Inspired by one Mr. Crowder
He had a thin wiry frame. And a crazy head of hair. It stuck straight up. No one knew why or how, but that’s what it did. Sometimes he’d try to flatten it down, but it’d look so unnatural that he gave up.
His eyes were those multi-color ones. They would change with his mood. Angry days meant those cliche stormy grey eyes, eyes people would be nervous to meet, regular days meant green, a welcoming cheerful green, but those days, those days where he was happy? They were the bluest of blue. He glowed. His energy seeped through his pores, infecting everyone in his proximity. His eyes twinkled and his smile dazzled and everyone just wanted to be near him. He wasn’t conventionally handsome by any means, and even in the unconventional sense he was may have been only considered average looking, but those happy days, every girl in Leesburg would flock to him. And not just the ones round his age. The grandmothers, the mothers, the teenagers, toddlers. They wanted to be near him. Be around his energy.
The kids loved playing with him. He didn’t treat them like they were kids and he was the grown up. He treated them like people. He wouldn’t let them win. Not only would he not let him win, sometimes he’d actively cheat. But only on the happy days.
The grandma’s and the mothers? They loved pampering him. Feeding him. Tellin him stories. Setting him up on dates. Teasing him. He was the son that they never had. He was the grandson that replaced the one that never visited. But only on the happy days.
But as with all heroes, those happy days were few and far between.
His eyes were those multi-color ones. They would change with his mood. Angry days meant those cliche stormy grey eyes, eyes people would be nervous to meet, regular days meant green, a welcoming cheerful green, but those days, those days where he was happy? They were the bluest of blue. He glowed. His energy seeped through his pores, infecting everyone in his proximity. His eyes twinkled and his smile dazzled and everyone just wanted to be near him. He wasn’t conventionally handsome by any means, and even in the unconventional sense he was may have been only considered average looking, but those happy days, every girl in Leesburg would flock to him. And not just the ones round his age. The grandmothers, the mothers, the teenagers, toddlers. They wanted to be near him. Be around his energy.
The kids loved playing with him. He didn’t treat them like they were kids and he was the grown up. He treated them like people. He wouldn’t let them win. Not only would he not let him win, sometimes he’d actively cheat. But only on the happy days.
The grandma’s and the mothers? They loved pampering him. Feeding him. Tellin him stories. Setting him up on dates. Teasing him. He was the son that they never had. He was the grandson that replaced the one that never visited. But only on the happy days.
But as with all heroes, those happy days were few and far between.