I'm working on something
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It's a bit of a sad story, courtesy of a challenge from Jonny. :3
It contains homosexuality (boy and boy), but is supposed to be set in a regular place and time and nothing magical about it.
That challenge was just for me to write something that kinda shows the consequences of bullying in the homosexual community and a bit of discrimination in race and sexual preferences.
So if you're not into anything like that, then I suggest you don't read. x3
~*~ means that it is a new entry with the other boy
xxx means that it is a new entry, but of the same boy
It begins with Chris. Then it's Domingo, so on.
~*~
Today one of my classmates for gym was staring at me. He wasn't doing it in a mean way, like with some sort of scowl on his face, but it seemed like he was just.. dazing. The other boys, the ones I am in a football team with, were laughing at them.
"Look, he's staring at you!" they laughed, pointing and almost howling with laughter. They nudged at me and pointed like if it really mattered so much.
I looked at the boy so they would leave me alone. He was looking away, but his face was stained red. They continued laughing and I only turned away.
~*~
Today, I saw a boy that I knew back in preschool. His name was Chris. When I first saw him, I was surprised to see how much he grown.. He looked really handsome too. Of course I never said it. They would call me a freak. Not like if they didn't already..
I ended up staring at him today, just admiring and gazing at him. His friends noticed and started laughing at me.
I turned away and blushed. I could feel Chris' eyes on me. I felt really uncomfortable.
~*~
I saw the same boy again. During gym, again. I thought he looked familiar so I looked at him for a while. I could tell he felt weird when I stared at him. Before I could apologize, some of my friends called me. I looked back and saw they pointed at the basketball court. I nodded and signalled them to wait.
I turned back to see the boy again. He was gone.
As if he had never been..
~*~
He was staring at me.
When I knew this, I stood there for a moment and ran away. I thought he was going to beat me to the ground like everyone else. But he didn't.
I tried looking back to find him. But he was gone.
Like if he had never been.
~*~
Today, I broke up with my girlfriend. She was being really ridiculous and a hormonal wreck; I was done with all the crap she's given me. For no reason at all, she gives it to me. I need a break.
At least half of the girls at school are hitting on me now. But I don't want a girlfriend.
I just want some solitude and peace.
~*~
I think he broke up with his girl. I laughed a little bit.
I could never take girls. I was never really interested in them. I found them annoying. But of course that's me. Everyone has their opinions.
For example, a lot of boys like girls. And some girls like girls too. I don't care because I'm completely fine with that. I think the majority of people, mainly men, are okay with the latter.
But when they hear of two men together, suddenly the men think that's stupid and wrong.
I could never grasp around that notion of it being different from two girls loving each other.
~*~
Today we were paired up for a science project. I got the boy who was staring at me. Just my luck. The last thing I need was a boy who everyone made fun of. It would center more attention around me.
I thought he would be incredibly whiny and annoying, but he was actually really quiet, shy, and most importantly, smart. He actually had the whole project plan set out, and said simply it was really good.
Before I knew what I saw saying, I asked "Are you Domingo?"
He smiled a little bit and nodded. A little tint of red formed on his cheeks.
And I felt comfortable knowing he was a childhood friend.
~*~
I've been working on a science project with Chris. It's been coming up really good. Since he's always with the jocks, I figured he'd be stupid and mean like them. But he's pretty smart and nice. In fact, he actually complimented my idea for the project display.
I'll enjoy the next few weeks that we have the task for.
~*~
The project is due tomorrow. I think it looks fantastic. Domingo has it at his house, but we worked on it here at my house. He just thought it'd be better if he worked on the final writing pieces for it.
He's really quiet at school, like a ghost. He's the guy that doesn't really have any friends, if any. People think he's the strangest guy, and I used to think it too. You know, when we got to middle school. He was pretty cool in Elementary.
But outside of school, I find that he's a very happy and positive person. Or at least he acts like it. It's surprising he can do that when he's bullied all the time.
I've told him many times that he can find me around at school if he wanted to chill with me, but he never actually comes because he's really shy. I think he's just worried about the jocks that are always around me.
It's always their fault for everything, I guess.
~*~
We got the highest score for our project today. I stayed up late to work on the essay for it. I didn't want to have Chris stay up late too. I figured that I would do it by myself.
He gave me a high five and told me I was awesome.
Today was a pretty good day.
