"Gah! Don't smile at me with those teeth!" a small red haired boy yelled.
The small monster pulled his lips back over the sharp white teeth and tilted his head. His right horn nearly touched the wooden ground at the gesture.
The pink skinned boy returned the gesture a tuft of his red hair brushing the top of the underbelly of the bed.
The locked eyes and remained in there for a long moment; the small monster hanging over the edge of his soft bed to look underneath at the human; the human crouched under the bed frame looking up at the monster with a daring gaze.
Finally the monster slowly slid onto the ground and rolled himself over to the boy. "Why do you scare me at night by hiding under my bed all night?"
The red head bit his lip. It would be ok to say the reason to this… creature, right? He couldn't tell anyone… could he? With a side long glance to the shadow passing he made his mind. "I'm playing hide-and-seek with my… brother. He never finds me when I hide under here."
Green eyes looked into black pupil-less eyes. The monster nodded his head. "I wish my brother would play that with me."
Blank stares crossed once more until both broke out into smiles; but not for reasons the other thought.
-keep reading this isn't the end yet!-
The red haired boy quickly dodged a beer bottle. Wide green eyes look to shattered brown glass long enough to be blindsided by the red haired man. A large hand engulfed his small pale arm. A loud shriek escaped the boy's mouth only to be silenced with the other large hand. The man reaches past his son to grab a full bottle of beer. Seeing the opportunity the small child gave a hard yank on his arm. A nearly silent pop was over powered by the loud crash of another beer bottle. Before the scent of alcohol could find its way into the boy's nose, he dashed up the stairs. With a swift movement he landed on his stomach and slid on the dusting wooden floor underneath his bed.
A touch of a smile graced his face as he saw pupil-less black eyes peered under the edge of the covers. White teeth flashed for a moment only to be hidden by brown-gray lips. The little monster was by the boy's side in a moment holding something behind his back.
"I thought I might share a snack with you."
Green eyes brightened at the thought of food. "Really? What is it?"
"Jitterbug jam on toast!"
A plate was placed between the two friends. It was filled with nearly 6 pieces of toast; one was obviously half eaten if the large circular indents were anything to go by. Without hesitation, both grabbed a fresh piece and took a large bite at the same time. A pleasured smile pulled at the monster's lips while the boy's eyes widened and the corners of his mouth pulled down. Swallowing what food, if it could be called such, was in his mouth the boy stuck out his tongue and letting out a disgusted groan.
"What on Earth is that jam made of?"
"Jitter bugs. They only crawl in dark, wet places so only a monster with special tools can get them." The monster was confused at the question. Didn't everyone know that?
"Jitter bugs? As in actual bugs?" A green tint came over freckled cheeks.
"Of course real bugs! Where else would the jams come from?"
"Berries… Jam comes from berries on my side of the bed."
"Berries? I've never tried those."
"I'll have to bring some next time. But only if you bring toast." The red head had no idea how he was going to get the jam from the top cabinet, but he would find a way eventually.
"Ok!"
Both shared a happy smile as the plans were made; but the boy's smile disappeared quickly as he saw a shadow pass from his side of the bed.
"Well, I should before my… brother gets worried." He began to crawl toward the blanket hanging over the edge. "Oh, by the way. I'm Wally."
"My name's Bobo."
Both departed ways with a bright smile.
A/N: Ok this no doubt makes absolutely no sense, but it pleaded to written in lieu of my college essays… But that's not the point. This little story was drawn from a children's story book called Jitterbug Jam by Barbara Hicks. It's about this little monster who's afraid of the "pinked-skin monster with red fur where his horns should be" and it's just adorable! But the red hair and the pictures just made me instantly think of none other than the famous, Wally West! But then the boy said the hide-and-seek with his brother thing and it shattered my vision… until my demented mind rationalized. Thus poor Wally got his abusive father back (I say back because obviously Rudy isn't a jackass in YJ but before that in comics and such his father is… less than fatherly to say the least. As I'm sure most people know without my ranting about it… moving on) and this little thing was born. I kinda want to continue it as Wally grows up and becomes Kid Flash and joins the team and everything. It think it can either be really cute or I could totally mess it up XD But I'll leave that up to you, the readers. So go on a leave a comment even just a "no, go rot in the pits of a very bad place" or "yes, you wonderful, amazing, spectacular writer you!"… ok over exaggeration, but you know what I'm going for. Now I shall stop my ranting before it become longer than the story e.e