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Title: The Sandbox Chronicles (2/?)
Chapter Title: T-Rex, Hear Me Roar
Author: me
Rating: pg-13 (this part pg for bullying)
Summary: It all started in a sandbox.
Disclaimer: i own none of this
Author's Notes: this now will have chapter titles. :) oh and in case i never mentioned in the first part, this takes place in san diego, CA. arkansas will eventually come into play :) thanks for all teh lovely comments on part 1! they are greatly appreciated :)
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/390471.html#cutid1
Every day for a week Kris meets Adam at the same spot in the sandbox. He brings his bucket of dinosaurs and they sit and play until their mothers have to practically tear them apart. And each night that Kris goes to bed he says a little prayer that he’ll see Adam at the playground the next afternoon. When every afternoon arrives he pretty much drags his mommy out the door, barely giving her enough time to grab the things she needs.
But on Saturday, today, Kris is sitting on the park bench with his mommy, watching for Adam. Adam who hasn’t shown up at all. They always meet at the same time and Adam not showing up at the same time today is breaking little Kris’ heart. “Mommy, where is he?” Kris mutters, big brown eyes tearing up as he stares and waits for an answer.
She smiles softly, touching his fuzzy hair. She’s quite proud of the fact that Kris found a new friend so fast. She was beginning to worry that when the time comes for her to watch him wave from the school steps he wouldn’t have any friends to look forward to. But then he met Adam almost a week ago and he’d been ecstatic ever since that he found someone to play with his dinosaurs with him.
“Maybe he had somewhere else to go,” she tells him and Kris pouts. He huffs and pushes his dinosaur bucket out of the way. The bucket wobbles on the edge before falling to the ground. Little Foot bounces a good few inches away and Kris darts after the plastic toy.
As he stands there holding his favorite dinosaur, his small Converses untied, glasses askew on his button nose, he stares out at the playground wishing Adam would come running around the corner with a smile on his freckly face.
He never shows up.
***
Monday rolls around and Kris isn't looking forward to going to the playground. His mommy called Adam’s mommy Sunday afternoon but she never told him why Adam didn’t come to play Saturday. Kris almost forgot about it until Monday afternoon.
When they arrive and she sits down on the same park bench she sits on everyday, Kris trudges over to the sandbox. He plants himself on the ground with a sigh that would make an adult melt. He sets his bucket aside and takes out Little Foot. Little Foot gets stuck on another dinosaur and when he takes it out he sees it’s the one Adam likes to play with. The t-rex; of course.
He flings the t-rex across the sandbox and his mommy shouts at him from across the way that he shouldn’t treat his toys like that or else she’ll take him home. He rolls his eyes and crawls across the sand to get the dinosaur.
A hand beats him to it. Kris follows a pair of long legs covered by dirty jeans. The big kid bully that Adam saved Little Foot from. What was his name? Kris mentally shrugs, deciding knowing the other kid’s name isn’t that important. He just remembers it started with an “S.”
Kris’ eyes go wide as the bully picks up the t-rex and laughs. “Aren’t you too old to play with dinosaurs?”
“Shut up!” Kris stands up and snatches at the dinosaur but the bigger kid is too fast for him.
“You’re no match for the Sarver, kid. Give up,” he taunts as he holds the dinosaur all the way up in the air. Kris jumps, grabby fingers reaching for the plastic toy desperately.
“Give it here! That’s Adam’s din’saur!” Kris cries. Sarver laughs and takes off towards the swings. With a angry huff, Kris shoves his glasses up his nose, kicks his untied shoes off, and runs after Sarver.
“Kristopher Allen!”
Kris ignores the protests of his mommy. He finally catches up with Sarver and with a battle cry that would shame even the dinosaurs in his imagination, he launches himself on Sarver’s back and holds on tightly. “GIVE IT TO ME!” They both tumble to the ground and the toy skitters across the dirt away from them. “That’s Adam’s dinosaur you big bully!” Kris smacks Sarver on the back of the head but doesn’t get another one in before he’s being held to the ground.
He’s aware of the fact that he’s crying, yet he doesn’t care. His nose is runny and he thinks it may be blood from the force of which they hit the ground, and his knees and elbows are scraped. He’s covered in sand, sweat, and dirt but he just doesn’t care. He kicks his bare feet around and finally one of his heels collide with the bully’s left hip.
“Kristopher Allen!” his mommy shrieks.
Kris stops his kicking and Sarver staggers back, holding his side. The next thing Kris knows he’s being hauled to his feet and practically dragged across the playground. He can barely get his footing and he’s crying as he being hauled away by his mommy. The t-rex is still laying on the ground and the tears come faster.
“I left the dinosaur!” he cries and breaks away. Before he can be grabbed again he’s running back to the toy and snatching it off the ground. He sniffles on his way to the park bench where he knows he’ll be put in time out until time to clean up and leave.
He sits, holds the dinosaur in his lap, and the next time he looks up Adam’s swinging by himself across the playground.
