#30: Weekly Quick Fic #11
Title: Home Run
Prompt: Broken Glass and Double Standards
Bonus? no
Word Count: 370
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Travis plays ball and breaks the neighbor's window.
Travis watched the ball fly up over the wall in their backyard. He dropped the bat in excitement, rose his hands and shouted, “home run! The crowd goes wild!”
Chris laughed at him. “Aren’t you gonna run around the bases?”
Travis looked at the random objects placed around the yard to mark the bases. He shook his head and started to run, but suddenly, he heard a loud crash of glass breaking. He looked up over the high wall. “Oh no!”
Chris narrowed his eyes. “It must be the Jackson’s house. You’re in for it now.”
Travis was shocked, he shook his head and said, “Playing ball was your idea.”
Chris replied, “You hit the ball!”
Travis’ eyes started to water up. He didn’t want to get in trouble. “Well, I’m going over there.”
“Are you insane? Let’s just pretend we don’t know what happened.”
“No,” Travis, shook his head, he was sure. “I don’t want anyone else to take the blame. Besides, I want to get this over with. Are you coming with me?”
Chris shrugged, “I guess. Let’s go.”
They grabbed their bikes and quickly went around the corner to their neighbor’s house. Travis rang the bell and held his breath until Mr. Jackson opened the door. The old man rose his eyebrows at the boys. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, sir,” Travis sighed. “I’m sorry. I think we broke your window.”
Mr. Jackson actually chuckled and held up a baseball. “I was wondering who this belonged to.”
“Yes sir, that’s our ball,” Travis said, his eyes wide.
“Don’t look so nervous. I played ball when I was young, and I definitely broke a few windows along the way.” Mr. Jackson smirked, looking thoughtful. “You boys have some nerve coming over here. I’ll tell you what. Someone once offered me a trade to work to pay for the window I broke, and I wouldn’t want to have any double standards. I’ll let you guys do chores around my house to pay me for the window. Just come around twice a week and we’ll be even.”
The boys exchanged a look. They couldn’t believe how lucky they’d gotten. They turned back to Mr. Jackson and they both said, “Deal.”
Prompt: Broken Glass and Double Standards
Bonus? no
Word Count: 370
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Travis plays ball and breaks the neighbor's window.
Travis watched the ball fly up over the wall in their backyard. He dropped the bat in excitement, rose his hands and shouted, “home run! The crowd goes wild!”
Chris laughed at him. “Aren’t you gonna run around the bases?”
Travis looked at the random objects placed around the yard to mark the bases. He shook his head and started to run, but suddenly, he heard a loud crash of glass breaking. He looked up over the high wall. “Oh no!”
Chris narrowed his eyes. “It must be the Jackson’s house. You’re in for it now.”
Travis was shocked, he shook his head and said, “Playing ball was your idea.”
Chris replied, “You hit the ball!”
Travis’ eyes started to water up. He didn’t want to get in trouble. “Well, I’m going over there.”
“Are you insane? Let’s just pretend we don’t know what happened.”
“No,” Travis, shook his head, he was sure. “I don’t want anyone else to take the blame. Besides, I want to get this over with. Are you coming with me?”
Chris shrugged, “I guess. Let’s go.”
They grabbed their bikes and quickly went around the corner to their neighbor’s house. Travis rang the bell and held his breath until Mr. Jackson opened the door. The old man rose his eyebrows at the boys. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, sir,” Travis sighed. “I’m sorry. I think we broke your window.”
Mr. Jackson actually chuckled and held up a baseball. “I was wondering who this belonged to.”
“Yes sir, that’s our ball,” Travis said, his eyes wide.
“Don’t look so nervous. I played ball when I was young, and I definitely broke a few windows along the way.” Mr. Jackson smirked, looking thoughtful. “You boys have some nerve coming over here. I’ll tell you what. Someone once offered me a trade to work to pay for the window I broke, and I wouldn’t want to have any double standards. I’ll let you guys do chores around my house to pay me for the window. Just come around twice a week and we’ll be even.”
The boys exchanged a look. They couldn’t believe how lucky they’d gotten. They turned back to Mr. Jackson and they both said, “Deal.”