Theme: Loves me not
Characters: Karofsky/Kurt
Warnings: None.
Karofsky sits on an old rusty swing, facing the afternoon sun that hangs low in the sky. He'll have to go home soon- his parents may let him go to the park alone, but he has to be back before dark.
He just turned ten last week, and he thought that might gain him more liberties, but no such luck. It's a shame, really, because he always wants to stay just a bit longer and play with his friends for just a few more minutes, but the sun always sets so very fast. As it is, his friends already went home and he realizes if he doesn't go soon his mom will be upset.
He sighs and kicks his legs high in the air, swinging off the seat, landing several feet away. He brushes off the dirt that he stirred up from his jeans and starts walking home.
The park is a rather big one, with lots of trees, open fields, playgrounds and a small shallow creek running through it. There's an old wooden bridge that crosses the creek and to be honest, it's always kind of creeped him out. Even in the daylight it was dark, always cast in shadows by the many trees that surrounded it, and it made frightening squeaks every time he stepped on it. He swears one of these days it will give out.
He walks fast through the whole park, but when he reaches the aforementioned bridge he takes cautious steps, trying to make himself light as possible. It's during this careful trek that he notices a movement out of the corner of his eye. Bellow him, huddled near the creek, is a small figure. He stops at the middle of the bridge and looks down at what he realizes is a boy, probably younger than him judging by his petite frame.
The boy isn't dressed in what he and his friends normally wear, which would be jeans and a T-shirt. No, this boy is wearing a light purple button-down shirt tucked into plaid pants. Karofsky thinks he looks ridiculous, like one of those nerdy boys who are dressed by their moms. He bets if the boy turns around slightly, he'd able to see thick, round glasses too. Now he wants to see the boy's face. He smiles crookedly.
"Hey, nice dork-pants! Did your mom pick them for you?" He taunts. He feels quite clever.
The boy turns around and looks up. He's actually wearing a freaking bowtie, of all things, but no glasses. Karofsky notices that his eyes are really pretty, though he's too far away to see the color. And what's weird is that the boy's face is so blank. When he teases other boys, he gets varied reactions. Sometimes they look embarrassed or angry, or even scared. This boy is none of those.
"My mother is dead."
Oh.
Karofsky misses a beat, not prepared for that. He leans back, trying to think of something to say. The boy continues staring at him with the blank face and pretty eyes.
He thinks of telling the boy he looks like a dork regardless, but something about that doesn't feel right.
"Oh. I, uh. Sorry."
He doesn't feel very clever anymore. The smaller kid tilts his head a little and stares for a bit more before turning back to whatever it was he was doing.
Karofsky stands there stupidly for a second, before snapping out of it and continuing on his way home. When he reaches his house, he opens the door and hugs his mother tightly before quickly letting go. Ignoring her questioning gaze, he walks up the stairs to his room and tries not to think about weird boys with pretty eyes.
The next day was seeming uneventful, until recess came around. He sits with his friends on some plastic benches. Puck talks about his new gameboy and how awesome it is and all the other boys beg to have a chance at playing it. Karofsky always preferred sports over videogames, so he distracts himself from the conversation by looking around the patio. And then he notices something. Someone, actually. The same small boy from yesterday, sitting alone under a tree, playing with what seems to be power ranger figurines.
He thinks it's strange that he never noticed that they went to the same school. Perhaps the boy is new. It certainly would explain why he was alone and why he didn't know better than to dress so ridiculously.
For a moment he considers walking over to the kid, but then he remembers that big kids don't hang out with little kids, especially not dorky little kids. His friends would never let him live it down if he tried to by friends with the pretty-eyed boy.
He spends the entire week like this, observing the boy from afar during recess and even getting an occasional glimpse of him at the park. It's there that he sometimes sees the boy with an older man; his dad, most likely. The boy doesn't seem to have any friends. He also seems to be picked on by other kids a lot, especially when the grown up man isn't around. This makes Karofsky sad, because now he knows for sure that there is no chance he can become friends with the boy. He doesn't want to be picked on too.
He learns at school that the boy's name is Kurt. It's Azimio who tells him so, saying also that he is a nancy-boy that probably plays with dolls and that his dad told him to stay away from kids like that. Karofsky isn't sure what nancy-boy means, but he thinks it probably has something to do with girly stuff, which makes sense because Kurt does seem kind of girly. It never really bothered him though. He wonders why Azimio's dad wouldn't want his son around Kurt.
Another week goes by, and he continues to think about Kurt a lot. He tries to watch him less, afraid that the other boys would notice. But since his thoughts are his and his only, he feels safe to regularly think about him. He wonders if this is what having a crush feels like. He knows it's silly, and that boys are supposed to like girls, but Kurt is really girly so it's okay, right?
Right.
He goes to the park again, walking ever so slowly over the dark creepy bridge. He sighs in relief when he reaches the other side, and is about to carry on when something catches his eye. It's small and purple and it really stands out in such a dark place. He walks closer, noticing that it's actually a flower. It reminds him of Kurt. He plucks it out of the ground and stands there for a moment, looking at the flower.
A thought comes to him and he blushes. He feels ridiculous for even considering it. It's a girl thing, he sees them doing it all the time, even though it's silly and probably not reliable. But then again, he's really curious and no one is around. He does a full spin to make sure no one really is around before turning back to the flower. He takes a breath and pulls ones of the petals.
He loves me.
He lets the petal fall, pulling out the next one.
He loves me not.
Again.
He loves me.
There's only one petal left.
He loves me not.
He looks at the small purple petal in his hand and feels incredibly stupid. He crushes it between his index finger and thumb, letting the stem fall to the ground. It was a stupid idea anyway, just another pointless thing girls like to do and it means nothing. He doesn't even know why was tempted to in the first place.
Besides, it's not like Kurt would actually like him. He had only talked to the boy once, and that hadn't gone very well. And he really wasn't going to try to talk to him again. He simply couldn't.
It was all Kurt's fault anyway- he wouldn't feel so stupid if the boy had never caught his eye, if he didn't always wear such outrageous clothes, if he didn't have such pretty eyes, if he was just like the other boys. Yes, it's all Kurt's fault.
The next time he sees him is at school- he's wearing a white jacket with way too many pockets. Karofsky walks in his direction looking straight ahead and passes by a little too close, making his shoulder bump harshly into the other boy. He hears a little squawk followed by a dull thud come from behind him and guesses the boy lost his balance and fell.
Karofsky doesn't look back.
Uh, not feeling too sure about this one.
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