~*~
I have a football game tomorrow. I've wanted to ask Domingo to come, but I think my friends would have something against it.
It's not that he embarrasses me, but I'm only doing it to keep Domingo safe from them. They'll make fun of him and I don't really want that to happen.
He'll understand.
~*~
I went to his football game. He was the star of the game. I cheered for him the whole time. I think he saw me, because he waved.
I was happy.
~*~
We're having a Christmas exchange. We got to pick out people, but we didn't tell anyone who we got. Our homeroom teacher went around with a clipboard, marking off names. I was last, and when she got to me, Domingo was the only one that was left.
I'm not whining, though I was planning to chose one of the jocks.
I wonder who got me, because Domingo was somewhere around the middle and I'm positive that someone chose me before he got the chance.
~*~
I had to pick a random person for the Christmas exchange. When the clipboard came around to me, Chris was already marked off.
I'm disappointed. That doesn't mean I can't try to get him something, though.
~*~
It's our last day before winter break, thus the exchange. Some chick I don't know picked me, and she got me a big Christmas bear that has a hat that reads "I love you, Merry Christmas." I laughed and thanked her, though I felt uncomfortable with her hitting on me.
I knew what Domingo's preferences were, so when I gave him his gift, it seemed like his entire soul lighted up. He was barely even able to squeak out a 'thank you'.
But it didn't matter. His reaction was enough.
~*~
Today, I gave the student her present. I got her a some chocolates and a mug, and she seemed really angry.
"What, you want me to get fat?! You're a fag!"
But I guess in the end she did want to get fat, because she was eating the chocolates like there was no tomorrow.
When Chris came up to me with his present, I was surprised. When I saw what it was, I was speechless.
It was a whole art set. Paper, paint brushes, oil paint, oil pastels, all the great stuff. It must have cost him a fortune.
I was ashamed because I couldn't even say thank you. But he seemed to understand that I was pleased. And really, I was. He made me really happy.
But why did he give it to me? -
~*~
I've been spending winter break at home. I've actually been wondering about Domingo for a while, but I have to keep reminding myself that he told me he was going to visit relatives in Mexico and El Salvador.
I didn't know until that day that he was actually from another country, whether it was Mexico or El Salvador is unclear by the way, I just knew his name was the Spanish word for Sunday. He doesn't even have an accent and he isn't dark-skinned. But it explains why people called him things like "wet back" and "beaner"..
Today is Christmas and I figured he was still over there, so I was really startled when he came and knocked at my door. He was holding a large, wrapped up rectangle. He was looking at the floor shyly.
"I know how much she meant to you. I spent a while on this but I understand if you don't like it."
He shoved it to me, and then practically scurried away, like if I was going to hit him. I stared at his tracks for his while.
I went to my room an unwrapped it. I was really thrown off. It was a picture.. No, a painting of my old dog. She was the dog I lost back in elementary. It had such amazing detail.. And it was almost as if it was really my dog, coming to life from a paper. It was truly amazing, really.
Why did Domingo still remember her? Why did he spend so much time for something to give me?
~*~
While vacationing in the home countries of my parents (also, my own home country as well), I figured I get to work on my gift to Chris. My family is a bit poor so I had to make the gift myself.
I remembered how much he loved his old dog. I decided to make a painting of her.
I spent the holidays working on it instead of playing with my younger relatives, or going to the church to celebrate the coming of Christmas, or anything like that. All my free time during that week was spent on that painting.
So when I came back to the states, I gave it to Chris. As usual, I ran away from him when I gave it, because that's all I'm good at. Running away.
I wouldn't be surprised if he burned it or something. I was never good at drawings or painting.. Well, I think I was never was.
~*~
I haven't had time to visit Domingo during the vacation time I had. It was crazy. But once it came time for school again, I had his gift that I got from Vegas all wrapped up and ready. It was the only thing I could do to thank him. I had it custom made, as well.
He'll probably feel bad, but I know how to assure him to let him know it was alright.
Speaking of Vegas, all the time I was there, my mom was joking around and she was trying to find me a girlfriend. Asians, Americans, Latinas, Africans, you name it. She pointed them all out.
I said no at everyone she pointed. Of course I'm still not interested, they'll probably all be just as stupid as my last girlfriend. Right now, I just want a friend that will listen to me.
~*~
The day I was dreading and waiting for the most was finally here. School.
