Short Stories

Maxine | Bohdi | Bartholomew

The tall girl sat next to the smaller boy on the curb of an abandoned street. A car or two sped past every once in a while in the desolate side of town. The boy's dark hair fell into his bruised and cut face. He growled, rolling up his jean pant leg to reveal his scraped knee to the girl. "God I hate seeing you do this, Max." Her gentle and soft brown eyes fell on him, "Bohdi... don't worry about it," she said, taking the knife from her lover," it doesn't hurt and it heals instantly."

Her smile bubbles, petting Bohdi's head. He shoved her hand away, "Just hurry it up..." Maxine sighed, sniffling. She hated to see Bohdi get into fights. But, she didn't want that stranger to get away with groping her. Maxine took the knife and the glistening red liquid dropped from her right wrist into Bohdi's shaking hand. He carefully sipped the metallic and tangy red fluid and shuddered.

But, the black and blue dispersed, his pale face shining bright and clean. The cuts slowly formed, turning into scars. Maxine couldn't help but sob, "Oh Bohdi..." she wrapped her arms around the smaller male, nearly knocking him over with her large size. Bohdi sighed, but secretly enjoyed the embrace. "Get off me, Gee-juz Christ." He said once he took all he can handle.

Maxine wipes her eyes, her eyeliner smearing. Bohdi scoffed, and licked his thumb. He put his clean hand on her cheek to draw her in, and used the wet thumb to wiped her makeup off. Bohdi then dried his thumb, and placed it on her opposite cheek. He drew her into a kiss, making her squeal when he stuck his tongue inside. Bohdi just chuckled once he pulled back slowly, spit clinging to both their lips, "Come on, Doll. Let's go get a drink."Bohdi stood up, taking Maxine's hand. Even though he was a lot shorter, over half a foot shorter, his hands were still bigger than hers. He smiled, and the two swung their entwined fingers back and forth. Maxine giggled, looking down at Bohdi. She grinned playfully, stroking his palm.

Bohdi looked at his hand, then up at her. He didn't acknowledge it, and kept on walking to the convenient store. Maxine always wore long sleeve shirts/sweaters to hide her scars. People normally assumed that she dealed in the art of self-harm. But, Maxine wasn't any of that. She was too pure-hearted and forgiving to be depressed or suicidal.

She stared into Bohdi's bright yet dull eyes. Maxine could see their first appearance in the pool of dark brown.
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Maxine forced herself not to cover her ears when she reminisced the yells and shouts of delinquents as they gathered around a small boy. She remembers her ex scaring them away, his large voice booming, as if shooing away a pack of pathetic dogs.

Maxine looked over at her ex, trying to hold back her fear and tears. She couldn't cold the tears though.  The tall girl hurried over to the befallen stranger, and dug her nails into her wrist. The blood dripped into the pale lips of the wounded.
His lids fluttered, his eyes opening. He blinked and looked up at Maxine with swollen, beaten eyes. The boy groaned, the swelling melting away and all the bruises swimming away. Maxine smiled gently, her plump lips making a W like shape.

As her ex ran after the other strangers, Maxine helped the boy up. She grinned, her teeth peeled through, "H-Hi... You okay?" He grumbled something unintelligible. She tilted her head, her sandy hair covering her face. "What's your name?"

He furrowed his brows, basically glaring at her, "Bohdi." Maxine didn't understand his glare, oblivious to its harmful malice, "I'm Maxine."

Bohdi raised up as Maxine stood up. She could tell that he was intimidated by her height, considering he was... well, short.  Maxine clutched her bloody sleeve, now bashful and embarrassed. "Well.. Bohdi. Let me and my boyfriend take you out for a drink. We were on our way."