Crayons and Conundrums

Jonny was sitting on the hard wood floor of his living room transfixed with an art project. Crayons were scattered all around him in a rainbow chaos, and a stack of extra paper was being tossed away one by one by an open window letting the summer air in. His eyes were fixed on the scribbles he made on the page. Swaying his head left and right, he wondered what colors he had actually used to create what was probably an inescapable disaster. He concluded that this was not worthy to give to mommy as a present, when something flew across the room and made contact with his head.

Jonny spun around defensively to see what was thrown and who had done it. A crayon. It was probably Colin again. Its best to ignore that sort of behavior, Jonny thought to himself, and began a new drawing. Once he started to focus again, however, another crayon met with his head.

"Colin! Stop it! Ill tell mummy! She hates when you mess with me while im being quiet!" Jonny posed to listen for a mean reply from Colin, but nothing came. Good, Jonny thought, and continued coloring. He had successfully made a few orange lines connect with some yellow and brown circles and dots, when two crayons flew at him, one hitting his back and the other bouncing off the top of his head. Without turning around, he started yelling behind him. "Colin! I know its you and your not funny! How are you even getting my crayons?" No answer. "Colin?" No answer. "Fine! Your just a girlyface anyway."

Then he heard noise. Laughter. Muffled laughter. "Hah! See? I can here you Colin! Are you laughing because its funny that you are such a girl?" More muffled laughter. Jonny felt like he had the upper hand for once. Stupid Colin. But then Jonny jumped, because after the laughter came silenced coughing, coughing that sounded nothing at all like his brothers. With a jolt of fear, Jonny lept up, sending crayons everywhere, and darted to the couch. On one cushion, in a gargoyle-stance, Jonny tried to find out who the intruder was.

"Who is in there?" From the other room he hears someone clear their throat. Oh, no! Mommy warned me this would happen if i didnt lock the doors behind me after i played outside! Now im going to get kidnapped and ruined! Jonny thought. Of course he had no idea what that meant he just knew his mother made it sound bad, so it was. "G-get out of my house you..."Jonny was looking for a bad word to use to scare the stranger away. "You...um...Bastard!"

Then Jonny heard this persons voice. "OOooooooh, Jonny! You said a curse word! Im going to have to tell on you!" From around the corner Jonny saw a small person appear. He had on the same school uniform as Colin's, because it was Colin's. His hair was messy and his knees where dirty and his tie was all wrong and he was undoubtedly short. Jonny narrowed his eyes with resentment.

"Thom!" Jonny spat his name out like poison. "You-why-I...how di...why w-" Jonny was always at a loss of words when it came to his brother's favorite friend. Colin thought he was the cat's meow, but Jonny hated him. He finally settled on, "Why won't you leave me alone?"

A mischievous grin occupied Thom's face and Jonny held his breath. When Colin did this, it meant that Jonny needed to run, and it certainly applied to Thom because he bolted towards him. Jonny couldn't react fast enough, and when Thom pulled his legs from under him, they both landed roughly on the couch. Smiling Thom had a very Squirmy Jonny pinned. "Let! Go! Let! Go!" Jonny yelped as he could, but Thom held fast. This kept up for a few minutes. Jonny finally stopped wiggling out of exhaustion. "Go...away...Thom..." Jonny breathed. "Hm...no." Thom responded. Jonny made eye contact with Thom and felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"Hey Jonny?" Thom whispered.
"What?" Jonny said suspiciously.
"Hey, Jonny?"
"What?"
"Heeeeeeeey Jonny?"
"WHAT?!?"
"Hey Jonny?"
"WHAT? What is it!?"
Thom made a serious face like he was about to say something bad and Jonny waited to hear it.
"Hey, Jonny."
"GETAWAYFROMME!" Jonny resumed squirming. "Your so silly, Jonny," Thom said and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

"Ah! Nooooo! DON'T! THOM! STOP!" Jonny sounded serious. Thom found this priceless. He kissed Jonny on the cheek again. Jonny yelled out. "Well, damn kid, im not burning you or anything," Thom snorted.

"But! Kissing is gross! Mommy says-"
"Mommy says!" Thom mocked and kissed Jonny again.
"Thom stop-"
"Thom stop!" Another kiss.
"Please Thom!"
"Please Jonny!"

This time Jonny turned his head and Thom's lips met with Jonny's. Neither of them moved. When Jonny looked back on this, it was to be the longest kiss he ever had. It was also his first. It was also the best. Jonny finally broke away and took advantage of the time to wiggle free of Thom's grasp.

"You're gross Thom," Jonny said, looking at the floor and hugging himself. Thom was bright red and looked awfully distraught and confused. After sitting there for a while, he slipped off the couch and picked up a blue crayon. He then bend down to a blank piece of paper and scribbled something down. When he stood up he stared at Jonny in a weird way that made him feel like falling down for some reason. Then Thom threw the crayon at Jonny's face and ran. Jonny flinched and stomped his foot with frustration. He picked up the paper that Thom doodled on and looked at it for an hour or so.

it said: Thom + Jonny Forever

Jonny couldn't tell what color it was...