a poem for adam
Title: a poem for adam
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: 411
Rating: G
Summary: Kris writes Adam a poem.
Author's Note: I was so deeply moved by the masterpiece that is Kris's poem that it inspired me to write this. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with writing them as children. It's cute, okay? Thanks to my writing partner inbetweencabs for channeling an 8 year old and writing this beautiful poem.
Kris has been writing this poem all day. He even stole one of Judy’s sparkly purple crayons because she has the 96 pack and he knows that it’s Adam’s favorite color.
They are learning about poems at school and Mrs. Huckelberry says that sometimes poems are romantic and you can write them when you’re in love. Kris is pretty sure that he loves Adam. They always hang out in the little green tunnel on the playground during recess and Kris always feels monsters in his belly when Adam kisses his cheek. And Adam always shares his peanut butter and jelly with Kris whenever his mom packs him tuna.
During lunch, Charles kept teasing Kris about his poem. He told Kris he isn’t supposed to write a poem to a boy but Kris thinks Charles is stupid. Adam told Kris that they can marry boys if they want and Adam is in the fourth grade, so he knows these things.
Mrs. Huckelberry has them line up for recess and Kris makes sure his poem is tucked safely in his pocket. He keeps his hand over it the entire time he’s walking down the hallway in case it falls out.
As always, Adam is sitting on the pavement outside, waiting for him. He stands when Kris comes up to him and they hug. Adam always smells like apple pie.
“I have a surprise,” Kris says, taking Adam’s hand. He can hear his friends laughing at him from the monkey bars but he doesn’t care. Adam will love his poem, he just knows it.
They settle in their usual tunnel, their knees touching. Kris pulls the poem from his pocket and hands it to Adam, excited for him to finally read it.
you always cuddle me when i'm sick
and teach me sparkly magic tricks
when the snow comes, you hold my hand
and then it's like summer when we play in the sun.
when you smile, my tummy feels funny
but in a good way, so you don't have to worry
you make me sing, you make me happy
when you look at me with your eyes so blue
and those are the reasons why I love you.
Adam drops the poem on his lap when he finishes and turns to take Kris’s face in his hands. He kisses him, on the lips. They pull apart with a wet smack and their eyes widen.
He’s writing Adam another poem tomorrow.
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Word Count: 411
Rating: G
Summary: Kris writes Adam a poem.
Author's Note: I was so deeply moved by the masterpiece that is Kris's poem that it inspired me to write this. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with writing them as children. It's cute, okay? Thanks to my writing partner inbetweencabs for channeling an 8 year old and writing this beautiful poem.
Kris has been writing this poem all day. He even stole one of Judy’s sparkly purple crayons because she has the 96 pack and he knows that it’s Adam’s favorite color.
They are learning about poems at school and Mrs. Huckelberry says that sometimes poems are romantic and you can write them when you’re in love. Kris is pretty sure that he loves Adam. They always hang out in the little green tunnel on the playground during recess and Kris always feels monsters in his belly when Adam kisses his cheek. And Adam always shares his peanut butter and jelly with Kris whenever his mom packs him tuna.
During lunch, Charles kept teasing Kris about his poem. He told Kris he isn’t supposed to write a poem to a boy but Kris thinks Charles is stupid. Adam told Kris that they can marry boys if they want and Adam is in the fourth grade, so he knows these things.
Mrs. Huckelberry has them line up for recess and Kris makes sure his poem is tucked safely in his pocket. He keeps his hand over it the entire time he’s walking down the hallway in case it falls out.
As always, Adam is sitting on the pavement outside, waiting for him. He stands when Kris comes up to him and they hug. Adam always smells like apple pie.
“I have a surprise,” Kris says, taking Adam’s hand. He can hear his friends laughing at him from the monkey bars but he doesn’t care. Adam will love his poem, he just knows it.
They settle in their usual tunnel, their knees touching. Kris pulls the poem from his pocket and hands it to Adam, excited for him to finally read it.
you always cuddle me when i'm sick
and teach me sparkly magic tricks
when the snow comes, you hold my hand
and then it's like summer when we play in the sun.
when you smile, my tummy feels funny
but in a good way, so you don't have to worry
you make me sing, you make me happy
when you look at me with your eyes so blue
and those are the reasons why I love you.
Adam drops the poem on his lap when he finishes and turns to take Kris’s face in his hands. He kisses him, on the lips. They pull apart with a wet smack and their eyes widen.
He’s writing Adam another poem tomorrow.