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Fizzy

Love hearts have just a bit of that soda in them so when they are eaten they fizz. I love that feeling, even the taste I still do. I like those little ‘Lotsa-fizz’ candies too and pop rocks are fun and I even like those paper candy discs called UFO’s that were filled with fizzy powder.

But nothing beats my Love hearts.

Why?

It’s the first candy that I ever had that was something meant for me.

The real me.

See we moved around a lot and that masked my whole head full of strange ideas; I mean I’m strange anyways but still. There’s strange and then there’s looking at yourself and thinking…

Boy!?

Wait what?

See I’m not, my parents say that, my doctors say that but I’ve never said that and it’s a scary thing to bring up. I mean when your family doctor only makes comments on how you’re a boy and can’t see what’s really going on it kind of makes you want to keep quiet.

But that’s kinda now and not then.

See back then I was like six and there was this other boy who liked down the street from me in the trailer park we grew up in and we were playmates sort off.

Well we were but all of the other kids were like ten and older so it was play by ourselves or together but away from them or they’d pick on us until we left.

And I never thought anything of it until Valentines Day in grade 1.

But it was kind of a bad day all the other girls that were well obviously girls were getting little candies and all sorts of valentines I was getting a few and they were kind of those obligatory ones that you got because you were a boy.

Then Tommy came over.

He’s the neighbor boy that was my playmate.

He looked at me and he was kind of that little kid bashful and shy but he reached in his pocket and passed me a roll of Love hearts.

“Tommy?”

“I was givin these out to the girls ‘cause mom said the girls would like them…here.”

“But…”

“It’s okay I know you’re really a girl in secret.” He put his fingers to his lips and made the shush gesture and he went on to the other girls but I never forgot that. Or the way that they tasted.

And ever since when it’s gotten rough being me they’ve been like a magic pill for me. Take one out and read it and just sort of remember how pure that moment was that Tommy knew and I wasn’t even trying he just knew and he saw me.

It’s taken me back all the way through junior high and through a whole bunch of things.

Dad works heavy construction and he’s usually doing really big jobs and stuff and he was just starting things back then and after he got a big job up near Whitehorse we moved. Then it was Alberta and then Labrador City.

I liked Labrador City…it’s was really different and I was kind of used to the native kids and stuff from living in the Yukon and stuff but when I was there I was old enough to learn all kinds of neat stuff.

Like way better french even though the dialect is a little different outside of school than school taught french and there was a lot of stuff like skiing and snowboarding and driving a snowmobile.

We lived just outside of town that we had a old bunch of back fields and a really decent sized hill. Not that everyone lives and drives snowmobiles and dogsleds. Though school friends did have teams.

Oh and I came out.

We were leaving Calgary to move and I had kind of fell into a funk. Okay it was worse than that because puberty was hitting and stuff and I hated it a whole lot and desperate I resulted in self medicating.

I was washing down my self medicated dose when my mom walked in and saw me and the round plastic package and she found out where she’s been misplacing her birth control pills.

And once she realized that I wasn’t taking them to get high and that I knew what they were.

Yeah the jig was kind of up.

Dad took time off for the move and most of it was seeing a councilor and….

Mom was very not getting it. Loudly and aggressively in the therapists office.

“You’re a boy! I had a boy! I didn’t have a girl why do you keep saying that you’re a girl!?”

“That’s because I am a girl Mom! I always have been!”

“No! No you’re not! You’re sick! God doesn’t make mistakes he made you a boy and I’m not having this…this perversion!”

“Don’t bring god into this! We don’t even go to church! Heck I don’t even know what church we’re part of!?”

Dad actually says kind of calmly. “United church.”

Mom spun on him and yelled. “Why are you so goddamned calm Patrick our son thinks he’s a damned girl!? You should be freaking out about this more than me?”

Dad just looked at her and looked at me. “Tara I know my kid, and they’re not crazy.”

“He thinks he’s supposed to be a girl!”

“Maybe she is?”

“WHAT!?”

“Look Tara she’s other than this never lied to us, never fought, broke things or got into a lot of trouble, she’s not into drugs or drinking and her marks are okay except for the teachers notes about how she socializes in class…so what if she’s not crazy, what if she’s finally telling us the truth?”

“It’s not the truth, they’re a boy!”

“Why don’t we let the doctor actually do her job and tell us what’s what?”

It went on like that for a long time and I was diagnosed with GID and with that…mom left before we moved.

