The eight year old boy pulled on his sweater and ran outside. The dried leaves crunched under the rubber of his shoes, announcing his arrival to any animals in the area. A large rabbit
perked it’s head up before hopping away from the boy. A red bird flying up higher in the tree as he passed. Tweek wondered why animals were so skittish around people when they seemed perfectly
comfortable around each other.
Tweek felt his body flying forward as his toes were caught under a branch on the ground. He hit the ground with an ‘ooph’ but quickly got up and started pulling the leaves out of his red knitted sweater.
He looked up at the clouded sky as he heard a shock of thunder roar. The boy wondered how bad the storm would be or if it would even reach the area. It wasn’t uncommon for thunder to roar but the storm itself simply pass by, not stopping to share it’s sweet rain.
Tweek began walking again.
He saw a familiar blonde head with green streaks, leaning over the creek. She had green streaks through her hair from the chlorine of the community pool. Striped gloves covered her hands and a long red coat covered her body down to her knees. Tweek’s mother bought her that coat for her birthday. Tweek had told her it was a dumb gift and chose to give her a toy instead, but the girl seemed to love the coat.
Tweek reached his arm out, poking her back. “Hey Kelp.” he called her by her nickname. A nickname she had earned from her hair discoloration.
Kelly looked up at him and smiled. “Hi booger brain.” she got to her feet, standing about an inch taller than he. “I’ve been waiting all day!” she pushed her friend’s shoulders, making him stumble back.
A rain drop flew from the heavens, finding its way to Tweek’s nose. The droplet caused him to look up at the darkening clouds. “It’s gonna rain.” a smile twitched at his lips.
“Of course it is. Didn’t you hear the thunder?” Kelly asked. “Dummy.”
“Do you think the lightning will strike here?” he asked.
The girl, named Kelly, shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe...” she looked down at the creek. “Um....Tweek?”
The boy looked up at her and tilted his head at her tone. “Yeah, Kelp?”
Instead of a spoken response, Kelly pressed her lips against his, her eyes squeezed shut and a blush rising to her cheeks. Tweek’s eyes opened as wide as they could without popping out. HIs entire face burn red. He wanted to move. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he could move but he wanted to do something instead of standing there, bug eyed and frozen in place.
Kelly finally pulled away, her eyes on the ground. They stayed like that for a few moments until she finally spoke. “Well don’t just stand there! Say something!”
Tweek finally snapped out of his state of shock. “I-I....” he stuttered, trying to get words out but he wasn’t sure what to say. Both children stood across from each other by the creek, faces red.
“Why’d yo-” Tweek started but was quickly interrupted.
“Give me your hand.” She said as she took off her glove and reached into the cold creek water. her hand cringed away at first but she forced it back in and grabbed a beer bottle out. Kelly threw the bottle down on a large rock that was mostly buried under the dirt. The glass shattered into several large pieces. She picked up a triangular piece and took Tweek’s waiting hand.
Without warning, she pressed the edge hard against his palm. He squealed and yanked his head away, causing the blade to slash a clean cut across his palm.
“Pansy.” She whispered. Kelly made a face as she cut into her own palm, creating a similar wound. “Give me your hand.” She repeated the order from earlier.
“No! I don’t want you cutting me again.” Tweek said, cradling his hand against his chest.
“I won’t cut you again.” she dropped the glass shard. Tweek hesitantly handed over his trembling hand. With her gloved hand, Kelly held his hand, palm up. She squeezed her hand above his,
causing drops of her blood to fall into his wound.
“Do the same thing to me.” Kelly said, holding out her wounded hand.
“Why? Kelly this is weird.” he said, frowning at his hand.
“Just do it Tweek.” Kelly said. Tweek obeyed and squeezed his blood into her wound. “Now we’re never apart. Always together. Me and you, forever.” Kelly hugged him tight, blood staining the back of his shirt.
“Of course we’ll always be together. Forever and ever.” Tweek furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why she felt she had to go to such extremes so that they’d never be apart. They were almost always together.
Tweek and Kelly walked out of the forest. They both jumped as thunder shook the ground under them and a bright flash of lightning shot down in the neighbor’s yard. The small dog yelped
briefly but the sound went unheard under the thunder’s mighty roar as lightning struck the dog that was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Wind whipped around the children, trying to push off their jackets. Tweek stared wide eyed with Kelly at the fence that separated the two yards.
