Thank-you for continuing with this story.
This story is inspired by, "Que Lloro" by Sin Bandera.
I decided to write this on my iPad in the dentist waiting room (they had wifi).
Scanned and read.
Smurfing Feelings
Making new friends as a new smurf became an enjoyable time. Hackus and I were welcomed warmly to the village and my sister, Smurfette, introduced me to a many smurfs whose personalities varied to make them unique. From day one to now, I found plenty of friends in the caring smurfs I now called family.
But not all wanted to care, show care, or admit that they did care. Yes, it was quite an un-smurfy personality, but as I began spending more time around this particular smurf, I realized that he may be the most unique one of all. In his white pants and white cap, Grouchy Smurf became the center of my growing attraction with each annoyed scowl.
There wasn't a day that passed that I didn't greet Grouchy without a frown on his face. Most of the smurfs would forget, or purposely avoid, inviting Grouchy to many events around the village. Although I would attend, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. Sure, they would talk about upcoming events near Grouchy in hopes that he would appear when the event finally arrived, but Grouchy, unfortunately, remained a no-show.
Tonight was no different. I sat on the side lines of the dance floor. Seeing the smurfs attempt to dance brightened my mood but not enough to warm my sympathetic state. The drink in my hand now sat in a pool of melted ice. I just wasn't in the smurfy mood to smurf things up; not with Grouchy absent.
Removing myself from the table, I excused myself to find the bathroom. Smurfette suggested we go together and as much as I'd love to have my sister there with me, I truthfully wasn't going to the bathroom at all. So with a small smile, I reassured her that I would be fine. She reluctantly smiled back and turned to meet the outstretched hand of Hefty Smurf. She quickly looked back at me with hued cheeks.
With an approving nod, I watched her accompany a shy Hefty to the dance floor. I stayed for a moment to feel the radiating happiness of the two smurfs. Once she rested her head upon his shoulder, I continued on and left.
Passing the bathroom, I ran down a moonlit pathway. If there was one place Grouchy Smurf would be, it would be near my shroom beside the meadow. I knew of this ever since he smushed the butterfly I admired very much. The action was cruel but for Grouchy, it was beneficial to me. That was the first day I took notice to the unhappy smurf.
It was also the first day I had ever seen him cry. As I closed in on my shroom, tonight would be the second. Sitting by him smurfy self, I silently made my way to provide him my company.
He stood up instantly upon realizing of my arrival. He turned away to smack his face with his hands. As I heard his sobs, I knew he was hiding his tears and collecting his sadness to keep true to his un-smurfy name. If only he knew that specifically for him, crying was a handsome smurf thing to do.
I hugged him from behind, reminding him of my promise to be there for him. He was my friend and my absurd crush. The question whether or not Grouchy was capable of being happy with someone in an affectionate way lingered through my mind. I would make to finding that exact answer from his reaction to my warm hug.
His muscles stiffened, "What are you doing here?"
He didn't sound angry. Actually, he sounded quite surprised, almost unwillingly receiving my hug. I loosened my slender arms from around his chest, dropping them to my sides.
"I didn't see you at the dance and decided to come find you,"
He made his usual scoff before walking away. I caught him from walking away with the mere chains of my voice,
"Why are you always alone?"
"I don't party and I don't dance, why would I participate in a night that involves both? And I don't belong there, I'll just ruin the happiness,"
"Not for me," I approached him, "You're ruining the happiness by not being there. I want you there, Grouchy, scowls and all,"
He suddenly grew bitter, "Why? I thought Hackus was enough for you,"
My features softened with the oncoming tears, "But you're my frie—"
"I've heard enough! Just go back to your happy night and leave me the smurf alone!"
My entire face melted. Grouchy departed so quickly, I hadn't had the chance to call him through my tears. He left me alone. His outburst stabbed my heart and left me unsure of an answer. I blamed my affections for pushing Grouchy to burst. I should have known.
"Oh, Grouchy...," I looked in his departing direction, "Is this what you feel when you're alone? I've never...," in a silent whisper, I buried my wet face in the darkness of the night, "I've never cried so much...,"
Raising my head up to look at the shadowed pathway ahead, only one question roamed my mind: Why are you alone, Grouchy?
If you're contemplating on hanging out with friends, stop pondering and go! There's a reason they invited you and that's because you're an incredible friend. Now go have fun this summer and stay safe. ❤️
