Jim Stark lay in his cama with the blankets wrapped around his shivering body. It was a school dia but he was kept início today because of his fever. His bedroom was dark and he had nothing to do except listen to the rain and thunder outside. Sitting up weakly, Jim picked up his cup of water and took a sip. He had to drink lots of liquids since he couldn't keep anything else down.
After a couple mais sips of cool water, Jim settled himself back down and buried his face into the extra pillows that his mother had brought for him. As if being sick wasn't bad enough, he was also in a depressed state mind – haunted por the recent death of his beloved friend Plato.
A sad smile came to Jim's face as he fondly remembered his young, dark-haired companion. He closed his eyes and let his memory travel back…
Plato. Just thinking about him made Jim feel warm all over. He remembered this one time when Plato kissed him. It happened when the two were standing outside Jim's house one evening. There was nobody else around. The two friends were talking to each other when suddenly, Plato leaned progressivo, para a frente and kissed Jim on the lips. Stunned, Jim ended their conversation and went back inside the house. But he wouldn't forget that kiss in a million years.
Jim was straight. No doubt about that. He loved Judy very much. Dear, sweet Judy. But he knew that Plato had a massive crush on him, and Jim was flattered por that. Who wouldn't be? Plato was certainly a very, very handsome boy.
Oh God, his eyes…those big, beautiful, Sicilian brown eyes! The way those eyes would get so adorably big when he opened them wide. And the way they crinkled warmly at the edges when he smiled.
And Plato's lips were uber warm and incredibly soft. Even softer than Judy's lips. Jim couldn't believe how delectable that boy's lips were. In only that quick smooth, Jim tasted a delicious sweetness and all the spices of Sicily. Those were lips to melt in your mouth.
And that gorgeous, dark hair…Jim loved everything about it. He loved how soft it felt and how good it smelled.
"Rest in Peace, my friend," Jim said suddenly, his voice sickly and feeble. "I hope you know that, no matter what …I will always amor you."
Jim Stark found himself back at the old mansion, standing at the topo, início of the staircase. He looked downward and saw Plato clinging to the banister, smiling proudly up at him. Plato was looking ever so enchanting with his black hair, adorable grin, and big wet eyes. Jim smiled back and ran down stairs, jumping over the side of the banister and spinning his friend playfully in the air. A smiling Judy was sitting on the floor, watching them fool around.
Jim was feeling practically playful today, so he locked one arm around his friend and started tickling him with the other. Plato yelped and sweet giggles poured from his throat.
"No, Jim! Stahahap!" squealed the dark-haired youth.
Jim found this too adorable and wanted to keep tickling him, but he had compassion and soon let up. Plato took a moment to catch his breath, then he beamed and gave Jim a tight hug.
Smiling, Jim returned the hug but was taken por surprise when he felt Plato's fingers tickling on his sides. Jim exploded with laughter and sank down to his knees.
"I gotcha! I gotcha!" Plato exclaimed happily as he tickled Jim into submission.
"I-I know!" Jim chuckled, when Plato stopped to let him get a breather.
Then Jim and Plato looked over at Judy and started advancing toward her with wiggling fingers.
"Oh no, you don't!" she said, jumping up and running away. The two boys laughed as they chased after her.
Soon the boys got tired out and laid down on the floor seguinte to each other, panting. When Judy saw them looking exhausted, she came out of her hiding place and joined them on the floor.
"I want to live here forever," Plato said wistfully.
Jim and Judy looked at each other. "I don't see why not," Judy spoke.
"Both of you will stay here with me, right? Forever?"
"Well, what do you think?" Jim reached out to ruffle his friend's hair.
Plato rolled over onto his stomach and rested his chin in his hands. He closed his eyes and a peaceful smile came to his face. Life was now perfect.
Jim woke up in his bed. It was all just a dream – a dream about how things were that night, before the monsters came. A tear rolled down Jim's cheek and hit the pillow. Plato was dead. Life would never really be perfect. Then in a flash of fury, Jim punched his pillow. Thinking about how things could have been was too painful for him. He buried his face in the travesseiro and sobbed.
