Post by Loppiainen on Nov 27, 2011 17:33:39 GMT -5
I swear to you, this is a oneshot. I have waaaay too many fics going on to continue this. If I feel like it later, then maybe. MAYBE.
But for now, oneshot.
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You meet him at your great aunt's funeral of all places. Apparently, the two of you are related- fourth cousins, or something obscure like that.
He's a good seven years older than you. In reality, that only makes him fourteen, but to you, he's like a wise oracle. Compared to you, he knows everything.
It's only at the gathering that you really get to talk to him. You ask him what being a teenager is like.
He shrugs and says that it's just like being a kid, except with more responsibilities.
You don't know what he means. You have responsibilities, too. You have to feed the dog, and practice your multiplication tables, and clean your room.
He explains to you that 'responsibility' means something different as a teenager. Teenagers have to actually walk the dog, and learn algebra ("What on Earth is 'algebra'?" You think), and help with the laundry.
To you, being a teenager sounds too hard. You're not sure you want to grow up, anymore.
He nods, understandingly, then says that there are good things about growing up, too. Teenagers are allowed to go out by themselves, and see 12A films without a parent, and they can get jobs, too- one's that they're paid to do.
You perk up at that last part. For weeks, you've been begging your mam and dad to buy you a guitar and let you take lessons, but they told you that it was too expensive. If you made your own money, that wouldn't be a problem.
He mentions that you could always ask for allowance.
"What's allowance?" You ask.
He says that allowance is when your parents give you money every week for finishing your chores. It's not much. It's usually only a few Pounds- or Euros, he clarifies for you- but it adds up to a lot in the longrun.
This excites you, and you quickly run off to find your parents, and ask them if you may begin recieving a weekly allowance.
Upon returning, he sees the disappointed look on your face.
"They said 'we can't afford it'," You say.
"You know," He begins. "I play the guitar. So does my dad. We might have an old one lying around."
The two of you track down his father, and ask him about it. His dad says that yes, they do have a couple old guitars to spare, and yes, you may have one.
You are absolutely delighted. After being told that you've acquired a guitar for free, your mother and father agree to pay for lessons.
You never do find out what his name is, but you are very grateful for him. Not only was he a friend to you that day, but he has introduced you to your future.
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Bonus points to anyone who can guess who "You" and "He" are! : )
But for now, oneshot.
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You meet him at your great aunt's funeral of all places. Apparently, the two of you are related- fourth cousins, or something obscure like that.
He's a good seven years older than you. In reality, that only makes him fourteen, but to you, he's like a wise oracle. Compared to you, he knows everything.
It's only at the gathering that you really get to talk to him. You ask him what being a teenager is like.
He shrugs and says that it's just like being a kid, except with more responsibilities.
You don't know what he means. You have responsibilities, too. You have to feed the dog, and practice your multiplication tables, and clean your room.
He explains to you that 'responsibility' means something different as a teenager. Teenagers have to actually walk the dog, and learn algebra ("What on Earth is 'algebra'?" You think), and help with the laundry.
To you, being a teenager sounds too hard. You're not sure you want to grow up, anymore.
He nods, understandingly, then says that there are good things about growing up, too. Teenagers are allowed to go out by themselves, and see 12A films without a parent, and they can get jobs, too- one's that they're paid to do.
You perk up at that last part. For weeks, you've been begging your mam and dad to buy you a guitar and let you take lessons, but they told you that it was too expensive. If you made your own money, that wouldn't be a problem.
He mentions that you could always ask for allowance.
"What's allowance?" You ask.
He says that allowance is when your parents give you money every week for finishing your chores. It's not much. It's usually only a few Pounds- or Euros, he clarifies for you- but it adds up to a lot in the longrun.
This excites you, and you quickly run off to find your parents, and ask them if you may begin recieving a weekly allowance.
Upon returning, he sees the disappointed look on your face.
"They said 'we can't afford it'," You say.
"You know," He begins. "I play the guitar. So does my dad. We might have an old one lying around."
The two of you track down his father, and ask him about it. His dad says that yes, they do have a couple old guitars to spare, and yes, you may have one.
You are absolutely delighted. After being told that you've acquired a guitar for free, your mother and father agree to pay for lessons.
You never do find out what his name is, but you are very grateful for him. Not only was he a friend to you that day, but he has introduced you to your future.
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Bonus points to anyone who can guess who "You" and "He" are! : )