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This story is inspired by, "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain.

Scanned and read.

I am using this plot as a practice to improve punctuation and fluidity of a story. There's also a lack of Grouchy and Vexy.


Smurfing Dreams

Under the shade of a mushroom top, I stared for far too long at the newest female addition to the Smurf village. Aware of the heat on my cheeks, I tore away from her direction. It felt deserving to stare at her obscure mane with that highlighted strand and her clothed figure. After all, I had just risked the entirety of my being accompanying Papa Smurf to rescue Smurfette. From her upbringing to where she resided now, I became attentive to her changing personality.

My own curiosity pulled me to Smurfette's shroom. She had invited me happily inside. With a scoff, a grunt, and a frown, I allowed myself to enter. She insisted I try her baking during my stay. Against my own refusal, she pushed a plate full of cookies across the table to stop just inches from my elbow. Her boring conversation about Papa Smurf and his bravery ensued as I picked up a cookie.

To my surprise, my tongue salivated the tender treat. For it being her first time, Smurfette was a talented baker. Of course, when she asked, I shrugged. Her smiling response told me she knew I enjoyed the cookie. Embarrassed, I looked away. I, Grouchy Smurf, would never let the sweetness of a cookie break through my sour attitude. Even if it was just to voice an appreciative reply after a meal.

Pushing the plate away, certain that one cookie was enough to ridicule my pride, I began asking Smurfette my troubling questions. During the nights, I found myself dreaming of happiness. I woke up sure that those dreams were nightmares. But to Smurfette, they were a silent desire. She continued by encouraging to smurf my dreams! As in chase, follow, and make come true! In my shock, I caught a faint glint of hope in her eyes.

I left immediately. My head felt hot and my fists shook. Smurfette was my beloved friend, my cherished sister, and an understanding smurf. But despite her place in my heart, I could never permit myself to believing in her beliefs of happiness and hope. None of my fellow smurfs gave me a smile, or a warm hug, or a soft touch.

They were brothers who saw me as nothing more than the grouchy smurf I was. Yet as I strolled through the village, those abominable night visions resurfaced. A grin painted my features as I circled my arms around an inviting body. My forehead became damp with rage at my uncontrollable visions. I knew just who the inviting body belonged to and I also knew how slim the reality of my visions were. I was becoming a gentle soul when it involved the new female.

Flexing my muscles, I spit at the ground. No smurf—no Vexy—would serve to tame my heated persona. And yet, here I was, leaning against a tree and relaxing near the air she breathed. There she was, just feet away from me underneath the shade of a shroom. Here I was, flushed and furious at her captivating actions. She was reaching for a butterfly with an entrancing expression.

The insect kept flying out of reach and freeing itself of her curious goal of capturing it. Feeling humiliated at her efforts, I stomped over to the insect. As I neared her area, I felt her stares burning into my back. I had gave one glance to the butterfly before I crushed it to the ground. Its gracious wings calmed and its disturbing essence stuck to my hand, her stuttering breath following.

I picked the creature off the ground by its thin leg, "Instead of playing tag with it just kill it already, damn!"

With a slightly opened mouth, she turned her cheek, "I wasn't playing with it, I was admiring it. And besides, what did it ever do to you for you to kill it?"

I stumbled, "Wha—It bothered me! That's what it did!"

"Just how did it bother you?" Seeing her angle her brows in my direction made me toss the limp insect far from me.

"I was only saving you the time! Don't appreciate my help? Fine."

Stomping away from her afflicting gaze, I still felt it pinching at my back. I fixed my cap and ignored her distant voice. She had her chance to appreciate my help (even if I didn't exactly do so) by killing the pestering insect. I had also brought myself around her intoxicating air.

"Grouchy,"

Believing the happenings between me and Vexy was strictly unseen, I was terribly wrong when I heard Papa Smurf. His aging features were looking sympathetically my way as if he knew of my nightmares. I regretted my decision of seeking comfort in Smurfette.

I brushed Papa's hand off my shoulder, "I'm not in the mood to hear a lecture about kindness."

"No, Grouchy, I know you've never enjoyed the thought of kindness," he attempted to land a touching, comforting hand on my shoulder once more, "But as smurfs, kindness is the medicine to all our troubles."

"Look, whatever Smurfette told you, she's lying!"

His hand had been on my shoulder as I shouted. A pouting cross of my arms revealed to Papa how stubborn I truly was to the thought of kindness. He came nearer, somehow settling my rising temperature.

"But Smurfette told me nothing,"

"Then how do you know I'm troubled?"

"Because I can see you toss and turn in your sleep. My concern for you grew and I just had to find you,"

I spat a lie, "I sleep peacefully."

"I know dishonesty, Grouchy, and it never hurts to confide in me. Just know I'm here."

I sensed him leave after my shoulder grew lonesome and cold. Between the moment he parted and the moment my boiling tears threatened to fall, Vexy's scent entered the air. Her scent—of flowers and spice mended my anger.

"I'm sorry, Grouchy,"

Without speaking, without turning or looking at her, I silently begged for her to go away. Letting her witness my current state was far from humiliating.

"I know you were trying to help and I am glad you'd put aside your grouchiness just to help a friend,"

The way she referred to herself stapled into my mind. This inevitable reality was the reason I cried in the nights. If I stayed awake I wouldn't fall into slumberous visions of Vexy. My restlessness made this very rejection easier to accept.

"And I heard what Papa said, and if you ever need someone, know that I'm here for you, too."

"Wait!" I hadn't meant for it to sound so desperate.

But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have succumbed to Papa's words. Kindness made Smurfette a friend, kindness had given me a village of brothers, and kindness had given me Papa's protection and love. If being a smurf meant I harbored a secret heart of kindness, then I would happily try to show more of it around the female who my quiet emotions dreamed of.

And once I fully recovered from this rejection, maybe then I'd find the hope of smurfing the silent desire in my dreams.


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