***
On Tuesday Kris doesn’t want to go to the playground. His elbows and knees sting from scrapes adorning them, and the left side of his nose is swollen slightly. When his mommy asks him why he doesn’t want to go he shrugs and says he doesn’t think Adam wants to be friends anymore.
“Come on Kris. Maybe he’ll be there today,” she encourages and pokes him in the ribs. He giggles and squirms away. “Kris laying here pouting isn’t going to help anything.”
“But mommy!” Kris says, exasperated beyond belief for a five-year-old. “He was there yes’erday. He didn’t come talk to me!”
“Maybe he didn’t see you.” She sighs at the defiant pout set on Kris’ face and shakes her head. “Fine. You can go see if your daddy wants to do something.”
Kris watches her leave the room. He scrunches his nose up at the bucket of dinosaurs sitting in the corner beside his bookshelf. He wants to see Adam but he doesn’t want to go to the playground. He’s afraid the t-rex will be taken again by that Sarver bully. That’s Adam’s dinosaur and he won’t let it be ruined.
“Mommy! Let’s go to the park!”
Twenty minutes later Kris is tripping over his shoelaces, bucket swinging violently in his hand, as he runs to the sandbox where a head full of blonde hair can be seen sticking up over the edge. He gets excited and nearly falls flat on his face before he can reach the sandbox. When he finally does, successfully not hurting himself in the process, he throws himself into the sand and giggles when Adam greets him grinning.
“Adam!” Kris cheers and plops into the sand next to his new friend. He’s hopeful that maybe this will be okay. They’ll be okay.
“Hey Kris with a K. What’s up?” Adam’s blue eyes brighten and Kris smiles wide.
“Where were you Saturday? And how come you didn’t come play with me yesterday?” Kris asks outright. He chews on his bottom lip, a habit his mommy can’t break him of.
Kris sees a sadness in Adam’s blue eyes and he starts to wonder. “Momma wouldn’t let me,” Adam mumbles and starts drawing patterns in the sand. “Sorry, Krissy.”
“It’s okay,” Kris smiles and scoots closer to Adam. He takes out the t-rex, stares at it hard for a moment, then holds it front of Adam’s face. “Here. You can have him. It’s your favorite one anyways.” Kris waits expectantly until Adam finally takes the dinosaur.
Kris giggles as Adam tackles him in a hug, both of them rolling in the sand. Adam lays off to the side of Kris. They stare up at the clouds together, Adam clutching the t-rex and Kris fumbling to find Little Foot. He finds it and holds onto it tightly.
“Hey Kris?”
“What?”
“Wanna be friends forever?”
“Best friends forever.”
Chapter Title: T-Rex, Hear Me Roar
Author: me
Rating: pg-13 (this part pg for bullying)
Summary: It all started in a sandbox.
Disclaimer: i own none of this
Author's Notes: this now will have chapter titles. :) oh and in case i never mentioned in the first part, this takes place in san diego, CA. arkansas will eventually come into play :) thanks for all teh lovely comments on part 1! they are greatly appreciated :)
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/390471.html#cutid1
Every day for a week Kris meets Adam at the same spot in the sandbox. He brings his bucket of dinosaurs and they sit and play until their mothers have to practically tear them apart. And each night that Kris goes to bed he says a little prayer that he’ll see Adam at the playground the next afternoon. When every afternoon arrives he pretty much drags his mommy out the door, barely giving her enough time to grab the things she needs.
But on Saturday, today, Kris is sitting on the park bench with his mommy, watching for Adam. Adam who hasn’t shown up at all. They always meet at the same time and Adam not showing up at the same time today is breaking little Kris’ heart. “Mommy, where is he?” Kris mutters, big brown eyes tearing up as he stares and waits for an answer.
She smiles softly, touching his fuzzy hair. She’s quite proud of the fact that Kris found a new friend so fast. She was beginning to worry that when the time comes for her to watch him wave from the school steps he wouldn’t have any friends to look forward to. But then he met Adam almost a week ago and he’d been ecstatic ever since that he found someone to play with his dinosaurs with him.
“Maybe he had somewhere else to go,” she tells him and Kris pouts. He huffs and pushes his dinosaur bucket out of the way. The bucket wobbles on the edge before falling to the ground. Little Foot bounces a good few inches away and Kris darts after the plastic toy.
As he stands there holding his favorite dinosaur, his small Converses untied, glasses askew on his button nose, he stares out at the playground wishing Adam would come running around the corner with a smile on his freckly face.
He never shows up.
***
Monday rolls around and Kris isn't looking forward to going to the playground. His mommy called Adam’s mommy Sunday afternoon but she never told him why Adam didn’t come to play Saturday. Kris almost forgot about it until Monday afternoon.
When they arrive and she sits down on the same park bench she sits on everyday, Kris trudges over to the sandbox. He plants himself on the ground with a sigh that would make an adult melt. He sets his bucket aside and takes out Little Foot. Little Foot gets stuck on another dinosaur and when he takes it out he sees it’s the one Adam likes to play with. The t-rex; of course.
