself up just enough not to fall. “I mean come on! Woman wear the pants most of the time.”
The questions made me pause even if they were not directed to me. I made a little sound from my throat before I was about to ask him if he could move but then he noticed me. His face went so close to mine that I could smell the mint of the gum he last chewed. “Do you think woman are just as capable as men are? They are strong right?”
A faint heat had risen from the end of my dry throat to the strong bones of my cheeks. A simple question, why was I so flustered about this? When he noticed my face going to a lobster color, he pulled away from my face and paced one last time.
“I will think of something… Something that will surpass those morons.” The pacing had stopped but he was already taking off down the street. His head was raised high and the way he moved his arms made him look like he was a robot that was freshly oiled.
Were girls strong? At school they seem pretty skinny to me. So no, no they weren’t strong if I could pick them up and snap them in half. Then there was the big busty girls. They would crush me if I was under them but was that really strength? No, girls were not strong. I would tell him that the next time I saw him, if there was a next time. Some odd reason, I hoped for a next time.
*
David was my closest friend in Sea Side Memorial High School. He saw how sensitive I was and how kind I really was inside of me and accepted me for who I am. Sometimes, though, I had the feeling he was using me to get the other guys away from the girls at our school. I had to erase that feeling because David told me we were friends.
“Dude,” David’s low voice woke me from day dreaming, along with a five star to the back. “Lay off with the creepy smile. The girls ran off,” his sigh was heavier than the last one I heard.
“Sorry…” Ever since I hit puberty my structure and facial expressions scared others. I couldn’t go around smiling because many thought I was mad and would hit them. When I was upset the still thought the same. There never was a time where I was angry, upset maybe but never angry.
“It’s `ight,” David never use to use slang but the more others did it the more he caught up on it. It annoyed me because I never understood why you had to talk like an idiot, but it wasn’t my voice saying those words so I left it alone.
When the girls came around the corner David was already shoving his hands in his pockets and walking like his legs had an enormous rock between them. It wasn’t hard to use a belt to hold up pants. He seemed to stop when that boy I met in front of my house was mixed in the group. The boy blended in well with the girls with that hair of his.
The first thing that caught my attention was his moving lips. They were so small to be a boys and I never saw such healthy ones on a boy either. I kept thinking about it till I realized my heart beat was increasing.
This was bad. I could feel the edges of my mouth making its way up to form my smile. The smiled that everyone thought I was planning their death when I looked at them. At least that was the rumor.
“Jordan, he is starring at you,” one girl had said. Those brown eyes had reached up to my own for a second. I was relived that he hadn’t cringed or frowned yet.
“Have we met before?”
Those words were thrown at me and hit me hard as if I was struck by lightning. I heard something, like snapping, inside and I wasn’t sure if it had been my spine cracking when I bent down or if cracked something else. It had to be my spine cracking when I bent down or if I cracked something else. It had to be
my spine.
I must have been babbling because David hit my shoulder to get my attention. “They left…” My head bowed again. “What is with you, dude? Last time you did that kind of smile you were starring at Courtney McCaughey. Dude… Jordan?”
It didn’t hurt but my neck cracked when I lifted my head. David jumped and I was shaking my head faster than usual. “No, you got it all wrong. That kid was at my house the other day and he wouldn’t leave. He asked me about girls and other shit. No he wasn’t even asking me. He would have remembered me if he was.” I found myself babbling again.
David was choking up a laugh. His hand was balled into a fist and was pressing against his smiling mouth. “Dave I mean it.”
“I got it. Don’t worry dude, you’re secret safe with me.” He never stopped smiling.
*
I found myself, the next few weeks, locked in the locker room. I locked it myself. The gym teacher gave me the key a long time ago because I was his assistant and would come in at the end of my class to help set up the equipment for the next class. I just wanted to be alone at this point.
In my locker, was a pile of papers that I brought with me to read. “Faggot… Cock sucker…” The list went on with little drawings off to the side on some.
I didn’t even like Jordan. Why did Jordan have to be at my house that day? Why did he ask those weird questions? Why am I being bullied? I didn’t do anything to anyone. So I look scary and they took it the wrong way but that didn’t mean I was a bad guy.
My heart banged against my chest each time I said his name. His name was setting me off. “Stop…” I kicked the door of the locker room. “Just stop it! I’m normal. Normal!”
The door of the locker room opened and Jordan was there with the key in his hand. How’d he get the key? I wouldn’t know. His mouth opened to speak but I got there first. “I hate you!”
His hands raised while his foot closed the door shut. “Eric.”
“Oh so now you know who I am. Go tell everyone that we are not together. I am a guy. That is just… disgusting!”
