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rainbowfic2013-06-08 11:57 pm
thelinesoflearning) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-08 11:57 pm
Halloween Orange, Skyblue Pink w/ Striped Polka Dots
Name: Morgan
Story: No Child is Spared
Colors: Halloween Orange 28, "It’s a shot of ‘dumb idea’ with a ‘bad plan’ chaser"; Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots 11, "Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So. . . get on your way."
Supplies and Styles: Glue ("You might wish you had more stability today, but the uncertainty is also exhilarating. Attempts to keep everything as it is now may be a study in frustration.")
Word Count: 898
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Dave's supposed to be looking for a better job, and a better apartment that he and Teddy can still somehow afford. And, well, he is, because he has to be, and he does what he has to. Otherwise they're going to be stuck in their one shitty room living off their meagre salaries for the rest of time. Neither of them want that.
So he's looking. He just makes a stop on the way home.
He's not sure what it is that draws him to the empty store. It's not particularly nice. It's big, but what does that matter? It's a store. What would he do with a store? Live in it? Yes, exactly, he's going to go home and tell Teddy "guess what, I bought us a store!"
... No, Teddy would be fine with that, actually. He'd film it. It would become the new premise for the webshow.
They probably couldn't afford it anyway. Even if they gave up their apartment and lived in it. Even if he could figure out what he'd do with his own store. Even if the damn webshow took off. It would be a bad idea, it would be stupid and impulsive. Dave isn't impulsive. Teddy, love him though he does, is impulsive. Dave doesn't let himself be. That's how you lose money.
So he just looks.
He looks for two weeks, every day on his way home. He gets off the bus three stops early and walks out of his way to go look at it, but he doesn't realize anyone notices, until he gets there and Anya is leaning against the window, peering inside.
"So what is it about the place?" she asks as he walks up next to her, glancing from the store to him and back again. "It's not the location, I'm guessing."
"I don't know," he says honestly, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging. "I don't... it's just.... I like it. I know it's not.... I mean... I'm not gonna buy it. That'd be stupid. I just... like it."
"If you want it, how is that stupid?" she asks, and he launches into his list of reasons. They don't have the money to spare. They don't have anything to do with it. They need an apartment. It's farther from work for Teddy. It's not a good idea.
He talks around and around the same points again and again until Anya leans against his arm, dropping her head onto his shoulder, and the contact is so abrupt and unexpected he drops off mid-sentance.
"You want it?" she says again, and he stares into the dark store for a long minute before he nods. "Why don't we bring Teddy down here?"
"It's stupid," he says weakly, but she's already pulling out her phone to call.
He has his hand wrapped so tightly around Teddy's that he's cutting off circulation while they make the plan; he's sick with excitement and fear when he signs the lease. They spend the first day they own making a plan, the rest of that week cleaning and packing. Teddy and Anya are exhausted, but Dave can't stop thinking, worrying, planning, wondering, so he keeps moving. He bakes when they get back to the apartment, showers twice to get all the grime off, and then bakes more. It's old habit, it's a comfort – it's how he got through college, even when classes were driving him crazy. And it's a thank-you, to Teddy and Anya, for making it happen. For letting whatever elusive dream this place is tugging at start to come true.
"You should just open a bakery," Anya says with a laugh as he presents them with a plate of chocolate chip cookies, setting it with a tired flourish down on the coffee table.
"Who'd buy my cookies?" Dave asks with a snort, lowering himself to the ground and leaning back against Teddy's legs.
"I would," Teddy replies immediately, and Dave rolls his eyes.
"You're saying that because you know you don't have to."
"I would too," Anya argues.
"And Chris. He's loaded, right?" Teddy says speculatively, and Dave shrugs. "Yeah, he's the business guy. And he loved your hangover cupcakes."
"They're just normal cupcakes, he's the one who decided they were a hangover cure."
"Whatever." Teddy waves a hand, and then leans forward to grab a cookie, nearly overbalancing on the couch to reach it. "Seriously, she might be on to something. You should start a bakery."
"I'd go bankrupt next week," Dave says, shaking his head and closing his eyes, and as far as he's concerned that's the end of it. Until Anya wakes him up to say goodbye, letting him give her a quick kiss and giving him a long, thoughtful look in return.
"Think about it, okay?" she says, and it takes a second to remember what she means. "You're a better cook than you give yourself credit for. And hey, you need to do something with it besides just crash in it, right?"
He shuts the door behind her and writes it off as overly supportive friends, even if Anya would protest being called overly supportive. And that, he figures, is that; they'll figure out what they're actually doing with it soon. Maybe giving Teddy a set for his webshow.
