In the Cold
Quillin Xarxes
--This is a reflection of what happened when I found out one of my friends was gay. Not nearly as impressive as Blank Hill (In My Opinion), but still has emotion.--
Tracey left camp early that night. Ash had watched him for the last few days. He had always left at the same time, 9:00. Tonight he was gone by 8.
"I wonder where he's off to..." Ash sighed as he watched the green-haired boy walk off into the woods.
James also left early that night. Jessie had noticed him leaving, only she thought he'd just been going to the bathroom, or couldn't get to sleep. She watched him off in the distance. He was talking to someone.
Misty awoke to hearing Ash moving around, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Tracey's gone again. I'm going to see where he's going." Ash was fiddling to get out of his sleeping bag, which he had wrapped tightly around him because of the cold. Once he was out, he snuck slowly to see what was going on.
"I'm surprised you're here, Tracey." James said as he looked into the woods at a pair of Nidoran playing in the moonlight, "It's cold out."
"Yeah." Tracey sighed, and a cloud of white mist emanated from his lips. It was an obvious cold night, both Tracey and James had their arms crossed tightly around themselves. They both stood silently, the cold controlling them.
Ash had already snuck in. When he saw James, he almost leapt out for a battle. But he stayed put. James wasn't causing any harm. Tracey didn't seem to mind his enemy being there. Ash's eyes widened. James was smiling at Tracey.
It wasn't an evil grin like Ash had seen before. This one was kinder, more gentle and nonthreatening. Tracey smiled back, "So, how have you been doing?"
James looked down, "Fine." He seemed not to want to talk, to do anything, actually.
Tracey came over and put his hands on James' shoulders, "You can talk to me, you know that, right?" He pulled James closer.
"No Tracey... what are ya doing...?" Ash whispered to himself, "Not him..."
"I can talk to you." James said as he looked into Tracey's eyes, "I'm just... cold is all." He had said all he was going to. There was frost on the leaves, and the air was the coldest they'd had that year.
Tracey led James over to a tree and sat him down next to it. He then say next to James and put his arm around James' shoulders, "Yeah, I'm cold too."
Ash was frightened, saddened, angry, and deeply moved at the same time. He didn't know what to think anymore. He felt like crying, yet he also wanted to yank all James' teeth out with a pliers. So he just sat there looking like a dope.
Tracey kissed him. It was a long kiss, and it made Ash burn despite the cold weather. He had never seen anything like it. And he didn't want to. He clenched his fists and his eyes filled with tears.
"Thank you." James said, "I feel much warmer now."
Tracey held James in his arms, and looked almost as if he'd fallen asleep. James had set his head on Tracey's chest, and was whispering something to him. Tracey was running his fingers through James' hair blindly, and every once in a while he'd say something like, "It's so cold." and hold James tighter.
Suddenly, James got on his hands and knees and kissed Tracey on the lips, "I need to go before Jess get's suspicious."
"I love you, James." Tracey said, and stood to walk back to camp.
"I love you too, Tracey." And James walked back into the woods.
When Tracey returned to camp, Ash was bundled tightly in his sleeping bag. The night was pretty cold.
Quillin Xarxes
--This is a reflection of what happened when I found out one of my friends was gay. Not nearly as impressive as Blank Hill (In My Opinion), but still has emotion.--
Tracey left camp early that night. Ash had watched him for the last few days. He had always left at the same time, 9:00. Tonight he was gone by 8.
"I wonder where he's off to..." Ash sighed as he watched the green-haired boy walk off into the woods.
James also left early that night. Jessie had noticed him leaving, only she thought he'd just been going to the bathroom, or couldn't get to sleep. She watched him off in the distance. He was talking to someone.
Misty awoke to hearing Ash moving around, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Tracey's gone again. I'm going to see where he's going." Ash was fiddling to get out of his sleeping bag, which he had wrapped tightly around him because of the cold. Once he was out, he snuck slowly to see what was going on.
"I'm surprised you're here, Tracey." James said as he looked into the woods at a pair of Nidoran playing in the moonlight, "It's cold out."
"Yeah." Tracey sighed, and a cloud of white mist emanated from his lips. It was an obvious cold night, both Tracey and James had their arms crossed tightly around themselves. They both stood silently, the cold controlling them.
Ash had already snuck in. When he saw James, he almost leapt out for a battle. But he stayed put. James wasn't causing any harm. Tracey didn't seem to mind his enemy being there. Ash's eyes widened. James was smiling at Tracey.
It wasn't an evil grin like Ash had seen before. This one was kinder, more gentle and nonthreatening. Tracey smiled back, "So, how have you been doing?"
James looked down, "Fine." He seemed not to want to talk, to do anything, actually.
Tracey came over and put his hands on James' shoulders, "You can talk to me, you know that, right?" He pulled James closer.
"No Tracey... what are ya doing...?" Ash whispered to himself, "Not him..."
"I can talk to you." James said as he looked into Tracey's eyes, "I'm just... cold is all." He had said all he was going to. There was frost on the leaves, and the air was the coldest they'd had that year.
Tracey led James over to a tree and sat him down next to it. He then say next to James and put his arm around James' shoulders, "Yeah, I'm cold too."
Ash was frightened, saddened, angry, and deeply moved at the same time. He didn't know what to think anymore. He felt like crying, yet he also wanted to yank all James' teeth out with a pliers. So he just sat there looking like a dope.
Tracey kissed him. It was a long kiss, and it made Ash burn despite the cold weather. He had never seen anything like it. And he didn't want to. He clenched his fists and his eyes filled with tears.
"Thank you." James said, "I feel much warmer now."
Tracey held James in his arms, and looked almost as if he'd fallen asleep. James had set his head on Tracey's chest, and was whispering something to him. Tracey was running his fingers through James' hair blindly, and every once in a while he'd say something like, "It's so cold." and hold James tighter.
Suddenly, James got on his hands and knees and kissed Tracey on the lips, "I need to go before Jess get's suspicious."
"I love you, James." Tracey said, and stood to walk back to camp.
"I love you too, Tracey." And James walked back into the woods.
When Tracey returned to camp, Ash was bundled tightly in his sleeping bag. The night was pretty cold.