“Would you shut the hell up?” This was the second time I heard him yell. “Who cares if a guy likes another guy? It’s normal. A quarter of this school is filled with gays but people like you make it the biggest deal in the world. Just leave them out of this.” He didn’t stop. Jordan made me to sit down and listen to the lecture. It still bothered me though. “This isn’t your concern in this case anyways.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I am being called a faggot because of you,” if I raised my voice would he leave me alone like everyone else did?
“I didn’t say anything. You did this to yourself. No offence either but you are not my type.” Jordan opened a locker that was near the locker room door. I watched as he reached around in a bag and pulled out something that looked like a plus size, white bandage you would use to wrap around your knee.
“What is that?” My feet took off toward him and my hands touched what he held. I had seen my mother have something like it when I was in her room.
“I will tell you a secret, but if I find out you told someone don’t be surprised if you wake up in a ditch somewhere.” Chills ran down my spine after hearing how serious his tone was.
“I promise on my life,” I raised my hand and laid my right hand over my heart.
Jordan nodded and the unexpected came up. His fingers curled along his shirt and he was raising it over his head.
My hands pulled it down and he tried to pry my hands off. “What are you doing?” I yelled.
“Let go and I will show you, you moron.”
“Only if you promise not to touch me or take…”
He interrupted with a sharp yell. “I promise now let go!”
My hands fell to my sides hitting along the chains that were attached to my pockets. I decided to grip the chains and roll them along my fingers so that the cold silver would calm me down.
Jordan lifted his shirt to reveal a white tank top. A sigh escaped my lips as I was relieved that it was only that but he took that one off too and my heart and brain felt like it was going to explode.
A bandage was tightly wrapped around his upper chest and down to where his ribs ended. So he was hurt? “What does this have to do with anything? I get hurt all the time.”
He whipped the bandage that he had pulled out of his bag at my face. “It’s a breast binder you idiot,” he harshly whispered instead of yelled.
Time just stopped. The clock, which hung over the door, ticked loud in my ear. Jordan became blurry and blank and the last thing I heard was her voice calling my name ever so lightly.
*
Her secret was safe with me. I made sure I threw it all the way in the back of my heart and locked it with the key, which I would give to her.
The school still bullied me and my status as bully was no longer plated on the front of my forehead. The girls were still scared of my smile but Jordan accepted it.
When I asked Jordan to hang out with me, she always showed up even after she said she wouldn’t come. I waited and she called me a fool.
I was a fool but Jordan never meant it. Jordan listened to me even when she didn’t look like she was listening. She never talked about herself like David did either, but Jordan was not like David. Jordan was nice to me and let me down easy.
I will never give up. I want to know her more even if that means me having a plate on my head that read gay. High school would be over soon and I wouldn’t have to see those people ever again.
Crush?
Crush?
by Crehea
My heart pounded that day. The day his long skinny fingers sunk and held up the ends of my long brown hair. It was the best day of my life because that’s the day when I truly realized I fell in love with him.
We weren’t together, we never would be. I just wish we could be though… I love him but he loves me like a sister. I didn’t want him to leave me. I was happy where I stood.
His ex-girlfriend, still friends with him, how did she end up dating him but I stay wrapped in the “do not enter” tape. I wish I could be her to know what it was like to hold his hand, to comfort him and share a kiss.
He wasn’t the best boyfriend though, he loved the pleasure he got from the girls he dated. If that wasn’t enough another one would come and satisfy his taste. Yes, I know that he wasn’t the perfect choice but you couldn’t see what I saw.
To my eyes, he was gentle and wished for my happiness. He didn’t want me upset. He lifted that fence to protect me from his problem. Like all fences, there is a way to get around it. I never listened. I just wanted to be there.
“I am such a bastard,” he once told me. His hands covering his face, didn’t stop me from trying to sneak a peek to see if he cried of not. He usually never did but there were times where he cracked.
“It’s ok I’m right here,” I reassured him. Those arms of his wrapped around me from the back, he would never let me see his face after those words.
Everyone needs help even though they aren’t the best of people. I wasn’t the best either, I was always so angry at the world. I just wanted to be loved. When I was upset, he never did let go. His hands were always screwed into my arms. They never seemed to loosen.
My shoving, kicking, and struggles were never enough, but that never stopped me from a little tussle with him. I knew I would lose at the end but the thing was I was selfish. I wanted him to care. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to say I wasn’t alone. I wanted to be smile at the end knowing he cared about me.
“Let me go would you,” I yelled at him. “I shouldn’t be around when I’m upset like this. You’ll just get hurt!”
“No I’m not letting you do that. You won’t hurt me. You shouldn’t be alone in your state,” he told me bringing me down into his lap. His arms locked around mine as I cried and lowered my face so he would never see me cry.
Still after all those experiences we’ve been through he still refuses. He refuses to let me in to his heart. He keeps a distance at times which I hate but I’m happy. I’m happy that I can stay by his side. Sure I have to recover from the heartache but I wouldn’t want it any other way. It always just a child’s crush or was it?
