Told By Us (Completed)

Mellow

    I sat up in my bed. It was Saturday and I had a boxing match. I looked around my room at all the posters of the Rocky movies. There was a knock on the door.

   " What's up dad?"

   " You have a guest at the door."

       I got out of bed and looked in my small mirror. I had really bad bed head. I smoothed it down as best I could. After ten seconds I just let it be. I went down the stairs of our two floor house. When I opened the door more Spencer was standing there.

   Spencer was a senior who went to Stewart High. He and I use to talk on and off. We'd be friends one moment and then the next, the worst of enemies. He was tall and buff. Dark brown hair, light brown eyes. Didn't really understand why he choice me to talk to. I was frail, long, and quite frankly useless.

    " Hey it's nice to see you," he grinned.

   " What do you want Spencer."

  " I wanted to talk to you in private, and well in person. Can I come in."

     I stared at him. As if he were truly the idiot I wanted him to be.

   " Fine, come on."

   I told my dad we'd be in my room catching up. He smiled as if he knew something different was up. I looked at him side ways, but then again my dad is always a negative thinker. I led Spencer to my room. As soon as we got in there I closed the door.

  " pretty clean for a boy's room," he chuckled.

  " It's easier to find stuff. You know?"

  " Yep, I know what you mean."

   He came over and sat on the bed next to me. He glanced at me. Out of no where he kisses me. In my shock I didn't know what to do. I push him away. I slapped him and stood, backing away. He held his red cheek.

" Have you lose your mind," I say vexed.

" I know you miss me Mellow. Why don't we just work it out."

" First of all you must be forgetting who put in all the effort the first time. Second of all, give me a break with all the bull crap."

" But..."

" No! No buts... not this time."

" Mellow."

" leave."

" what?"

" I said leave!"

I grabbed him by his shirt. He willingly got up. I pushed him down the stairs. He wasn't moving fast enough so it was the only thing that made sense. I pushed him out of the door and slammed it. My dad came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. I turned to him.

" I'm ok dad, don't worry," my voice cracked.

" Are you sure cause I can tell when your lying?"

I took a deep breath. He was right. He always knew when I was lying. Probably more then I did. I grew up with this man thinking that I could out smart him. Clearly, wrong I might add. I hugged him without thinking. He laughed.

" what's this for," he whispered.

  " I don't know. I just thought I needed it before my match tonight." He wrapped his arms around me.

   " Don't worry son. You'll do great."

     Five hours before the match I decided to meet up with Ailani, because well me and her have it easy when it comes to talking to each other. Pretty much about everything. We met at the Color Doors. It was a neighborhood that every kid like to play at. It was on the east side so less drama happened.

I sat on the swing in thought. I watched as the kids played on the slides. Being young and having no worries must be awesome. Ailani walked up waving. She would always wear a vest. Whether it be blazing hot or freezing, she consistently had it on. With long jeans, rips at the knees. And a pink short sleeve t-shirt.

" Hey Mellow, your call sounded urgent." She sat down on the swing next to me.

" That's because it is," I sighed.

" So what's the problem. And don't forget, leaving out detail is bad."

" Ok...Spencer kissed me."

" He did what!" Ailani covered her mouth as she gasped.

" I was surprised myself."

" So what did you do! How do you feel about it?"

" Well I smacked him. And to be honest I have mixed feelings about it. I mean we use to be a thing, but now I don't know."

" that's because he doesn't want to tell everyone at school he's gay."

" Whoa, Ailani I'm not gay either."

" Yeah, ok," she snickered. I rolled my eyes and pushed her gently. She laughed, then began to swing.

    Two hours before the match I went into practice. My coach had already had everything set up. I put on my gloves. They were my favorite color. Purple. I went to the punching bag. After hitting it a couple of times, my coach showed up. She gave me the biggest smile.

" Hey champ, we aren't going to go easy today."

" We never go easy." We laugh in unison. She always said go hard or go home. She picked up my mouth piece and handed it to me.

" I don't need that yet."

" Yes you do. Look." She pointed toward the entrance. My opponent was coming in, a crowd behind him.

" why is he here early."

  " I don't know, but whatever the reason I want you to keep a leveled head. Don't let anything he may say get to you." As she finished her statement he and he's coach were soon in front of us.

  " My boy got eager. He couldn't wait another hour," the coach said.

  " You're boy can get eager all he want. The match doesn't start for another hour," my coach responded.

  " Oh come on, don't tell me he's a little girl. I thought you taught boys," my opponent said.

  " I'll take your head on a plate any day of the week," I spat.

   Before I knew it we were both in the ring. My coach really didn't want me to do it. I had to choice. I couldn't just take his words and lay down. I wanted to fight anyway. More then anyone could ever tell.

  " In the red corner weighing in at 200 pounds we have Roger Stevennnnnnn. And in the blue corner weighing in at 205, Mellow Jacobsssssss!" We hit gloves and the fight was on.