The End
After a couple mais sips of cool water, Jim settled himself back down and buried his face into the extra pillows that his mother had brought for him. As if being sick wasn't bad enough, he was also in a depressed state mind – haunted por the recent death of his beloved friend Plato.
A sad smile came to Jim's face as he fondly remembered his young, dark-haired companion. He closed his eyes and let his memory travel back…
Plato. Just thinking about him made Jim feel warm all over. He remembered this one time when Plato kissed him. It happened when the two were standing outside Jim's house one evening. There was nobody else around. The two friends were talking to each other when suddenly, Plato leaned progressivo, para a frente and kissed Jim on the lips. Stunned, Jim ended their conversation and went back inside the house. But he wouldn't forget that kiss in a million years.
Jim was straight. No doubt about that. He loved Judy very much. Dear, sweet Judy. But he knew that Plato had a massive crush on him, and Jim was flattered por that. Who wouldn't be? Plato was certainly a very, very handsome boy.
Oh God, his eyes…those big, beautiful, Sicilian brown eyes! The way those eyes would get so adorably big when he opened them wide. And the way they crinkled warmly at the edges when he smiled.
And Plato's lips were uber warm and incredibly soft. Even softer than Judy's lips. Jim couldn't believe how delectable that boy's lips were. In only that quick smooth, Jim tasted a delicious sweetness and all the spices of Sicily. Those were lips to melt in your mouth.
And that gorgeous, dark hair…Jim loved everything about it. He loved how soft it felt and how good it smelled.
"Rest in Peace, my friend," Jim said suddenly, his voice sickly and feeble. "I hope you know that, no matter what …I will always amor you."
Jim Stark found himself back at the old mansion, standing at the topo, início of the staircase. He looked downward and saw Plato clinging to the banister, smiling proudly up at him. Plato was looking ever so enchanting with his black hair, adorable grin, and big wet eyes. Jim smiled back and ran down stairs, jumping over the side of the banister and spinning his friend playfully in the air. A smiling Judy was sitting on the floor, watching them fool around.
Jim was feeling practically playful today, so he locked one arm around his friend and started tickling him with the other. Plato yelped and sweet giggles poured from his throat.
"No, Jim! Stahahap!" squealed the dark-haired youth.
Jim found this too adorable and wanted to keep tickling him, but he had compassion and soon let up. Plato took a moment to catch his breath, then he beamed and gave Jim a tight hug.
Smiling, Jim returned the hug but was taken por surprise when he felt Plato's fingers tickling on his sides. Jim exploded with laughter and sank down to his knees.
"I gotcha! I gotcha!" Plato exclaimed happily as he tickled Jim into submission.
"I-I know!" Jim chuckled, when Plato stopped to let him get a breather.
Then Jim and Plato looked over at Judy and started advancing toward her with wiggling fingers.
"Oh no, you don't!" she said, jumping up and running away. The two boys laughed as they chased after her.
Soon the boys got tired out and laid down on the floor seguinte to each other, panting. When Judy saw them looking exhausted, she came out of her hiding place and joined them on the floor.
"I want to live here forever," Plato said wistfully.
Jim and Judy looked at each other. "I don't see why not," Judy spoke.
"Both of you will stay here with me, right? Forever?"
"Well, what do you think?" Jim reached out to ruffle his friend's hair.
Plato rolled over onto his stomach and rested his chin in his hands. He closed his eyes and a peaceful smile came to his face. Life was now perfect.
Jim woke up in his bed. It was all just a dream – a dream about how things were that night, before the monsters came. A tear rolled down Jim's cheek and hit the pillow. Plato was dead. Life would never really be perfect. Then in a flash of fury, Jim punched his pillow. Thinking about how things could have been was too painful for him. He buried his face in the travesseiro and sobbed.
The End