Positives not Negatives
Positives not Negatives
By Crehea
“That’s great!” the boy’s low voice, that cracked, said through the blackberry phone.
“I know, this will help so much on my college application,” her voice squeaked with excitement. “But I have to go now. My sisters are tarring up the living room again. Bye hun.”
“Bye,” he said as the phone clicked.
The boy’s hair covered his eyes as he lifted his pale scrawny arm over his face. “Crap… She made another team,” he said slamming his fist down onto his sheets
***
“Stacy!” The boy called running from his car to her. He stopped, bending over, with his hands on his boney knees, and his breath taken away from the ice cold wind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to miss your game. I just-“
“Its fine,” she giggled. “You’re here now, so why don’t we just hang at my house. I really need to change,” her legs shook from the whistling wind. Stacy was in blue and yellow jersey and blue shorts. She didn’t wait long but the wind was brutal.
He quickly took off his sweater and put it around her shoulders. He walked her to the car trying to block the wind from her body.
Stacy got into the car and he raced to the other side jumping over a snow bank.
“It’s so cold out,” she complained. She put his black sweater on as he rubbed his hand on her thigh fast to get some goose bumps away.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, she told him the main highlights of the game. “But in the end we won,” she sung.
He pulled into the traffic not saying a word about the game. His calm steady face worried her.
“You ok?” She asked him kicking her shoes off and lifting her feet up onto the leather seats.
“I’m fine,” he told her looking around at the traffic.
“Um no you’re not. You’re never this quiet unless you’re troubled.”
His leg bounced as he held onto his steering wheel. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something,” she said fast. She wasn’t going to give up and he hated that. “You can tell me John. You know I am here for you.”
He sighed but didn’t look at her. It was too painful for him to see her reaction. “I don’t think I deserve you.”
It was silent in the car but outside cars’ horns beeped to move the traffic.
“Why would you say that?” She finally asked.
“Stacy you’re so popular. You have so much people that like you and I-I’m just a wall in your way. We are different. You friends don’t even like me.”
From the corner of his eye he saw her hand lift. Her finger flicked the side of his cheek. “Ow.”
“You’re an idiot. I have friends that like you. You’re not a wall in my way and who cares if we are different!”
He looked at her, his heart calm yet beating. Her warm smile washed away the sadness in him. If he wasn’t on the road he would hug her tight and not let go.
“John we are perfect for each other. I don’t know how to describe it but each other. I don’t know how to describe it but I do love you. I truly do and I need you or there will be a wall in my way if you’re gone. I will feel empty without you,” tears ran down her cheek.
“Stacy, I’m sorry.” His hands let go of the wheel and wrapped around her. “I’m sorry, I love you too. I’m sorry.”
She hugged back rubbing her tears on his red skull shirt. “I know, just don’t say that ok?”
“Ok,” he said. He lifted his chin off her shoulder and his lips touched her for the time being.
The traffic though was no more. Except for the people in the line behind them that moved around them to honk and yell at the two lovers.
But they didn’t care, they were in love.
"S-O-U-N-D-S"
“S-O-U-N-D-S”
By Crehea
“C-O-D-Y,” she sounded out each letter after jumping up onto his back. He fell forward; she was too heavy for him to carry. He was only six and she was only seven.
“Get off,” he struggled to push her off. She rolled off him but couldn’t stop as she rolled down a steep dead grassed hill.
His eyes, wide, watched her roll straight into the nearby green, trashed pond. “M-Molly!”
His small legs rushed down the hill, stumbling onto his knees, scraping them badly, and back up toward the pond.
She splashed as her eyes were closed tight. Molly didn’t scream but she tried her hardest to stay up till Cody got to her.
“Molly!” he yelled again as he laid onto his stomach over the little ledge that blocked the water from going over the top. His hand tried to reach for her waving hand but he couldn’t grab it. “Molly take my hand,” Cody told her calmly.
Her eyes opened,terrified, and one hand splashed as the other reached for his.
Cody stretched more, noticing that she was sinking slowly. “Reach Molly, reach! Your momma will be sad if you don’t reach. I will be sad if you don’t reach!”
Molly stretched her skinny arm out, their fingers touching. Cody reached father his shirt touching the lily pad below him.
Soon Molly was pulled out to the point where Cody was sweating.
“Molly are you ok,” he said out of breath and sitting up.
She nodded wiping the gunk off her arms from the pond.
Cody closed his eyes, relieved. He listened closely to hear footsteps coming and her voice rang through his ears. “C-O-D-Y!”
He was on his back being crushed by Molly’s hug. “Get-“ he stopped himself. He looked at her cheerful smile and let her crush him with her hugs.
He would never lose her again.
