048 - Childhood
Title: Bleach, Made From All Natural Ingredients
Rating: K
Series: Jones
Characters: Adam Kane; Chris Ridge-Cookie; Parker Jones
Prompt: 100 themes - 048 - Childhood
Claimer: Mostly mine. But shared with SuperSpecialAwesome!Lori.
Authors Note: I can't write this series, I've found, without Lori. I just have no creative flow for these guys without her, no ideas-- so, we came up with this a few weeks back when she last stayed over, and I wrote it up the other day. Expect another few not too far away, seeing that she's coming over on Monday.
“Don’t you love the sun?”
Parker blinks rapidly at the back of his friend’s head. Parker is stopped mid stride across the veranda, and Chris is sitting on the steps with his back to the door. This is the first time that Chris has spoken since arriving during breakfast a little more than an hour ago. Naturally, Parker is upset with him, and if the boy were to turn around he’d see the nasty scowl he’s being given.
But of course, he is oblivious as always and continues on without even a glance at the brunet behind him. “I mean, it’s all pretty and golden and warm and shiny. And it makes other things pretty and shiny and warm, too! Like skin!”
Despite himself, Parker says, “And like hair?”
“Yeah! And like teeth!” A silence follows this exclamation, and Chris knows perfectly the expression on the other boy’s face, without needing to turn around.
A full minute later (during which Chris had been grinning madly at the sun with his eyes scrunched up) Parker grimaces and asks, disbelief dripping off the word, “Teeth?”
“Yeah, teeth!” Finally Chris spins around to face him. “The sun bleaches teeth, don’t you know!”
“Really…?”
“Mmm-hmm!” The earnest little face staring up at him makes Parker want to squirm.
Raising a hand to his chin, Parker’s serious gaze goes to the sky (blazing perfect blue in the clear morning) to the glinting white teeth of his friend, to the sky again. He frowns, forehead creasing. “I have to say, I’m a little skeptical.”
Chris’s eyes widen. “What! Why?”
“It just sounds a little… Oh, I don’t know. Wacky.”
“Wacky? Parker! You can see ghosts for goodness sake!” Chris is sputtering indignantly, arms waving madly. “You’re friend’s with me, who can practically read thoughts! And, and, and your mother is transparent!”
“I know all that, Chris. Was there a point in telling me what I already knew?”
“Argh!” Chris pouted, lowering his gaze to the dirt, still damp from the rains the night before. “Parker,” he whined, “please, you can’t just dismiss it. It’s a fact! You should try it yourself, for like, a month, or something. And if your teeth aren’t all shiny and white by the end of it, then you can say I’m a loony.” Chris looked up from under his lashes and pouted. It was a trick that always worked on his mother.
Parker put a hand to his forehead and sighed, shaking his head. “Fine then.” He flung himself down on the stair beside the blond and nudged him across to make some more room. Chris was instantly cheered and put away the kicked puppy expression with a little ‘yay’, before baring his teeth to the sun once more. With no more than a raised eyebrow and a little shrug, Parker did the same.
Ten minutes later, Adam arrived with a bag full of groceries on the back of his bike; with Jane curled sleepily on top of them. He walked into the screen door twice before he decided to tear his eyes away from the boys and watch what he was doing.
Neither the cat nor the vegetables were harmed by his momentary lapse of coherent thought induced by the strange antics of the nine year olds.
Rating: K
Series: Jones
Characters: Adam Kane; Chris Ridge-Cookie; Parker Jones
Prompt: 100 themes - 048 - Childhood
Claimer: Mostly mine. But shared with SuperSpecialAwesome!Lori.
Authors Note: I can't write this series, I've found, without Lori. I just have no creative flow for these guys without her, no ideas-- so, we came up with this a few weeks back when she last stayed over, and I wrote it up the other day. Expect another few not too far away, seeing that she's coming over on Monday.
“Don’t you love the sun?”
Parker blinks rapidly at the back of his friend’s head. Parker is stopped mid stride across the veranda, and Chris is sitting on the steps with his back to the door. This is the first time that Chris has spoken since arriving during breakfast a little more than an hour ago. Naturally, Parker is upset with him, and if the boy were to turn around he’d see the nasty scowl he’s being given.
But of course, he is oblivious as always and continues on without even a glance at the brunet behind him. “I mean, it’s all pretty and golden and warm and shiny. And it makes other things pretty and shiny and warm, too! Like skin!”
Despite himself, Parker says, “And like hair?”
“Yeah! And like teeth!” A silence follows this exclamation, and Chris knows perfectly the expression on the other boy’s face, without needing to turn around.
A full minute later (during which Chris had been grinning madly at the sun with his eyes scrunched up) Parker grimaces and asks, disbelief dripping off the word, “Teeth?”
“Yeah, teeth!” Finally Chris spins around to face him. “The sun bleaches teeth, don’t you know!”
“Really…?”
“Mmm-hmm!” The earnest little face staring up at him makes Parker want to squirm.
Raising a hand to his chin, Parker’s serious gaze goes to the sky (blazing perfect blue in the clear morning) to the glinting white teeth of his friend, to the sky again. He frowns, forehead creasing. “I have to say, I’m a little skeptical.”
Chris’s eyes widen. “What! Why?”
“It just sounds a little… Oh, I don’t know. Wacky.”
“Wacky? Parker! You can see ghosts for goodness sake!” Chris is sputtering indignantly, arms waving madly. “You’re friend’s with me, who can practically read thoughts! And, and, and your mother is transparent!”
“I know all that, Chris. Was there a point in telling me what I already knew?”
“Argh!” Chris pouted, lowering his gaze to the dirt, still damp from the rains the night before. “Parker,” he whined, “please, you can’t just dismiss it. It’s a fact! You should try it yourself, for like, a month, or something. And if your teeth aren’t all shiny and white by the end of it, then you can say I’m a loony.” Chris looked up from under his lashes and pouted. It was a trick that always worked on his mother.
Parker put a hand to his forehead and sighed, shaking his head. “Fine then.” He flung himself down on the stair beside the blond and nudged him across to make some more room. Chris was instantly cheered and put away the kicked puppy expression with a little ‘yay’, before baring his teeth to the sun once more. With no more than a raised eyebrow and a little shrug, Parker did the same.
Ten minutes later, Adam arrived with a bag full of groceries on the back of his bike; with Jane curled sleepily on top of them. He walked into the screen door twice before he decided to tear his eyes away from the boys and watch what he was doing.
Neither the cat nor the vegetables were harmed by his momentary lapse of coherent thought induced by the strange antics of the nine year olds.