04-05-2010, 12:57 AM
Oh, haha.
Ohkay. :3
EDIT: the format is seriously messed up. D: lemme fix it first.
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Love is like a Fruit Tree: Part One, Apple Tree
“Hey, come down! You’re going to fall and break something!”
The little girl looked down at the little boy from amongst the branches of an apple tree. As if, scoffed the girl in her head, before turning away and reaching for another apple.
“No, really! You really should come down, just in case you get hurt!”
The apple was a glossy red, but she polished it anyway on her shirt before taking a big bite. Sticky apple juice dripped from her hand, but she ignored it, choosing instead to enjoy the sweet and crisp piece of apple in her mouth. Fall really was apple season, she mused. Sitting up in an apple tree on a clear day, catching apples before they fell down, and with no one to disturb her, it was definitely a good way to past time.
“Come down! If you don’t, I’ll, I’ll get up there myself and drag you down!”
The girl gave an irritated glance at the boy, who was red-faced from yelling and nervously fiddling with his left ear. She took a bite of the apple, and then sighed. Was it too much to ask to enjoy a beautiful day in peace?
“Okay, you asked for it! I’m, I’m going up!”
The girl’s eyebrow rose, and her lips curved into an amused grin. Well, she supposed this wasn’t bad entertainment either. A scrawny boy the size of a twig was going to climb up her apple tree? She tossed her apple to the ground, then nimbly climbed further away from the boy. Settling herself in between two sturdy branches, she pulled a branch aside and peered at the boy through the leaves.
He was still on the ground, awkwardly hopping up to find a handhold or foothold, then ungracefully falling backwards. He looked a bit like a crab, with his arms and legs flailing about.
The girl chuckled, and decided to tease the boy a little.
“Hey Mr. Crab, shouldn’t you go back to your cesspools?”
The boy’s face, although very red, turned even brighter. He spun around, but unable to see her, turned back toward his task and shouted at the tree.
“I’m trying to save you! Why don’t you get off then, huh? You’re no monkey.”
“Better monkey than crab!”
The boy’s chest swelled indignantly.
“Wait till I get you, you just wait, I’m going to climb up there, and…” Angrily muttering to himself, he found himself a handhold, and pulled himself up. Peering around, he lunged from his spot towards a thick bough. Fortunately, he threw himself with enough force to reach it; or else he would have slipped and landed on his bottom. She watched as he scrambled up onto the bough on all fours, froze, and lied flat on his stomach. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was half-scared to death.
“Mr. Caterpillar, you can get down now. I’ll come down.” She watched the boy look down, gulp, and reattach himself closer against the branch. Guess he was scared after all.
She rolled her eyes. Six feet. Even if he fell, he wouldn’t break his leg or anything. A bruise, at the most. She clambered out of the branches, and dropped to the ground.
“See, it isn’t that bad.”
The boy twisted his head around, watching her with fearful eyes.
Sighing, she walked over to him and clambered up half-way up the tree, close enough so she could find a foothold for him. She gently tugged his foot, guiding it to the nearest crevice for him to support himself. Very slowly, he lifted himself from the branch and slid backwards towards the foothold.
“There, that’s it. See, it isn’t so bad.”
She guided him to another foothold, then stepped back to watch him slowly disembark from the tree. Never before had she seen a boy so ungraceful. After all, weren’t boys meant to climb trees?
Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and she grinned. Before the boy could take his last two steps towards safe earth, she ran up and tickled him on the sides. She darted back and watched him tumble to the ground, her laughter ringing out like bells. She held her sides as she watched him dust himself off with the little dignity he had left, and tears poured from her eyes as she spotted a big brown dust spot on his bottom.
“Why you…” His eyebrows furrowed, the boy took an apple from the ground, and tossed it at her.
“Your aim sucks,” she cried as the apple fell a good three feet to her right. “Watch this!”
She bent over double as her apple smacked him smartly on the chest, her eyes streaming. His eyes were crossed, and his head bent down, staring at the place he was hit. That look on his face, he was completely shocked, and it was absolutely comical.
Regaining his composure, he looked around for the biggest apple he could find. Like a wounded soldier, he bravely strode towards her, apple ready in hand.
She stopped laughing, watching the apple in his hand rather apprehensively.
Then, as if in slow motion, his arm wound back, snapped forward, and the apple sped towards her.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact.
“HAHAHAHAHA! Got you good that time!” laughed the boy, smirking at the girl’s expression. She looked around for the apple, only to realize that even though he had been three feet away, the apple still landed a foot to her right.
“Your aim still sucks,” she muttered as she got up and dusted off her jeans. Hands in pocket, she walked off to fields.
“Oh, come on, I was just playing! I wouldn’t have really hit you,” called the boy.
“Yeah I know, not with your aim. I have to go home though, or else my mom will flip. Catch you later.”
“Alright! See you tomorrow?”
“Maybe.”
The boy watched her walk further and further away, before calling out again.
“What’s your name?”
Without turning back, the girl raised an arm. “Emma. See you later.”
“Bye!” called out the boy. He watched her until she disappeared behind a hill, then picked up an apple and went his own way.
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