All Smiles
Title: All Smiles
Author: dragonessasmith
Fandom: CSI: New York
Claim: Adam Ross
Prompt: New York, New York - Frank Sinatra
Word Count: 400
Rating: FRT
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Author's Notes: For swordpoker, from a long time ago request. I’m sort of on the fence about this, but I like it, if that makes sense. ^^;
Link to table: HERE
His senior year, the last day of school, his yearbook had disappeared out of his backpack for half an hour. When he finally tracked it down, it had been sitting on an empty lab table, conspicuously close to where Tim Burke (Timber to the rest of the wrestling team and most of his fans, aka most of the school) and his friends sat for chem. He didn’t think anything of it at the time (because when did he ever give a shit about Timber and them?), and it wasn’t until he got home that he found the scribbles on his picture and the huge block letters smeared across the back inside cover, obscuring most of the signatures he’d actually wanted.
There was the usual assortment of insults that he’d heard and ignored on a near daily basis since middle school: geek, nerd, wimp, homo, and a lot of other four letter words he was sure they’d had to ask around how to spell. The part that got him, really got to him though, was the sentence that spiraled around his senior photo: MOST UN-LIKELY TO GET OUT OF PHOENIX!
He slammed the book shut, grateful his parents were out picking up his sister from the airport. Caitlyn had flown in from Illinois just for the weekend, just to watch her baby brother graduate high school, and it would have been horrible if they’d seen him then, close to tears and kicking the shit out of the side of the house in sheer frustration.
When he was done with that, exhausted and half-limping, he’d doused the book in lighter fluid and torched it on the grill. He cleaned up before everyone got home, before putting on the ugly green robe and walking to get his diploma. The next day he threw the last of his shit in the back of the ugly old hatchback and started out for New York City, Pace College, and his future double-major. He told his parents and Caitlyn that he wanted to try and get a job near the campus before the rest of the freshman descended.
It took him two days with minimal sleep to make it all the way across the country. Two days. It had taken Timber four years to get tossed in prison for aggravated assault, barely sixty-five miles outside of Phoenix.
When he thinks about it, he can’t help but smile.
Author: dragonessasmith
Fandom: CSI: New York
Claim: Adam Ross
Prompt: New York, New York - Frank Sinatra
Word Count: 400
Rating: FRT
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Author's Notes: For swordpoker, from a long time ago request. I’m sort of on the fence about this, but I like it, if that makes sense. ^^;
Link to table: HERE
His senior year, the last day of school, his yearbook had disappeared out of his backpack for half an hour. When he finally tracked it down, it had been sitting on an empty lab table, conspicuously close to where Tim Burke (Timber to the rest of the wrestling team and most of his fans, aka most of the school) and his friends sat for chem. He didn’t think anything of it at the time (because when did he ever give a shit about Timber and them?), and it wasn’t until he got home that he found the scribbles on his picture and the huge block letters smeared across the back inside cover, obscuring most of the signatures he’d actually wanted.
There was the usual assortment of insults that he’d heard and ignored on a near daily basis since middle school: geek, nerd, wimp, homo, and a lot of other four letter words he was sure they’d had to ask around how to spell. The part that got him, really got to him though, was the sentence that spiraled around his senior photo: MOST UN-LIKELY TO GET OUT OF PHOENIX!
He slammed the book shut, grateful his parents were out picking up his sister from the airport. Caitlyn had flown in from Illinois just for the weekend, just to watch her baby brother graduate high school, and it would have been horrible if they’d seen him then, close to tears and kicking the shit out of the side of the house in sheer frustration.
When he was done with that, exhausted and half-limping, he’d doused the book in lighter fluid and torched it on the grill. He cleaned up before everyone got home, before putting on the ugly green robe and walking to get his diploma. The next day he threw the last of his shit in the back of the ugly old hatchback and started out for New York City, Pace College, and his future double-major. He told his parents and Caitlyn that he wanted to try and get a job near the campus before the rest of the freshman descended.
It took him two days with minimal sleep to make it all the way across the country. Two days. It had taken Timber four years to get tossed in prison for aggravated assault, barely sixty-five miles outside of Phoenix.
When he thinks about it, he can’t help but smile.