justprompts: Time Jump 10 years in the past
You've just been transported ten years in your past. Where are you and what do you see?
The year is 1999, and Desmond Molloy is seventeen years old, a high school senior who's counting down the days until he's free. He's roused out of bed by his twin brother, Jude, and the first thing that he does once the covers are shoved aside and he's gotten out of bed is grab a red Sharpie marker off the bedside table, uncap it and draw a big X through that date's square on the calendar. He grins brightly, giving a satisfied nod. It's the 22nd of May, which is a special day in and of itself because it means that Jude and Des are turning eighteen, but it also signifies that there are only eight days of school left before he graduates.
He's beyond excited because he's been accepted to the University of Missouri and is starting in the fall. He's staying in St. Louis, sure, but he's going to be living on campus. If he'd had his way, he would've gone to the best design schools in New York City, but his parents are footing the bill, so they have a big say in what college he attends. He's okay with that. The important part is that they're letting him move out of the house.
It's a Saturday, so he doesn't bother changing out of his pajamas, an old, faded t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He just heads downstairs because he can smell bacon frying down in the kitchen and it's making his stomach growl. He bounces into the kitchen, smiling brightly, and moves over to the stove, where his mother is making pancakes. "Smells great, Mom," he says as he kisses her cheek.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Diana Molloy teases, grinning brightly at her youngest son. "We didn't think you'd be up until at least noon."
Des laughs a little and shrugs, grinning. "It's a special day, Mom! Jude and I are eighteen! We can legally vote or buy cigarettes or get drafted to war! We're practically adults."
Diana gives him a disapproving look. "You'd better not plan on buying any cigarettes, young man."
"I'm not, Mom, I was just saying that we could," Des assures her with an easy grin before flouncing over to the table and draping himself over his twin and singing to him. "Hey, Juuuuuuuude."
Jude scowls and tries to throw Des off of him. "Not funny," he grumbles.
Des laughs as he ruffles Jude's hair and then lets his hands drop down to squeeze his twin's shoulders. "C'mon, Jude, be happy! It's our birthday!"
"It's YOUR birthday, you mean," Jude says, shaking Des' hands off his shoulders.
Des sighs and frowns a little, moving around to slump in the chair beside Jude. "You used to be more fun about our birthday when we were younger," he grumbles.
Jude's nonchalant attitude about the fact that it's his birthday too puts a bit of a damper on Des' enjoyment of breakfast, and he spends the rest of the day trying to get Jude excited about the fact that it's their birthday. He doesn't expect it to work because it never has in the past, but he puts forth the effort anyway. Jude's worth it, in Des' eyes.
The year is 1999, and Desmond Molloy is seventeen years old, a high school senior who's counting down the days until he's free. He's roused out of bed by his twin brother, Jude, and the first thing that he does once the covers are shoved aside and he's gotten out of bed is grab a red Sharpie marker off the bedside table, uncap it and draw a big X through that date's square on the calendar. He grins brightly, giving a satisfied nod. It's the 22nd of May, which is a special day in and of itself because it means that Jude and Des are turning eighteen, but it also signifies that there are only eight days of school left before he graduates.
He's beyond excited because he's been accepted to the University of Missouri and is starting in the fall. He's staying in St. Louis, sure, but he's going to be living on campus. If he'd had his way, he would've gone to the best design schools in New York City, but his parents are footing the bill, so they have a big say in what college he attends. He's okay with that. The important part is that they're letting him move out of the house.
It's a Saturday, so he doesn't bother changing out of his pajamas, an old, faded t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He just heads downstairs because he can smell bacon frying down in the kitchen and it's making his stomach growl. He bounces into the kitchen, smiling brightly, and moves over to the stove, where his mother is making pancakes. "Smells great, Mom," he says as he kisses her cheek.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Diana Molloy teases, grinning brightly at her youngest son. "We didn't think you'd be up until at least noon."
Des laughs a little and shrugs, grinning. "It's a special day, Mom! Jude and I are eighteen! We can legally vote or buy cigarettes or get drafted to war! We're practically adults."
Diana gives him a disapproving look. "You'd better not plan on buying any cigarettes, young man."
"I'm not, Mom, I was just saying that we could," Des assures her with an easy grin before flouncing over to the table and draping himself over his twin and singing to him. "Hey, Juuuuuuuude."
Jude scowls and tries to throw Des off of him. "Not funny," he grumbles.
Des laughs as he ruffles Jude's hair and then lets his hands drop down to squeeze his twin's shoulders. "C'mon, Jude, be happy! It's our birthday!"
"It's YOUR birthday, you mean," Jude says, shaking Des' hands off his shoulders.
Des sighs and frowns a little, moving around to slump in the chair beside Jude. "You used to be more fun about our birthday when we were younger," he grumbles.
Jude's nonchalant attitude about the fact that it's his birthday too puts a bit of a damper on Des' enjoyment of breakfast, and he spends the rest of the day trying to get Jude excited about the fact that it's their birthday. He doesn't expect it to work because it never has in the past, but he puts forth the effort anyway. Jude's worth it, in Des' eyes.