A Curious Thing: Prologue
I just had an idea for a story, so I felt like getting this down. I kinda have a storyline planned out, but no guarantees. I'll try to finish this though, even if it's over a loooong time cause of school.
Title: A Curious Thing
Fandoms: After School & 2PM
Pairing: Raina & Wooyoung (and others)
Rating: PG/PG-13
A CURIOUS THING: PROLOGUE
Bustling one-lane streets, narrow sidewalks lined with cramped buildings that needed to be rebuilt every few years or so. The smell of fresh donuts and shaved ice weaving its way through the lines of honking cars down to the blocks of driveways and colonial houses. The local 7-11 with its ever open doors and parking lot full of high school teenagers lounging around with nothing better to do.
This is the town I grew up in. Just a little town, nothing special, nothing worth mentioning to anyone and nothing worth seeing, but it was still something to me. Clear as day, I can remember going to kindergarten here, maybe even preschool. In fact, it seems like just weeks ago that I graduated from middle school and days ago that I first stepped into high school and opened my locker to that musty smell of dust and negligence.
But as they say, time flies, and not just when you’re having fun. Time is a rather curious thing when you think about it. It doesn’t stop for anyone, doesn’t stop to wait so you can hold on a little longer to the one you love, or pass by quicker when the gloom stops you from getting out. It simply goes by at its own pace, apart from the world it dictates. It goes so quickly when you want things to last and it creeps by, painstaking inch by inch, when you’re dying of boredom, but then there’s those times when it makes an unpredictable move, a surprise in the most ordinary of times.
And that, I would say, is what happened to me.
He grew up in a totally different world than mine. Or at least, that’s how I see it and how he told me. High rise buildings and sturdy three-floor condos lining both sides of a single road, and miles of seawater on either side. The happiness in sound and vivid color of the boardwalk, every kind of water sport you could possibly think of. Cotton candy and French fries and pieces of funnel cake strewn across the wooden planks for passing seabirds or perhaps a stray cat to pick up. Ocean City, with its sea breeze and seemingly eternal summer. That’s where he grew up.
Perhaps differences are meant to be kept apart, but that wasn’t how I saw it then; we were the same then, and even now. Maybe it was just luck, or lack of it. Either way, fate drew us together and something took it away.
Title: A Curious Thing
Fandoms: After School & 2PM
Pairing: Raina & Wooyoung (and others)
Rating: PG/PG-13
A CURIOUS THING: PROLOGUE
Bustling one-lane streets, narrow sidewalks lined with cramped buildings that needed to be rebuilt every few years or so. The smell of fresh donuts and shaved ice weaving its way through the lines of honking cars down to the blocks of driveways and colonial houses. The local 7-11 with its ever open doors and parking lot full of high school teenagers lounging around with nothing better to do.
This is the town I grew up in. Just a little town, nothing special, nothing worth mentioning to anyone and nothing worth seeing, but it was still something to me. Clear as day, I can remember going to kindergarten here, maybe even preschool. In fact, it seems like just weeks ago that I graduated from middle school and days ago that I first stepped into high school and opened my locker to that musty smell of dust and negligence.
But as they say, time flies, and not just when you’re having fun. Time is a rather curious thing when you think about it. It doesn’t stop for anyone, doesn’t stop to wait so you can hold on a little longer to the one you love, or pass by quicker when the gloom stops you from getting out. It simply goes by at its own pace, apart from the world it dictates. It goes so quickly when you want things to last and it creeps by, painstaking inch by inch, when you’re dying of boredom, but then there’s those times when it makes an unpredictable move, a surprise in the most ordinary of times.
And that, I would say, is what happened to me.
He grew up in a totally different world than mine. Or at least, that’s how I see it and how he told me. High rise buildings and sturdy three-floor condos lining both sides of a single road, and miles of seawater on either side. The happiness in sound and vivid color of the boardwalk, every kind of water sport you could possibly think of. Cotton candy and French fries and pieces of funnel cake strewn across the wooden planks for passing seabirds or perhaps a stray cat to pick up. Ocean City, with its sea breeze and seemingly eternal summer. That’s where he grew up.
Perhaps differences are meant to be kept apart, but that wasn’t how I saw it then; we were the same then, and even now. Maybe it was just luck, or lack of it. Either way, fate drew us together and something took it away.