Bunny Tracks, Hazelnut, Rum Raisin, RBF
Author: indie
Challenge: bunny tracks #2 (baggage check) and hazelnut #30 (burried treasure) rum raisin #8 (friend) -- Root Beer Float.
Word Count: 246
Rating: G
Story: Zia Nolan ROADTRIP :). Index.
Notes: I keep wanting to start the Road Trip story, but wasn't sure how. This seems as good as any. Gold Medal for Teem Not Weens.
ZIA, muttering: Come on, wake up. Nolan, this is not the time to be sleeping.
door opens
NOLAN: Zee?
ZIA, brushing past him: Sorry, were you sleeping?
NOLAN: … Of course not. It’s only three in the morning.
ZIA: So do not need your lip right now. We have to go.
NOLAN: Go?
ZIA, bouncing on the balls of her feet: I need you to take a road trip with me.
NOLAN: Come again?
ZIA, practically vibrating: Nolan Shape, you’re being deliberately obtuse.
NOLAN, wryly: What’s obtuse mean again?
ZIA: I’m serious, Nol. I’m calling … ultimate friendship favor, or something like that.
NOLAN: …
ZIA: I triple dog dare you.
NOLAN: Well in that case. Let me pack a bag. How long are we talking?
ZIA: Not very long - a day and a half each way, a few days there.
NOLAN: not very … snort. Zee, you don’t do anything halfway, do you? What are we doing, digging up Bluebeards treasure?
ZIA: His trial starts in two days. I sat up from being asleep and came to in front of my fridge, throwing every soft drink I have into a cooler.
NOLAN: Elliot's? For his father’s…
ZIA: Yes. Yes. Now are you ready?
NOLAN: Give me ten minutes to get a bag. … Why do you look surprised?
ZIA: I’m - not.
NOLAN: That’s what ultimate friendship favors are for. Now, go lock up the front door. I have the perfect mix for crossing state lines.
Challenge: bunny tracks #2 (baggage check) and hazelnut #30 (burried treasure) rum raisin #8 (friend) -- Root Beer Float.
Word Count: 246
Rating: G
Story: Zia Nolan ROADTRIP :). Index.
Notes: I keep wanting to start the Road Trip story, but wasn't sure how. This seems as good as any. Gold Medal for Teem Not Weens.
ZIA, muttering: Come on, wake up. Nolan, this is not the time to be sleeping.
door opens
NOLAN: Zee?
ZIA, brushing past him: Sorry, were you sleeping?
NOLAN: … Of course not. It’s only three in the morning.
ZIA: So do not need your lip right now. We have to go.
NOLAN: Go?
ZIA, bouncing on the balls of her feet: I need you to take a road trip with me.
NOLAN: Come again?
ZIA, practically vibrating: Nolan Shape, you’re being deliberately obtuse.
NOLAN, wryly: What’s obtuse mean again?
ZIA: I’m serious, Nol. I’m calling … ultimate friendship favor, or something like that.
NOLAN: …
ZIA: I triple dog dare you.
NOLAN: Well in that case. Let me pack a bag. How long are we talking?
ZIA: Not very long - a day and a half each way, a few days there.
NOLAN: not very … snort. Zee, you don’t do anything halfway, do you? What are we doing, digging up Bluebeards treasure?
ZIA: His trial starts in two days. I sat up from being asleep and came to in front of my fridge, throwing every soft drink I have into a cooler.
NOLAN: Elliot's? For his father’s…
ZIA: Yes. Yes. Now are you ready?
NOLAN: Give me ten minutes to get a bag. … Why do you look surprised?
ZIA: I’m - not.
NOLAN: That’s what ultimate friendship favors are for. Now, go lock up the front door. I have the perfect mix for crossing state lines.