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This is quite a weird thing I wrote for an art contest by Yamiza, in which people were supposed to draw her original characters, 10 years old Jeremy and Kevin. Yes, I know it was an art contest, but even when I do draw, my scanner is the shit, and I don't own a digital camera, so I can't really upload my art to the computer.
Sooo, writing it is. Hopefully she won't mind, specially since I only discovered this like, an hour ago, and the deadline was, erm, today. (I think...) Her art is amazing, btw, and HP fans, her Malfoy is THE Malfoy. Go watch her.
Jeremy decides the world is fair and bright the day Kevin gets a piece of pepperoni caught in his braces, and the way he keeps frowning everytime someone laughs in his face will be etched in Jeremy’s memory forever.
Kevin walks around the school smiling even more widely in hopes to appease the laughter that’s followed him for the entire day, and Jeremy sniggers behind a potted plant as he sees two girls turn around a corner to avoid the not-so-perfect-after-all Kevin with their lips curling in distaste. Unfortunately, said boy catches him.
“What’s your problem?” Kevin asks him angrily through the plant, his face framed in the green as if he was some wild creature from fairy tales. Grandma Myriam once said Kevin looked like an elf, and the boy was self-conscious of his ears for an entire week, using horrible hats for school. The memory of the blond boy covering his ears with a look of horror is one Jeremy has always treasured.
“Me? Oh, no I don’t have any problem.” Jeremy smiles and goes out to the hallway, whispering goodbye to the plant with his fingertips. “Your teeth though, seem to have one.”
Kevin’s eyes narrow, and Jeremy walks slowly away, whistling and trying to look casual as his Rival/Friend/Lord-knows-what stews in anger and suspicion behind him.
“Do not,” is Kevin’s very much mature response, in the tone he uses everytime someone mocks his braces. Kevin doesn’t get it, and Jeremy basks in the feeling of cleverness that gives him.
“Do too,”
“Do not!” (Kevin’s hands turn into fists, the anger Jeremy knows so well sipping into his voice.)
“Do too!” (Jeremy turns to face him, the joy of conquest singing in his blood.)
Both boys launch at the same time, and they punch and kick and pull each others hair in a very undignified and (even when they would never admit it) childish way. Kevin scratches Jeremy’s face with blunt nails, and Jeremy bites him in the elbow as they roll in the ground, happy in that weird way young boys experience in a mock fight, sweaty, dirty from the dusty hallway and so utterly alive, keeping the laughter in only in respect of their dignities (big boys, after all, do not giggle).
They sit with their backs against the too gray lockers afterwards, Jeremy sporting a bleeding lip as a war wound, and Kevin moving his fringe to the right so his bruise will show more clearly. They pant and enjoy the company in silence, peaceful with the world now that the steam has been let out.
“So,” Says Kevin after a while, well into the math class neither of them bothered to go to, “Do you wanna come to my house today and try out the new Megalomix3400?” He looks ahead of him, and Jeremy wonders slightly whether the confident boy might be nervous about rejection.
“Yeah, why not. But I won’t eat those horrible carrot sticks your mother makes,” Jeremy says with a grimace. Kevin smiles at him, with that hideous piece of pepperoni still trapped in his teeth, and Jeremy thinks he may die from laughter.
Kevin pushes him into the ground, and Jeremy clutches at his stomach laying sideways and laughing too hard as Kevin walks away with a too serious to be serious frown on his face.
A fine day, indeed.
Sooo, writing it is. Hopefully she won't mind, specially since I only discovered this like, an hour ago, and the deadline was, erm, today. (I think...) Her art is amazing, btw, and HP fans, her Malfoy is THE Malfoy. Go watch her.
Jeremy decides the world is fair and bright the day Kevin gets a piece of pepperoni caught in his braces, and the way he keeps frowning everytime someone laughs in his face will be etched in Jeremy’s memory forever.
Kevin walks around the school smiling even more widely in hopes to appease the laughter that’s followed him for the entire day, and Jeremy sniggers behind a potted plant as he sees two girls turn around a corner to avoid the not-so-perfect-after-all Kevin with their lips curling in distaste. Unfortunately, said boy catches him.
“What’s your problem?” Kevin asks him angrily through the plant, his face framed in the green as if he was some wild creature from fairy tales. Grandma Myriam once said Kevin looked like an elf, and the boy was self-conscious of his ears for an entire week, using horrible hats for school. The memory of the blond boy covering his ears with a look of horror is one Jeremy has always treasured.
“Me? Oh, no I don’t have any problem.” Jeremy smiles and goes out to the hallway, whispering goodbye to the plant with his fingertips. “Your teeth though, seem to have one.”
Kevin’s eyes narrow, and Jeremy walks slowly away, whistling and trying to look casual as his Rival/Friend/Lord-knows-what stews in anger and suspicion behind him.
“Do not,” is Kevin’s very much mature response, in the tone he uses everytime someone mocks his braces. Kevin doesn’t get it, and Jeremy basks in the feeling of cleverness that gives him.
“Do too,”
“Do not!” (Kevin’s hands turn into fists, the anger Jeremy knows so well sipping into his voice.)
“Do too!” (Jeremy turns to face him, the joy of conquest singing in his blood.)
Both boys launch at the same time, and they punch and kick and pull each others hair in a very undignified and (even when they would never admit it) childish way. Kevin scratches Jeremy’s face with blunt nails, and Jeremy bites him in the elbow as they roll in the ground, happy in that weird way young boys experience in a mock fight, sweaty, dirty from the dusty hallway and so utterly alive, keeping the laughter in only in respect of their dignities (big boys, after all, do not giggle).
They sit with their backs against the too gray lockers afterwards, Jeremy sporting a bleeding lip as a war wound, and Kevin moving his fringe to the right so his bruise will show more clearly. They pant and enjoy the company in silence, peaceful with the world now that the steam has been let out.
“So,” Says Kevin after a while, well into the math class neither of them bothered to go to, “Do you wanna come to my house today and try out the new Megalomix3400?” He looks ahead of him, and Jeremy wonders slightly whether the confident boy might be nervous about rejection.
“Yeah, why not. But I won’t eat those horrible carrot sticks your mother makes,” Jeremy says with a grimace. Kevin smiles at him, with that hideous piece of pepperoni still trapped in his teeth, and Jeremy thinks he may die from laughter.
Kevin pushes him into the ground, and Jeremy clutches at his stomach laying sideways and laughing too hard as Kevin walks away with a too serious to be serious frown on his face.
A fine day, indeed.
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