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Smurfing Help
My reflection in the mirror was, much to my pleasure, twisted and unhappy. I loved when I woke up with a frown on my face. Knowing that I was slowly returning back to the smurf I knew made the days less confusing and mysterious. Almost a month had passed since I went into the woods to understand my emotions, and I have to admit, that really sorted things out for me. Once I returned to my shroom, I realized, "Hey, why do I care?"
I know me smurfier than anyone knows me. And I know that my motto is: I don't care. Even if some new smurf with touchable black hair, the softest blue complexion, and the most musing laughter moved into the village and almost made me care, I knew I would regain my senses soon enough.
"You're staring again!"
I snarled at the glaring specs that were covering his eyes with the sun's light, "Dammit, Nerdy, go away!"
He pesters me every time he's near me. And ok, ok! Maybe things weren't all cleared up these past days, but at least I'm seeing more of my normal self than usual! That's what matters! I care about my sanity! I may not care about the fact that I do find myself innocently dozing off whenever she's around, but I do care enough to control myself! I don't care if anyone thinks I'm staring at her. Because I'm not.
A breath came to my ear, "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where your gaze is!"
"I said go away!" I swung at my ear to shoo that smurf away from me before I really became my normal self.
"You can always ask Smurfette to help you,"
I was close to snapping Nerdy's glasses in half, "I don't need anyone's help!"
"Jeez! I haven't seen such grouchiness in a long time in the smurf village. Hadn't realized how much I didn't miss it!"
"Oh, yeah? How about you hit your head on a rock and slip into a comma so I can be happy without your annoying intelligence!"
"You—happy?" Nerdy covered his mouth, "We both know what happened the last time you were happy!"
"Narrative Smurf couldn't keep his narrating mouth shut about a made up story about why I was happy!"
Nerdy smiled, "Right, and I remember that story so well,"
"You remember everything I don't care about!"
"It was all because of—"
"Quiet! Can't I ever spend a day without having to be near you!" I didn't want to hear about the story, it was a dumb story with a dumb ending.
If I ever had to retell the story again, I reassure you that I will surely give myself a comma because I'd be desperate to hit myself in the head. I can't forget the story and I definitely wish I could. I was glad Nerdy was out of my day. Finally, free from his presence and free to do whatever I pleased in silence!
And I know I'm not going to tell you that dreadful story. Nope! That's the last thing I'd ever want to do in my lifetime. I enjoy feeling the downward pull of my lips and not the swirling sickness in my stomach. Happiness is the one thing I can't and don't want to have.
Whenever I see Hefty smile, it makes me want to barf. Whenever I see Smurfette smile, it makes me want to punch a rabbit. And when they're smiling together, it makes me want to lay in my shroom for the rest of my life! But I can't do that, not even without seeing their smiles. Because honestly, these days haven't gotten any better.
I'm still thinking of Vexy when she's not even around. I still find myself going to places she loves to be around. I still come to Papa when I feel extremely unwell because of it. Just lately, I've been spending too much time in my shroom. My temperature has been rising and I've been feeling uneasy about being grouchy.
This feeling I feel when I see her, when I think of her, and even when she's not around my thoughts or presence is strangely inviting. At the same time, I feel myself fighting to run away from it. I don't want whatever emotions she's giving me. I want to snarl and spit at her like I do to Hefty, or even Nerdy. Yet, I can't seem to find the will to do any of that.
The worst of it all is that I don't do anything to avoid her. After that night in the woods, I didn't promise myself to forget. I actually decided to let whatever happen, happen. Of course, I shut myself in my shroom for a couple of days to contemplate if that's what I truly wanted, but I didn't come to an answer. I knew that even if I wanted her out of my life, she'd still find her way into my dreams.
And I wasn't about to deny her existence when she made me feel anything but grouchy in my sleep. In fact, I was heading down a certain path that lead me to a certain smurf. I may have done my best to not ask for help, I surely didn't need it, but I couldn't help but want to try. After knocking twice, I was invited inside to the smell of another attempt at baking.
"They weren't suppose to burn, oh smurf!"
It was obvious that Smurfette had fallen asleep after putting her creation to bake. I felt that welcoming scowl upon my face, covering my nose from the stench of a horrid dish. She fanned the oven with her mitten before opening the windows.
"I'm so glad you came, I could have burned my shroom down!"
"Yeah, let's get on with getting this smoke out!"
Smurfette dumped the black circles from the pan into the trash, "I was planning on baking up delicious cookies for a smurfy night out between you and Vexy!"
"Me and—you promised you wouldn't say anything!"
"I didn't! I just thought I'd help to set down the stones to make this all work out for you!"
I now smacked the towel I used to fan out the shroom on the counter, "I told you that I don't want to be around her, I definitely don't want to smurf her!"
She gasped, "Oh, Grouchy, it's too early to smurf her!"
"Then what do you call a night out with her?" I rolled my eyes at her expression. She never quite understood that her help could destroy everything at times.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what smurfed into me!" She quickly made to reach for her phone, "Let me let her know that—"
If today couldn't get any worse, she was interrupted by a knock at the door and a voice that I didn't want to hear at that moment. It was too late to turn around. This is one of those things that would happen and that I would have to deal with. But I knew it wasn't going to go well.
