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Skin and Bones
A Flat
After a few games – about fifty, I’d guess – someone’s heavy footsteps trudge down the steps of the stairs. I pause the game.
“Hey, Frank! Come on! I’m just about to beat you again!” Mikey’s only won the last three games or so. I’m a master of a game I never played until yesterday.
“Boys.” I look over my shoulder to see Mr. Way standing a few steps up. He looks tired.
“Got a flat,” he simply sighs, before he turns around and drag himself up the stairs again.
Mikey and Gerard immediately get up. I look up at them – confused.
Mikey walks off, but Gerard walks over to me first.
“We don’t have a jack, so me and dad hold the car while Mikey changes the tires with his fast ninja-like moves.” I giggle as I imagine Mikey in fast forward.
“We’ll be right back,” Gerard says, before he bends down and kisses the top of my head. My heart leaps, before it starts pounding in my chest.
Gerard walks off and I can’t really help but to stare at his ass as he leaves. I’ve never been very good at judging a ‘good ass’, but I’m sure Gerard’s would get an A++.
Once it’s out of view, I put down the control and get to my feet. I walk over next to Gerard’s desk and pick up my backpack. I look through it quickly, and decide to some math while I’m waiting. I’m yet to find out when the Way brothers actually do their homework.
I place my math books on Gerard’s desk – careful not to knock anything over. As stupid as I am, I forget to be careful about not pushing anything off the desk.
I quickly crouch down to pick up the big book that fell onto the floor. It’s not really a book, though. More like a note pad – or sketch book.
I hold the big, square thing in my hands, and it doesn’t take long for my own curiosity to take over. I open it up.
The first drawing is a naked tree – black and white. It looks very realistic. It’s spring, so I don’t really know what tree he’s drawn. Then again; it could be an old drawing.
I go to the far back of the book – thinking that the most recent drawing must be there – and flip through the rough pages.
I stop. I freeze.
It’s me.
I’m standing under a tree. This tree’s not naked like the other. It’s a blooming weeping willow.
I stare at me – the me in the drawing. It’s obvious that it’s me – my shaggy hair, my facial features. Though not all of it looks like me.
The clothes in the drawing is tight – very tight. And the body underneath…is thin.
I stare at the drawing for a while – taking in every feature of the person that’s supposed to look like me – before I look to the side.
I walk over to the doorway to the bathroom. I stop. I stare.
I look down at me in the drawing, and then back up at me in the mirror.
It’s not the same.
I look away, close the book and place it back on the desk, before my tears become too big and fall out of my eyes. Through the blur of the room, I grab my math homework and find my way over to Gerard’s bed.
I open the book and try to read what it says. Soon the numbers and letters become clear. And then I focus. Numbers fill up my head and it’s all I focus on.
“Hey, Frank! Come on! I’m just about to beat you again!” Mikey’s only won the last three games or so. I’m a master of a game I never played until yesterday.
“Boys.” I look over my shoulder to see Mr. Way standing a few steps up. He looks tired.
“Got a flat,” he simply sighs, before he turns around and drag himself up the stairs again.
Mikey and Gerard immediately get up. I look up at them – confused.
Mikey walks off, but Gerard walks over to me first.
“We don’t have a jack, so me and dad hold the car while Mikey changes the tires with his fast ninja-like moves.” I giggle as I imagine Mikey in fast forward.
“We’ll be right back,” Gerard says, before he bends down and kisses the top of my head. My heart leaps, before it starts pounding in my chest.
Gerard walks off and I can’t really help but to stare at his ass as he leaves. I’ve never been very good at judging a ‘good ass’, but I’m sure Gerard’s would get an A++.
Once it’s out of view, I put down the control and get to my feet. I walk over next to Gerard’s desk and pick up my backpack. I look through it quickly, and decide to some math while I’m waiting. I’m yet to find out when the Way brothers actually do their homework.
I place my math books on Gerard’s desk – careful not to knock anything over. As stupid as I am, I forget to be careful about not pushing anything off the desk.
I quickly crouch down to pick up the big book that fell onto the floor. It’s not really a book, though. More like a note pad – or sketch book.
I hold the big, square thing in my hands, and it doesn’t take long for my own curiosity to take over. I open it up.
The first drawing is a naked tree – black and white. It looks very realistic. It’s spring, so I don’t really know what tree he’s drawn. Then again; it could be an old drawing.
I go to the far back of the book – thinking that the most recent drawing must be there – and flip through the rough pages.
I stop. I freeze.
It’s me.
I’m standing under a tree. This tree’s not naked like the other. It’s a blooming weeping willow.
I stare at me – the me in the drawing. It’s obvious that it’s me – my shaggy hair, my facial features. Though not all of it looks like me.
The clothes in the drawing is tight – very tight. And the body underneath…is thin.
I stare at the drawing for a while – taking in every feature of the person that’s supposed to look like me – before I look to the side.
I walk over to the doorway to the bathroom. I stop. I stare.
I look down at me in the drawing, and then back up at me in the mirror.
It’s not the same.
I look away, close the book and place it back on the desk, before my tears become too big and fall out of my eyes. Through the blur of the room, I grab my math homework and find my way over to Gerard’s bed.
I open the book and try to read what it says. Soon the numbers and letters become clear. And then I focus. Numbers fill up my head and it’s all I focus on.