Prompt: Send me a (spade emoji) and I'll write a short drabble from the point of view of someone from my muse's past
"I ate at a Burger King today, Shelly/And stood up to a boy who called me queer."
"Move it, queer!"
Larry was nearly shoved to the gym floor. He was used to this. He had long ago resigned himself to the fact that he was the designated punching bag of the seventh and eighth grades. He sighed and sat on the bleachers.
He caught a glimpse of Shelly Marsh across the room, involved in a heated argument with some girl. Ever since that dinner with his parents, he had been feeling a strange fluttering in his stomach every time he saw her.
Maybe his system was still getting used to that Slim Jim he ate yesterday.
He continued to watch her. Shelly was the first and only person who had ever stood up for him. He wanted to be more like her. Not so much the perpetual anger thing, but her ability to stand up to anybody who so much as looked at her funny.
Larry sent a glare towards the jerk who had just pushed him. Just who did that - that TURD think he was?
He knew what he had to do.
Larry stormed across the gymnasium, tapped the guy on the shoulder, and sent his fist into his gut.
The kid doubled over in pain, unblocking Larry's view of Shelly. She was gaping at him, along with the rest of the class.
He could have sworn that he saw the ghost of a smile on her face.
