I've been wanting to write something involving Bobby and John for a while now and this just happened to come to me whilst I was sitting in my garden in the English early Autumn sun.
It was fairly amusing, I was lying on the grass writing this when my little sister's tortoise decided that my notebook was in the way of his path to the dandelions he then proceed to walk over it and attempt to eat my pencil. He's an odd tortoise, if you have your nails painted any form of red or pink he will invariably try to eat them.
Any way on with the story. Well story is a big word, it's more a fluffy drabble type thing.
So on with the fluffy drabble type thing!
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Sunshine
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"Hey Johnny?"
"What?" John's weary voice was muffled from his position on his arms.
"What do you think it's like to fly?"
"I don't know Bobby. Ask Warren."
Bobby was silent for a moment, considering this.
"But Johnny-"
"Stop calling me Johnny, you idiot."
Bobby instantly put on a wounded expression and turned away from John, muttering to himself. The boy next to him smirked and settled back down with a quiet sigh of relief from Bobby's constant badgering.
"You don't love me anymore." The words were spoken with a sharp accusing edge. John sat up suddenly, his face a mask of disbelief.
"What?! Bobby don't be ridiculous!"
Bobby stared at him solidly for two minutes before bursting into laughter.
"You should have seen your face, Johnny. It was bloody hilarious."
John glared at Bobby, his mouth slowly forming an evil grin.
"You have three seconds to run."
Bobby's smile suddenly dropped and he launched himself from the grass into a sprint across the neat lawns of Xavier's School for Mutants.
John slowly counted off the seconds underneath his breath.
"3, 2, 1. Ready or not, here I come."
In the late afternoon sunlight two boys wrestle with each other, the grass staining knees and clothes. Their laughter echoes back off the facade of the imposing building behind them. An old man watches them from his widow, a gentle smile on his face.
fin.
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Reviews would be lovely!