It hurt really but at the same time part of my brain got it after awhile. Mom was freaked and maybe worse…I’m still not sure if she hates me but y’know those women that don’t like women…like they don’t have like girlfriends and stuff they don’t hang around other women? That’s what mom was like anyways.

Dad and Mom divorced and she actually was sort of okay on that dad gave her the house in Calgary instead of us selling it and the mini-van and the truck was sold and split since we were moving by air and there was a lawyer scuffle but basically since Dad has custody he doesn’t pay alimony and she doesn’t pay child support.

She signed over the child tax credit and that’s my allowance as long as I keep out of trouble and keep my grades up and stuff.

But it was pretty cool….Dad actually accepted me not for like the whole emotional stuff but like he said he gave me the benefit of the doubt.

And when we moved to Labrador it was as Michelle Bishop and not Michael and I lived there from grade seven until grade nine…went through my whole kick start into my real puberty and stuff the way that I was supposed to and I even had dated a few times last year.

It never got sexual and there were a few kisses here and there and Zack Benet this really cute Sheshatshiu (Innu)-Italian mixed guy took me to the movies and instead of watching Cloud Atlas we ended up kissing at one of the kissing points and then making out really heavy duty and him getting his hands under my tee-shirt and bra and fondled my boobs.

I never told him that but he made me pop in my underpants…all he knows is that I bit him.

That was weird too…I’ve never really been able to get there myself and not for trying and I don’t get pop-ups any more after all those years on hormones and stuff I just get kinda there if I’m really, really aroused.

But just kinda so far since then.

Does that count as losing you’re virginity?

Anyway…no one knew and that’s fine with me and stuff and not even my friends knew I mean I wasn’t like sticking out of my panties to start with and I had a gaff. I don’t need it really now except for times I really want to be sure.

Do I hate my bit?

No, not overly do I wish it was something else? Everyday but I know that my bit will become my genie-bottle so I’m kind of good with it.

Kinda.

But that kinda brings me up until now.

We’re moving back to Westlake and Dad’s gone from driving to his first office job and running the gravel quarry there and we’re going home.

Home, it’s a little weird really I’m sixteen or well I will be in a month…Whoo-ho licence! (Fist pump.)

Well it’s been nine years since I lived here. So it’s home but not really.

It’s really a pain in the butt moving. I have a lot of stuff and so does dad and we’re not leaving it behind either so we’ve had to ship stuff with this really private flight company and we went with all of our stuff from Labrador City to Lester B. in Toronto and we were stuck there for five extra hours waiting for the guys with the moving truck to come and pick us and all of our stuff up.

I’m not leaving my stuff, I have a lot of money and good memories in my stuff and I knew we’d be moving eventually anyways so I have a lot of Innu art and carvings and buckskins and other things that are worth a really good amount of money.

And not just my stuff but the house stuff too…most of the dishes and house stuff was me picking it out or Dad and I picking it out and it means a lot to me.

The basic stuff like some of the furniture well we left that with the house and when we went a couple of times to our new house to check it out and stuff Dad laid away a lot of stuff at like The Brick and Leon’s and Sears.

We stop by all three of those places as we drive through town and get them to show up and set up stuff too with the movers.

When we get there I see an old beat up pick up truck there and there’s this guy there mowing the lawn and he’s in sweat pant’s and a thin t-shirt and the…ohhh he has a nice butt. I mean that in the way a girl looks at a guys butt and not the gay thing.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that either but wow oh wow…you could bounce a quarter off of that. And on the way back pass the rest is not bad either. Blonde with semi short hair with these sexy waves through it and he’s tanned and muscled too.

Dad looks at me and shakes his head smiling. “Be careful okay?’

“Uh-huh, I have to be sort of right?”

“Yes until we know what people are going to be like here... yes.”

It’s sort of only because well I’m from town, Dad’s from town and people will remember Dad and that means odds are they’ll remember his little boy instead of his daughter.

We get out and I watch a little then we’re sort of busy getting stuff inside and when he’s done he rakes up and I come out with a bottle of water.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles and that’s nice too and he gives me this look…actually that look that guys give a girl when he’s checking her out.

“I thought you might like a drink.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Uhm Dad doesn’t remember getting someone over to mow, did the realtor send you over?”

“Nope, I heard you guys were moving home and I thought that I’d do something friendly to welcome you guys home.”

“Uhm thanks that’s really sweet.”

He takes the water and he takes a drink and goes to his truck and gets something from the seat and he walks over and passes me a roll of Love hearts.

