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Title: Black and White Boy

Image by FenNic3 from Lancashire | in writing, fiction, short stories

‘she’s coming over! Are you going to ask her out this time?’ ‘i might do.’ I stammerd, i wished he would go away, everything is so much easier with out him. ‘you wont, you’re a pussy!’ ‘i’m not a pussy,’ i muttered under my breath, but he didn’t care he just kept chatting away about how stupid i was, how scared i was and how superior he was. Jane was getting closer now: ‘look, will you just shut up!’ i warned, she was almost here and i didn’t want to have to force him to be quiet once she got here. He wouldn’t listen, and started jeering, like a six year old: ‘Peter’s realy stupid , he wont get a girl friend!’ ‘for gods sakes will you...’ ‘Peter?’ Jane interupted, ‘Who are you talking to?’ ‘no one,’ i replied hastily, ‘I’m just, i’m in a play.’ ‘right’ replied Jane, eye brows raised. That was it, and i had blown it. When Jane left, he returned, and he jeered as i told him that he had ruined my chances. The black and white boy was a clown, but not a smiley, happy, funny clown that cheered you up, he was the white faced clown with the crosses over his eyes, and plain black clothes. He lived in a feild, the most beautiful place in the world, full of colour, and life. If he had lived some where else, a duller place, he could have been better, could have been more normal, but the vibrance of the space he enhabited showed him for how dull and plain he is. You see, he has never been loved, not by anyone. I sometimes forget he isn’t real, i almost mention him to my friends, but they wouldn’t understand, no one does. The next time i saw Jane The black and white boy wasn’t around. I sidled up to her and said: ‘is your dad a robber? Because it looks like he stole the stars and put them in your eyes’ and then she swooned into my arms and i kissed her passionately. Exept, i didn’t. I sidled up to her, tripped over a chair, landed on my face and got a black eye. Not quite the “Mr. Romantic” look i had wanted to pull off, and thats when Black and white boy appeared: ‘you, are an absolute doofus!’ he laughed, so i stood up red faced and bumped into Jane, who was coming over to check i was ok. And we talked, Jane and I spoke together, properly, we spoke about polotics, her dance classes and our favourite books. Black and white boy gawped as i spoke to her, shocked by the confidence behind my every syllable. So it wasn’t the seductive first impression i had wanted to make, but it was diffinatley a start. Jane and I started to hang out more and more, much to the black and white boys displeasure, he no longer had his lonely torture toy, and had to sit on his own alot in his field. But Jane and i were getting on realy well to the extent that i thought that one day she may think of me as more than just a good friend. But then she dropped the bomb shell: ‘i’m so pleased your here! I’ve been dying to tell you!’ and she showed me a picture, and i recognised it immidiatley, the black and white boy had stripped his make up and resumed a human form, his boyish eyes gleamed in the picture, his cheeks shone rosy and he wore a bright green top. The feild behind him seemed dark and colorless. And i knew he had drained all the beauty and life from it for himself, so that he could steal the one person i wanted more than anything in the world from me, so he could keep me as his lonley torture toy.