Dreading it because I'll be greeted with s--- like "Gay fag" and "Illegal Alien" and all the wonderful stuff you can think of.
Waiting for it because I can see Chris again. Right now, he's the only reason why I even bother anymore...
Today, he smiled at me from a few lunch benches away, during lunch of course. He walked to me and took out a wrapped box from behind himself. I didn't understand.
"Thank you so much for the painting. It was amazing, really it was. Even my parents loved it. We have it right there in our livingroom.. It's an honor to have it there." His smile widened a bit more. "I know you're going to feel bad about this, because you kinda always do, but I need to give this to you to thank you."
He gave me the box. I blushed lightly. "No! N-no, it's fine! I hate it w-when someone spends money on m-me. I'm sorry. I just feel like a b-burden." I stuttered so much that I knew I sounded stupid. But I couldn't help it.
"You have to take it, Domingo. I'm not going to take it from you." He chuckled lightly. The bell rang, and he frowned a little. He seemed a little disappointed. "I'll see you after classes, okay? Enjoy what I gave you."
While in class, I opened the gift, which was hidden in my backpack. I felt a little rebellious, and later the thought made me giggle.
Staring at it, I did not understand. It was a snow globe, I understood that. Inside it had two boys holding the flags of El Salvador and Mexico, I knew that too. On the front edge, it read "Somos unidos", which translates to "We are united". Of course I knew what that meant. And I knew what Chris was trying to say with that.
But on the back edge, it read "Domingo sin ti." I knew it regularly translated to "Sunday without you", but what if he had meant my name? Then it would be "Domingo, without you." Then it would almost be an incomplete thought. Unless he was trying to say something like me without someone... I was confused.
I'll have to ask him later
~*~
Today, Domingo asked me about the globe. He asked what "Domingo sin ti" meant. I thought he'd know, and I was embarrassed because I'm not good when it comes to Spanish.
"I'm not sure. The lady told me it was a good thing to say to you so I went with it," I answered honestly. God, I must have seemed like a jerk. I should have at least asked what it meant.
But Domingo was really calm about it. "I guess she thought I was a girl or something. Maybe she thought she's go romantic, I think? Or maybe it's just a little pun with my name." He actually smiled. "It's a mystery. Maybe that's what she meant to do."
I spaced out a little when he said that the lady might have gone romantic with the saying. God, no! Domingo would feel awkward if I actually meant it that way. When he finished speaking, I just nodded.
"Well, mystery or not, it was really nice of you to do this. I especially liked the little boys holding the flags in the globes. It made me feel a bit at home." He laughed. "I really, really want to thank you. My mother asks if you can come to my house on Saturday for dinner? Nothing fancy. Just a humble way of thanking you, I guess."
I was still a little weirded out by giving Domingo the idea that I may have liked him. Now it'd be all awkward between us. "Sure," I responded softly.
"Good. See you Saturday, okay?"
I only nodded, still thinking. Still a bit surprised at what I did.
~*~
My mother has been going around the house like crazy. She's been cleaning and trying to not make the house too "immigrant-like". I told her she was being ridiculous, but of course she went on a rant on how it was an American coming over, and we had to try our best to not be immigrants, which kinda grinded my gears.
Well, if she was going to play like that, I guess she was just freaking out over nothing because she's Salvadoran. Even my dad thought she was being ridiculous, but he's just cool like that sometimes.
I don't know if I've ever admitted this, but my mom isn't too fond of Americans. My dad could care less, but mom.. She's not too happy about them. Or about Chris staying over and he's an American and she doesn't know if he's a twat or not, which he isn't..
It's not that she's racist, but she's always been smacked around by them, so by now she's really distrustful. She's always telling my dad stuff like "They took away the land from your country" and "they're so horrible to you guys", but dad's smart enough to know that not every American is going to do that to you. And that the first of the two happened a long time ago.
Anyway, I just thought I'd rant about that. It's been bothering me for a while because it may have impact on the outcome for tonight.
Hopefully Chris will enjoy it here. -
Excuse all the typos.
EXCUSE THEEEEMMM. -
Alice, I love this. Love love love this. :D You're a great writer, and I love how it's honest about what bullying goes on and such. I'm really excited to see what happens next. ^-^
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Aww, thank you Ana. That means a lot to me. :3
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I speak ze truth. ^^ I'm glad, because you mean a lot to me. :3
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