“That was really close...” Tweek said after a few moments of shock. The electricity still hung in the air. “Do you think it’ll hit my house?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Why?” Kelly asked, finally breaking her gaze away from the 6 foot white fence.
Tweek pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head and turned his back to the wind. “I know it’s attracted to metal and tall things. Like trees. Or telephone poles. I wonder how powerful
that strike was.”
“Telephone poles aren’t metal!” Kelly said, putting her gloved hands on her hips.
“Well no....but they have wires in them! And lightning is electricity. Electricity runs through the wires.” Tweek was usually very sure of his logic when Kelly wasn’t around. But when she was, she could make him feel like an idiot even if he’s absolutely right.
“Fine. But how will you tell how powerful it is?” Kelly asked.
“Well....I could tie a stuffed animal or something to the telephone pole. It’ll explode when lightning hits it.” Tweek grinned as curiosity flashed in his eyes.
“Umm, dumdum, I think you’re going to get really hurt if you do that! You don’t know anything about telephone poles.”
“Yes I do!”
“No you don’t!”
“Yes I do!!”
“NO, you don’t!”
“You’re just jealous that I’m gonna do something cool.” Tweek finally concluded, crossing his arms.
“Nuh uh! Tweek, this isn’t a good idea! I’m gonna tell your mom if you do it!”
“Ugh, you’re such a tattletale, I’m not going to get hurt, you just don’t know anything. I’m gonna tell on you before you tell on me.”
Tweek had always been defensive of himself around Kelly. Typically the dude to girl macho complex, but he always wanted to try and impress her with whatever he did. Like that time
when he and Kelly were 6 years old at a community swimming pool, and he thought he could drink all of the pool water. The boy ended up puking right on the spot and causing everybody to leave
so they could drain the pool and clean it.
“Tweek, you can’t just tell on me for no reason! I’m leaving. You do your dumdum experiment! I don’t want to play with you anymore.” Kelly proceeded to walk away in frusteration..
Kelly stormed away and shrieked at the top of her lungs in anger. She didn’t wanna hear or see Tweek at that moment. The 8 year old boy felt rather awful. He tried to follow her slowly,
but he wanted to maintain a safe, ‘totally-not-going-to-provoke-her-any-more’ distance.
Kelly spun on her heels when she heard his foot steps in the grass. She saw Tweek standing there and screamed at him.
Tweek stopped out of guilt, and watched her go. Suddenly he felt as if there was a monster named Guilt eating his stomach. Tweek began fearing the loss of his friend. When The boy’s fear finally took over, he decided he needed to do something right then.
People tend to make very rash decisions when they’re paranoid about a worst-case scenario. He figured at that moment, if he does the experiment properly and it goes as planned, Kelly will realize that he’s been right all along and be his friend again. He proceeded to bolt home to pick up a teddy bear, some metal stuff, and some tape.
Tweek ran passed his mother who was drinking her eighth glass of wine. He ran into the garage and dug through a box of old junk. He grabbed his father’s golf clubs, electrical tape a pair of wire cutters. The boy ran back out of the garage and up to his bedroom. He grabbed the first stuffed toy he found and ran back down stairs, out the front door.
Tweek cut through the cords on the telephone pole and pulled out the wires, stripping them. The boy was careful not to touch them. He could hear the buzzing electricity in them. Tweek
walked around the telephone pole, taping the stuffed dog and golf clubs to it. He saw lightning strike a tree near by and jumped out of his skin.
He held his chest, feeling his heart beat hard against his hand. He watched with eyes as big as saucers as the tree that that been struck came crashing down in the well groomed yard.
He turned his attention back to the stuffed animal and ripped off the tape. He had to prove Kelly wrong. Then she couldn’t be mad at him.
Tweek fought with the electrical tape, trying to get it rip off.
“Tweek?! What are you doing?!” Kelly yelled from across the street. Her voice was lost in the wind though and she couldn’t stop the inevitable. As she ran across the street towards him, she was too late. A bolt of lightning struck his back with a loud roar of thunder. It felt as if a dull blade, red hot was slashing through his back. Tweek screamed and so did Kelly but their screams went unheard over the thunder.The lightning had thrown Tweek forward against the telephone pole. He landed back on his back and continued screaming and crying. That’s when it began raining.
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