Drabble. Or, shall I say, crack. Whatever ya wanna call it. A bit of a stab at something new. Feedback is what I strive off of, kay? So, Kitsune Ryu wants reviews, kay? Kitsune Ryu will reward you too.
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I get what I like...
PG (for now)
by-Kitsune Ryu
'Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter.
He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
'You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said with some severity; it's very rude.'
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, 'Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'
'Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud.
'Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' said the March Hare.
'Exactly so,' said Alice.
'Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.
'I do,' Alice hastily replied; 'at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know.'
'It's the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. 'You might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!'
'You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!'
"Mr. Wonka?"
I glace up from my book to stare at my young heir. "Yes, Charlie?"
He fidgets nervously, small hands worrying the hem of his shirt, and he's gnawing on his bottom lip. "Am I supposed to like girls?"
I laugh, aloud, smiling at the boy. "I suppose, yes. There's nothing wrong with it, my dear boy, if you like a girl."
Charlie's look turns exasperated, flustered almost, like that's not the answer that he was looking for. I almost expect him to start plucking out his hair. Or maybe mine. "But I don't like a girl"
I frown and set down my book, patting the candy grass beside me. "Come sit down and tell me what's wrong."
Charlie plops down and lets out a cute little 'huff'. "Boys at school say that I'm weird because I don't like any girls."
I wrap an arm around the boy and pull him close, frowning. "Oh, Charlie, you're not weird! If anything, you're more normal than anyone at your school! You don't have to like girls right now, you know."
He huffs again, hands returning to pluck at the fraying hems of his shirt sleeves. "I like a boy though..."
My eyes widen. "Ooooooh."
The boy buries his head in his hands and groans, curling up into a ball. "See, Mr. Wonka, I'm weird!"
I rub Charlie's shoulder affectionately. "No, no, no, you're not weird, you're perfectly normal, don't let anyone say otherwise. And even if you are 'weird' I'll still like you perfectly fine."
He peeks at me through his fingers. "Really?"
I nod. "Of course."
My Charlie's face brightens, and he leaps at me, arms encircling my neck in a hug. I falter for a minute, unsure of what to do, then cautiously hug the boy back. It feels strange, his body heat mixing with mine in the already warm room. He doesn't let go until I'm red in the face, hands shaking, and completely confused by myself.
"Thank you, Mr. Wonka, thank you oh so very much. You made me feel alot better."
"Y-your very welcome, my dear boy. Now, you've better run along to dinner, kay?"
Charlie giggles and stands, kissing me on the cheek. I feel as if time has stopped. His soft, velveteen lips pressed just short of the corner of my mouth make me shudder, then it's gone, and my dear Charlie is skipping towards his house in the middle of my chocolate room. Leaving me with my hand caressing that small warm spot on my cheek, blushing.
"I get what I like, or is it I like what I get? Or better more, I get what I deserve?"