He flings the t-rex across the sandbox and his mommy shouts at him from across the way that he shouldn’t treat his toys like that or else she’ll take him home. He rolls his eyes and crawls across the sand to get the dinosaur.
A hand beats him to it. Kris follows a pair of long legs covered by dirty jeans. The big kid bully that Adam saved Little Foot from. What was his name? Kris mentally shrugs, deciding knowing the other kid’s name isn’t that important. He just remembers it started with an “S.”
Kris’ eyes go wide as the bully picks up the t-rex and laughs. “Aren’t you too old to play with dinosaurs?”
“Shut up!” Kris stands up and snatches at the dinosaur but the bigger kid is too fast for him.
“You’re no match for the Sarver, kid. Give up,” he taunts as he holds the dinosaur all the way up in the air. Kris jumps, grabby fingers reaching for the plastic toy desperately.
“Give it here! That’s Adam’s din’saur!” Kris cries. Sarver laughs and takes off towards the swings. With a angry huff, Kris shoves his glasses up his nose, kicks his untied shoes off, and runs after Sarver.
“Kristopher Allen!”
Kris ignores the protests of his mommy. He finally catches up with Sarver and with a battle cry that would shame even the dinosaurs in his imagination, he launches himself on Sarver’s back and holds on tightly. “GIVE IT TO ME!” They both tumble to the ground and the toy skitters across the dirt away from them. “That’s Adam’s dinosaur you big bully!” Kris smacks Sarver on the back of the head but doesn’t get another one in before he’s being held to the ground.
He’s aware of the fact that he’s crying, yet he doesn’t care. His nose is runny and he thinks it may be blood from the force of which they hit the ground, and his knees and elbows are scraped. He’s covered in sand, sweat, and dirt but he just doesn’t care. He kicks his bare feet around and finally one of his heels collide with the bully’s left hip.
“Kristopher Allen!” his mommy shrieks.
Kris stops his kicking and Sarver staggers back, holding his side. The next thing Kris knows he’s being hauled to his feet and practically dragged across the playground. He can barely get his footing and he’s crying as he being hauled away by his mommy. The t-rex is still laying on the ground and the tears come faster.
“I left the dinosaur!” he cries and breaks away. Before he can be grabbed again he’s running back to the toy and snatching it off the ground. He sniffles on his way to the park bench where he knows he’ll be put in time out until time to clean up and leave.
He sits, holds the dinosaur in his lap, and the next time he looks up Adam’s swinging by himself across the playground.
***
On Tuesday Kris doesn’t want to go to the playground. His elbows and knees sting from scrapes adorning them, and the left side of his nose is swollen slightly. When his mommy asks him why he doesn’t want to go he shrugs and says he doesn’t think Adam wants to be friends anymore.
“Come on Kris. Maybe he’ll be there today,” she encourages and pokes him in the ribs. He giggles and squirms away. “Kris laying here pouting isn’t going to help anything.”
“But mommy!” Kris says, exasperated beyond belief for a five-year-old. “He was there yes’erday. He didn’t come talk to me!”
“Maybe he didn’t see you.” She sighs at the defiant pout set on Kris’ face and shakes her head. “Fine. You can go see if your daddy wants to do something.”
Kris watches her leave the room. He scrunches his nose up at the bucket of dinosaurs sitting in the corner beside his bookshelf. He wants to see Adam but he doesn’t want to go to the playground. He’s afraid the t-rex will be taken again by that Sarver bully. That’s Adam’s dinosaur and he won’t let it be ruined.
“Mommy! Let’s go to the park!”
Twenty minutes later Kris is tripping over his shoelaces, bucket swinging violently in his hand, as he runs to the sandbox where a head full of blonde hair can be seen sticking up over the edge. He gets excited and nearly falls flat on his face before he can reach the sandbox. When he finally does, successfully not hurting himself in the process, he throws himself into the sand and giggles when Adam greets him grinning.
“Adam!” Kris cheers and plops into the sand next to his new friend. He’s hopeful that maybe this will be okay. They’ll be okay.
“Hey Kris with a K. What’s up?” Adam’s blue eyes brighten and Kris smiles wide.
“Where were you Saturday? And how come you didn’t come play with me yesterday?” Kris asks outright. He chews on his bottom lip, a habit his mommy can’t break him of.
Kris sees a sadness in Adam’s blue eyes and he starts to wonder. “Momma wouldn’t let me,” Adam mumbles and starts drawing patterns in the sand. “Sorry, Krissy.”
“It’s okay,” Kris smiles and scoots closer to Adam. He takes out the t-rex, stares at it hard for a moment, then holds it front of Adam’s face. “Here. You can have him. It’s your favorite one anyways.” Kris waits expectantly until Adam finally takes the dinosaur.
Kris giggles as Adam tackles him in a hug, both of them rolling in the sand. Adam lays off to the side of Kris. They stare up at the clouds together, Adam clutching the t-rex and Kris fumbling to find Little Foot. He finds it and holds onto it tightly.
“Hey Kris?”
“What?”
“Wanna be friends forever?”
“Best friends forever.”