Oh…

“Tommy?”

He smiles. “Yep, like I said I heard you were moving home and I thought that I’d come and see you.”

“After all this time?”

“Honestly I was curious.”

“People know?”

“It’s been all over town since you guys came and bought the place.”

“And?”

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Are you asking me out!?”

He laughs. “Actually yes, I wasn’t sure but yes.”

“So what changed you mind?”

“Your smile and being nice enough to bring me a drink.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

“Even with?”

“Michelle…”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

I grin with the happy. “So you don’t care what people think of me?”

“Actually it’s not that bad, kids at school looked you up on Facebook and through stuff at your school.”

“Oh…really?”

“Yeah really. You want some help moving in and stuff?’

“Actually I’d love it if you’re offering.”

“I’m offering but there is one thing though.”

I look at him as he sits on the tail gate and trades his work boots for sneakers.

“Oh what’s that?” I unwrap one end and smile and pop a candy in my mouth.

“You still bake cookies?”

I laugh. His mom was a really bad cook and I used to bake cookies from the Pillsbury stuff in his big sisters easy bake oven.

“I still bake cookies and more.”

His eyes actually lit up and I smile and reach out and take his hand. “C’mon let’s go get this done and go see Dad and then you can take me to get groceries.”

“Groceries?”

“You want your cookies don’t you?”

I lead him into the house and I’m sucking on my together again labelled candy and I’m smiling.

You gotta love it when life gets all fizzy and sweet.

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That was really sweet! :-)

Jemima Tychonaut's picture

That was really sweet! :-) Sorry, couldn't resist the pun. *blush*

I have a real soft spot for the love heart sweets and the way they fizz in your mouth when you suck them.

A nice short story. I really enjoyed the way you brought the start and the finish together with the same gift. :-)



"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

I started this awhile back and it just finally clicked.

I am trying to do some more short stories even though they're not my forte. Though I like fizzy candies the best I am a sucker for vintage candy too and the feelings.
*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

You just-

know you're going to get a lot a 'sweet' comments about this don't you? :) If we had a romance contest running you would be a winner! Short and yet so very full of good stuff!
Sweet! :)
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Grover

I was expecting the Sweet comments to come:)

But that's alright it comes with a title like that. I liked that this came out so well since I'm not a short story writer. Though if I was going to do a romance story it'd be longer.
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Bailey Summers

It's Been a While...

...since a story had me smiling this much at the end. Thanks...

Eric

Smiles are always good.

Thanks so much Eric:)
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Bailey Summers

Well yeah. Okay. But just

Well yeah. Okay. But just kinda, to borrow one of your phrases.

Ban nothing. Question everything.

Sorry. Unfair review. Too

Sorry. Unfair review. Too many happy endings.

Enjoyed the story.

Ban nothing. Question everything.

I am reading.

And I have no Idea just where this is heading but I will continue reading to find out.

Your misbehaving faerie

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With those with open eyes the world reads like a book

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Sweet!!

Pamreed's picture

What a nice find for a Sunday evening!!!!Thanks Bailey!!
It is good to read a story where it goes well for one of us!!
So was this a one-up or will there be more?

Hugs,
Pamela

Thanks Pamela.

Yeah this was a happy little one one but certainly open enough if I ever wanted to go back to it sometime.
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Bailey Summers

Thanks Portia:)

Just finally came out after a year just sitting on my flash drive.
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Bailey Summers

all fizzy and sweet

"You gotta love it when life gets all fizzy and sweet."

yep. you gotta love it.

and you gotta love fizzy and sweet stories by Bailey Summers

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Love Hearts are romantic.

In they're own way or always was to me.
*Great Big Angel Hugs*
Bailey a Proud Big brother.

Bailey Summers

Awww....

Hypatia Littlewings's picture

that was so sweet!

:))

Thank you Littlewings.

So glad that you enjoyed this.
*Great Big Hugs For Pixie Dust.*

Bailey Summers

Love the story

Love the story!
And it's kinda nice to see a
COOL Dad in a story!
Dads aren't always the ogres.
(get kinda depressed watchin the
men beating women channel on TV)

Well you got me crying again.....

D. Eden's picture

You really seem to have a knack for that Bailey. This was such a sweet story with a truly great ending.

You've mad a really wonderful finish to a somewhat down day for me. Thanks for reminding me that yes, there really are happy endings out there.