By the time they wake up tomorrow, no one's going to remember this ridiculous bakery idea.
Story: No Child is Spared
Colors: Halloween Orange 28, "It’s a shot of ‘dumb idea’ with a ‘bad plan’ chaser"; Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots 11, "Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So. . . get on your way."
Supplies and Styles: Glue ("You might wish you had more stability today, but the uncertainty is also exhilarating. Attempts to keep everything as it is now may be a study in frustration.")
Word Count: 898
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Dave's supposed to be looking for a better job, and a better apartment that he and Teddy can still somehow afford. And, well, he is, because he has to be, and he does what he has to. Otherwise they're going to be stuck in their one shitty room living off their meagre salaries for the rest of time. Neither of them want that.
So he's looking. He just makes a stop on the way home.
He's not sure what it is that draws him to the empty store. It's not particularly nice. It's big, but what does that matter? It's a store. What would he do with a store? Live in it? Yes, exactly, he's going to go home and tell Teddy "guess what, I bought us a store!"
... No, Teddy would be fine with that, actually. He'd film it. It would become the new premise for the webshow.
They probably couldn't afford it anyway. Even if they gave up their apartment and lived in it. Even if he could figure out what he'd do with his own store. Even if the damn webshow took off. It would be a bad idea, it would be stupid and impulsive. Dave isn't impulsive. Teddy, love him though he does, is impulsive. Dave doesn't let himself be. That's how you lose money.
So he just looks.
He looks for two weeks, every day on his way home. He gets off the bus three stops early and walks out of his way to go look at it, but he doesn't realize anyone notices, until he gets there and Anya is leaning against the window, peering inside.
"So what is it about the place?" she asks as he walks up next to her, glancing from the store to him and back again. "It's not the location, I'm guessing."
"I don't know," he says honestly, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging. "I don't... it's just.... I like it. I know it's not.... I mean... I'm not gonna buy it. That'd be stupid. I just... like it."
"If you want it, how is that stupid?" she asks, and he launches into his list of reasons. They don't have the money to spare. They don't have anything to do with it. They need an apartment. It's farther from work for Teddy. It's not a good idea.
He talks around and around the same points again and again until Anya leans against his arm, dropping her head onto his shoulder, and the contact is so abrupt and unexpected he drops off mid-sentance.
"You want it?" she says again, and he stares into the dark store for a long minute before he nods. "Why don't we bring Teddy down here?"
"It's stupid," he says weakly, but she's already pulling out her phone to call.
He has his hand wrapped so tightly around Teddy's that he's cutting off circulation while they make the plan; he's sick with excitement and fear when he signs the lease. They spend the first day they own making a plan, the rest of that week cleaning and packing. Teddy and Anya are exhausted, but Dave can't stop thinking, worrying, planning, wondering, so he keeps moving. He bakes when they get back to the apartment, showers twice to get all the grime off, and then bakes more. It's old habit, it's a comfort – it's how he got through college, even when classes were driving him crazy. And it's a thank-you, to Teddy and Anya, for making it happen. For letting whatever elusive dream this place is tugging at start to come true.
"You should just open a bakery," Anya says with a laugh as he presents them with a plate of chocolate chip cookies, setting it with a tired flourish down on the coffee table.
"Who'd buy my cookies?" Dave asks with a snort, lowering himself to the ground and leaning back against Teddy's legs.
"I would," Teddy replies immediately, and Dave rolls his eyes.
"You're saying that because you know you don't have to."
"I would too," Anya argues.
"And Chris. He's loaded, right?" Teddy says speculatively, and Dave shrugs. "Yeah, he's the business guy. And he loved your hangover cupcakes."
"They're just normal cupcakes, he's the one who decided they were a hangover cure."
"Whatever." Teddy waves a hand, and then leans forward to grab a cookie, nearly overbalancing on the couch to reach it. "Seriously, she might be on to something. You should start a bakery."
"I'd go bankrupt next week," Dave says, shaking his head and closing his eyes, and as far as he's concerned that's the end of it. Until Anya wakes him up to say goodbye, letting him give her a quick kiss and giving him a long, thoughtful look in return.
"Think about it, okay?" she says, and it takes a second to remember what she means. "You're a better cook than you give yourself credit for. And hey, you need to do something with it besides just crash in it, right?"
He shuts the door behind her and writes it off as overly supportive friends, even if Anya would protest being called overly supportive. And that, he figures, is that; they'll figure out what they're actually doing with it soon. Maybe giving Teddy a set for his webshow.
By the time they wake up tomorrow, no one's going to remember this ridiculous bakery idea.