Anonymous

A Story a Day
2005-01-30 22:58:53 (UTC)

BL - first crush

5:21pm
when i was maybe 6 years old, a girl moved in next door. Her name was
Hazel, and even though i don't really remember what she looked like, lets just
say she was blonde.

There was a tall hedge between our properties, terribly trimmed, with giant
ungrowable holes. a testiment to the west florida attitude of suburbia. and
one day, whilst playing in the front yard, i noticed her alone in her own yard.
she was an incredibly dirty little girl for how prissy and untight her mom was.
that day she'd dug a little hole in the dirt, among the crab grass and sand
spurs. she took her little doll and shoved it in the shallow grave, litely
brushing a bit of dirt over her body.

i knew immediately i had a crush. this is the kind of thing that turns me on.

a few days later our moms decided it'd be best to introduce us. we met from
behind their legs. people aren't born knowing how to shake hands. they
have to be taught. but we became friends. she taught me how to play house.
we was the mommy and i was the daddy. something else i had no idea how
to be.

we were too poor to get into scouts, or at least that's what we told each
other, so we made up patches. we used beer bottle caps. i don't think you
can do this anymore, but back then you could pull the plastic off the inside
and snap it bck together through your shirt. the rarer the cap the better the
deed done to earn it.

and her mother ran a bird sanctuary in her house or maybe she just loved
birds. but they had lots of birds. i remember wanting one. of my own, but
something felt wrong about buying them as she had. i spent a lot of time in
trees after that looking for birds.

Hazel was a flickle blonde and soon she was down the street at an older
boy named Evan's house. I would follow them and they would try and elude
me. Sure she still played with me, but not like she played with Evan.

One day I caught them behind his house, hidden in the bushes. they'd pulled
their pants down and were poking their little pelvis's out to touch genitals.
Evan's mom caught us and scarred the living shit out of us. i didn't want to
talk to her after that and i don't really think she knew or understood why i
was so mad at her.

it turned out i was about to move away in a few weeks anyway. my last night
Hazel crept out of her window and made her way across the lawn to my
window. there i lay, nervous and unable to sleep when i heard her small feet
climbing on the water meter to reach my sill. I didn't open the window for
her. and i heard her leave.

the next day we finsihed the packing and loaded up the moving truch.
everything happened so fast. Hazel was away at her dad's house so I didn't
get to say goodbye. I didn't even notice the present she'd left on my window
sil.

A handful of bird seed. So I could catch my own bird.




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