Dallas

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Thank You Dallas!:)

I like the idea of a boy getting her then still getting her now.
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Bailey Summers

Hmm...

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When Michelle gets her "genie-bottle", will she be able to make "sweet love"? = )

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More than likely.

I kind of liked the term Genie-bottle though too.
*Huggles and scratches*

Bailey Summers

Effervescent

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That's just to one-up everyone else. Very nice,

Joanne

LOL you did that I think.

I'm glad you enjoyed this.
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Bailey Summers

Now Bailey I thought she was

a good girl

“I still bake cookies and more.”

Bad innuendo sorry that's the nymph in me reading so much into a phrase I've used before But I added a bit too it, “I still bake cookies and do so much more.”

Goddess Bless you

Love Desiree

You're right Desiree:)

Michelle was adding in a little flirty innuendo there, mostly for fun but Tommy was really cute.
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Bailey Summers

Candy Is Dandy

Very Nice

Jill

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

Definitely Angela.

I'm glad that you enjoyed this.
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Bailey Summers

OMG! This really is sweet!

Michelle & Tommy back together again after all these years, how precious! It's amazing how closed minded her mom was. Her leaving was for the best I guess. Daddy on the other hands pretty cool! Nice "feel good"story Ms. Summers, I can almost feel the "Fizzy" ! (LOL). Loving Hugs, Talia

Thanks Talia!

I'm so glad that you enjoyed this. I was kind of going for short and sweet but wanted to have that boy from back then being the boy who still gets her now.
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Bailey Summers

Cute

Yes, it was sweet too....and a great ending.

I loved those Love Hearts and still do...mmm...can taste them now

Joanna

Thanks

What a wonderful story

MICKIE

Thanks Mickie:)

I'm really glad that you enjoyed this!
*Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

nice fizzy.. I mean Fuzzy

little tale. so does she like Zots also, though you don't see them very often.
great little short, thanks

I haven't seen Zots in ages.

I literally wouldn't know where to find them outside of a vintage candy store.
I'm glad this short went over so well.
*Hugs and Howls*

Bailey Summers

Awwwww

Now I feel all bubbly inside and like I could just sit here hugging myself and stare off into the distance in that happy way...

Xx
Amy

Thank You Bailey Summers

I loved this story!

Angel O'Hare

"Be Your-Self, So Easy to Say, So Hard to Live!"

Thanks So much Angel:)

I'm really glad that you and so many others enjoyed this since I seldom write a short story.

P.S. Love the sprite with the ripped jeans, super cute.

*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

This is such a sweet story. It is unusual that the mother would

so vehemently against her son becoming her daughter, but I guess things happen that way. The father is a very even tempered, open minded guy, who accepts things as they come. He is not the kind that makes excuses for NOT making waves, but why rock the boat when there is not storm. And even Tommy who was kind of sad that his childhood friend was moving away. Then, he was happy again, when his childhood friend moved back to town again.

This is a really sweet love story, and I would love to see how Tommy and Michelle get on. This is a very good start to what promises to be an exploration in to, what the mainstream deems, forbidden love.

"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."

Love & hugs,
Barbara

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

I know both parent types Barbara.

The dad's who can look at stuff and just be realistic about it over being all butthurt but also there's a large deal of women that honestly just never get along with other women.

I know I could've gone further with this but I kind of just want people to have their own little Tommy & Michele dreams.

*Great Big Hugs*

Bailey Summers

Actually I had

an Aunt who was just like this mother. She did not get along with other women whatsoever. Guys and boys were fine, but even her own daughter got ignored. It was very sad for my cousin, but that was just the way my aunt was. I think it had something to do with growing up in a large family with nothing but sisters.

There are women out in the world who have all the nurturing ability of a rock if that much. There are also men who are "That guy" that shows up in Bailey's stories who are caring and are all heart.

Like Tommy it seems! :)

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Grover

Some women do not like other women.

And I'm not sure why that is because it reads/feels completely different than things that men do?

Femysogyny?

A whole ot of men/guys I know are that guy and some are the one's that are the real keepers of the family.

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Bailey Summers

Awww!

An effervescent, sugary little tale that's nicely circular, just like the Love Hearts themselves :D

(Yes, deliberately using synonyms to avoid the comment equivalent of a saccharine overdose!)


As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Life

You have the eye to see a very everyday thing and see through it to the special moments that it hides.Love it.XXXX

Mmmm

Everyone should have a "Tommy" in their life *contented sigh*

*hugs*
Jenna