Notes (alternate scenes)
Title: Notes
Canon: JONAS
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I in any way associated with, JONAS.
Summary: Stella and Joe ... and the weather.
These are alternate scenes for three of the prompts for the Pure Horace Mantis weather challenge. (I couldn't choose one prompt so I used them all.) I actually may like these more than the versions I went with (and those versions are all similar to these originals), but somewhere along the line I got a more focused vision for my response and these didn't fit.
You can find the other scenes here on FFN.
Rain
It’s International Food day in geography class and Joe doesn’t know how he’ll make it to class without his German potato salad getting soaked. The plastic wrap cover got split when someone -- Joe shoots Kevin an angry glare for good measure -- dropped the spork that Mom packed in his lunch. Kevin shrugs sheepishly and jumps out of the car, running for the school building and holding his hood tight around his head as rain pours down. Joe pulls the door closed behind him to keep the water from getting in while he debates his options.
“Sorry, kid,” Dad says. “You can always wrap it in one of the blankets your mom keeps in the back of the van.”
“That’ll get soaked through in like two seconds!” Joe exclaims. “And then my potato salad will be wet and have back-of-the-van germs all over it!”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you’ve gotta go. I’ve still gotta get Nick to his school.”
Nick turns around in the front seat and gives his best, most frightening glare. Joe reels back but still can’t bring himself to expose his poor salad to the downpour.
“Joe!” Dad snaps.
A shadow falls over the door and someone knocks on the glass. Joe can barely make out someone pink and pale through the ripples on the glass. He slides the door open and smiles when he sees Stella holding a bucket of homemade cookies in one hand and an umbrella, big enough for two, in the other.
“Never,” she says, “leave home without an umbrella,” and walks him to class.
Hail
It’s not fair, Joe thinks, that the piece of hail that broke the windshield of his brand new car -- the first car he’s ever bought -- is now a puddle on his dashboard. If it was still ice he could throw it and let out some of the anger, but he can’t even do that and now he has to cancel his not-a-date with Stella. He already knows what she’s wearing to the art show -- she didn’t tell him, but from what she picked out for him and what he knows she has he’s got a pretty good idea -- and hates imagining her, all dolled up and nowhere to go. He calls, unable to face her, and heads to the glass place his dad recommends.
He tells the guy what happened and flips through the magazines they keep in the waiting area, feeling like he’s at the doctor’s office. The chime above the door goes off and he doesn’t look up, it’s an hour wait at least. The new customer sits down right next to him and he has to look. It’s Stella, wearing overalls.
“I didn’t think the dress quite fit the location,” she says and hands him a take-out box from his favorite Mexican place. The spend the hour flipping through an art book she brought.
Cold
Redoing a science lab shouldn’t have taken four hours, but it did. The fight over who had to actually cut into the frog took a good hour and even after Stella told Joe to “just be a man and do it already!” it still took him fifteen minutes to psych himself up to the first slice. And that’s why it was dark and freezing when they finally left the school. Even Macy, who was in a million sports and usually had practice was gone.
He knows Stella wants to complain but she’s too proud to let him hear her teeth chattering, so he takes off his thin jacket and slips it over her shoulders.
“Lucky we’re still in our uniforms,” he says when she looks up at him, “otherwise it might not match.”
“Like I’d wear it if it didn’t,” she says, but steps a little closer to him all the same.
reviews = love
Canon: JONAS
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I in any way associated with, JONAS.
Summary: Stella and Joe ... and the weather.
These are alternate scenes for three of the prompts for the Pure Horace Mantis weather challenge. (I couldn't choose one prompt so I used them all.) I actually may like these more than the versions I went with (and those versions are all similar to these originals), but somewhere along the line I got a more focused vision for my response and these didn't fit.
You can find the other scenes here on FFN.
Rain
It’s International Food day in geography class and Joe doesn’t know how he’ll make it to class without his German potato salad getting soaked. The plastic wrap cover got split when someone -- Joe shoots Kevin an angry glare for good measure -- dropped the spork that Mom packed in his lunch. Kevin shrugs sheepishly and jumps out of the car, running for the school building and holding his hood tight around his head as rain pours down. Joe pulls the door closed behind him to keep the water from getting in while he debates his options.
“Sorry, kid,” Dad says. “You can always wrap it in one of the blankets your mom keeps in the back of the van.”
“That’ll get soaked through in like two seconds!” Joe exclaims. “And then my potato salad will be wet and have back-of-the-van germs all over it!”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you’ve gotta go. I’ve still gotta get Nick to his school.”
Nick turns around in the front seat and gives his best, most frightening glare. Joe reels back but still can’t bring himself to expose his poor salad to the downpour.
“Joe!” Dad snaps.
A shadow falls over the door and someone knocks on the glass. Joe can barely make out someone pink and pale through the ripples on the glass. He slides the door open and smiles when he sees Stella holding a bucket of homemade cookies in one hand and an umbrella, big enough for two, in the other.
“Never,” she says, “leave home without an umbrella,” and walks him to class.
Hail
It’s not fair, Joe thinks, that the piece of hail that broke the windshield of his brand new car -- the first car he’s ever bought -- is now a puddle on his dashboard. If it was still ice he could throw it and let out some of the anger, but he can’t even do that and now he has to cancel his not-a-date with Stella. He already knows what she’s wearing to the art show -- she didn’t tell him, but from what she picked out for him and what he knows she has he’s got a pretty good idea -- and hates imagining her, all dolled up and nowhere to go. He calls, unable to face her, and heads to the glass place his dad recommends.
He tells the guy what happened and flips through the magazines they keep in the waiting area, feeling like he’s at the doctor’s office. The chime above the door goes off and he doesn’t look up, it’s an hour wait at least. The new customer sits down right next to him and he has to look. It’s Stella, wearing overalls.
“I didn’t think the dress quite fit the location,” she says and hands him a take-out box from his favorite Mexican place. The spend the hour flipping through an art book she brought.
Cold
Redoing a science lab shouldn’t have taken four hours, but it did. The fight over who had to actually cut into the frog took a good hour and even after Stella told Joe to “just be a man and do it already!” it still took him fifteen minutes to psych himself up to the first slice. And that’s why it was dark and freezing when they finally left the school. Even Macy, who was in a million sports and usually had practice was gone.
He knows Stella wants to complain but she’s too proud to let him hear her teeth chattering, so he takes off his thin jacket and slips it over her shoulders.
“Lucky we’re still in our uniforms,” he says when she looks up at him, “otherwise it might not match.”
“Like I’d wear it if it didn’t,” she says, but steps a little closer to him all the same.
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