Seeing Red Seeing Red - Buford/BaljeetSeeing Red by Invader-Zim-Fever
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Prompt: 86. 'Seeing Red'
86. Seeing Red
He was furious, livid, shaking with anger as he allowed the shattered remains of his new calculator to slip between his fingers.
The attack on his property had been completely unwarranted, but Buford couldn't help himself.
He loved to see Baljeet mad.
He wasn't sure why, to be honest. Perhaps because it was a side of the small Indian boy he rarely got to see, his usual retaliation was a meek whimper or feigned indifference. He had to work hard to get the boy angry, to get him to actually stick up for himself, but it was well worth the effort.
Anger looked good on the boy. It was a shame he resorted to it so little.
If he did, they'd probably be on even footing with one another. Baljeet, while not quite as intelligent as
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Baljeet was seated in a field of grass, trying to make sense of what just happened when he heard a voice. He looked up to see Buford standing with an outstretched hand and gasped. Buford? But this wasn't possible. Buford wasn't here. Buford couldn't be here he was dead.
But here he was with a crooked smile on his face, tattered tux jacket and red stains across the chest. Acting like nothing was wrong. Like they hadn't just been in a car accident that had sent them tumbling into a ditch.
Baljeet's hand started to tremble as he put it into Buford's. He was pulled to stand, and into his chest. He was hit with immediate warmth, not from the blood soaked shirt, but instead from Buford himself. Baljeet latched his arms onto Buford as well as he could, sobs overtaking his small frame.
"Buford I I thought I lost you!" He cried, burying his face in Buford's chest. He didn't care how dirty he got, or how much they both smelled like gasoline a
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Granted, his time spent with the Indian boy did make him concerned just a teeny bit about his grades, but not by much more than a hair.
Another minute passed and Buford felt himself getting antsy. He reached into his cargo pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As he lit up, he saw Baljeet exit the school with his hands crossed in front of his small chest. He knew the small boy didn't exactly approve of his habit, but still, he never complained whenever his lips tasted of the substance. And a tug on the front of Buford's shirt to initiate a kiss was all
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Buford's voice came out barley above a whisper. He never thought he'd see the day where he would be the one begging, the one pleading for something. And that something was Baljeet.
Baljeet looked at Buford with sad brown eyes. He was sitting next to him in Buford's beat up old car, clutching a wrinkled and heavily used map. His eyes darted down, and he tightened his small hands around the papers in them.
"I have to Buford. You know that as well as I do." Baljeet couldn't bare to look Buford in the eyes anymore. He could see his former bully's eyes starting to water, and he was holding back tears himself.
"But you're smart enough to skip college. You practically did it all in high school. Fuck, you probably did it all in elementary school " Buford's voice cracked. "You don't need this. Just take a stupid test and leave. You can do that, right?"
Buford really knew that it probably wasn't that simple. But he wanted it more than anything to be true.
"I will not