Fic: Collapsible Plans [Prologue/?]
Title: Collapsible Plans [Prologue/?]
Summary: AU. Kris leaves small town life behind to attend college in New York City. Who does he meet along the way that flips his world upside down?
Author: griggharris
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: I suspect the fic will end out at around PG-13, but the prologue is a G.
Word Count: 319
Disclaimer: The happenings are faker than Zaza in La Cage aux Folles.
Author’s Notes: This is a major WIP and a silly plot bunny in my head. I've also never written Kradam before. So I'm hoping the bunny doesn't hop away. And. This is just a short prologue. I'll write more if you guys are interested! Also, this is un-beta'd.
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Kristopher Neil Allen was the poster child for First in the Family. But then, he was the poster child for a lot of things. Young yet mature beyond his age, a man of his faith yet accepting, bourgeois yet adventurous.
Untainted. And just like a man ready for a new adventure.
His sweet Southern temperament stood out in the brash urban jungle of New York City. He felt out of place, like a small bee in a big swarm unfixed to a particular hive. It was liberating, yet, despite the sprawl, uninvitingly claustrophobic.
He was used to the slower pace. Small Town America. Back home in Conway, Arkansas, everyone knew each other’s business. Here, he couldn’t get a passing glance on the street. Shoulders brushed past the other in flowing rush hour without a simple gesture of remorse. No coffee shop stayed open five minutes past closing for lowly strangers to co-mingle on their last sip of the grind. The bars were vacant caverns - and they kicked him out anyway, because otherwise, they could lose their license.
Back home, he could bite down a quick nightcap on the pub’s tab. Because the bartender was his cousin, and in Small Town America, nobody gave a crap.
Before that scholarship, he had his life all planned out.
He’d be back home with the blonde belle of his, pounding down on pre-requisites at the University of Central Arkansas. He’d be part of some corner store Dave Matthews Band-meets-Hootie & the Blowfish knock-off experiment, playing for free apple pie and quarter dollars.
He’d be a server at Applebee’s.
He’d see his mama every day, because she’d still insist on folding his underwear and ironing his shirts.
And every Friday he’d meet the boys down at Jet’s bar, where they’d kill time, forget to study, kiss their pretty girls, and play stupid tricks.
He had his life all planned out - and then life happened.
Summary: AU. Kris leaves small town life behind to attend college in New York City. Who does he meet along the way that flips his world upside down?
Author: griggharris
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: I suspect the fic will end out at around PG-13, but the prologue is a G.
Word Count: 319
Disclaimer: The happenings are faker than Zaza in La Cage aux Folles.
Author’s Notes: This is a major WIP and a silly plot bunny in my head. I've also never written Kradam before. So I'm hoping the bunny doesn't hop away. And. This is just a short prologue. I'll write more if you guys are interested! Also, this is un-beta'd.
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Kristopher Neil Allen was the poster child for First in the Family. But then, he was the poster child for a lot of things. Young yet mature beyond his age, a man of his faith yet accepting, bourgeois yet adventurous.
Untainted. And just like a man ready for a new adventure.
His sweet Southern temperament stood out in the brash urban jungle of New York City. He felt out of place, like a small bee in a big swarm unfixed to a particular hive. It was liberating, yet, despite the sprawl, uninvitingly claustrophobic.
He was used to the slower pace. Small Town America. Back home in Conway, Arkansas, everyone knew each other’s business. Here, he couldn’t get a passing glance on the street. Shoulders brushed past the other in flowing rush hour without a simple gesture of remorse. No coffee shop stayed open five minutes past closing for lowly strangers to co-mingle on their last sip of the grind. The bars were vacant caverns - and they kicked him out anyway, because otherwise, they could lose their license.
Back home, he could bite down a quick nightcap on the pub’s tab. Because the bartender was his cousin, and in Small Town America, nobody gave a crap.
Before that scholarship, he had his life all planned out.
He’d be back home with the blonde belle of his, pounding down on pre-requisites at the University of Central Arkansas. He’d be part of some corner store Dave Matthews Band-meets-Hootie & the Blowfish knock-off experiment, playing for free apple pie and quarter dollars.
He’d be a server at Applebee’s.
He’d see his mama every day, because she’d still insist on folding his underwear and ironing his shirts.
And every Friday he’d meet the boys down at Jet’s bar, where they’d kill time, forget to study, kiss their pretty girls, and play stupid tricks.
He had his life all planned out - and then life happened.