Kris with a K, Adam with an A
Title: Kris with a K, Adam with an A
Rating: G
Pairing: Kradam Friendship
Summary: Kris and Adam get to know each other when Kris is in a rather unfortunate dodgeball accident.
Authors Notes: AU-ish. Kris and Adam are in middle school together. I wrote this for the Kradam appreciation post over at Ontd_ai, and my friend told me to post it here, so. :P Just a fun little drabble. I might write more of this if you guys so please. This is a fun little universe. :D
Disclaimer: The boys belong to themselves, obviously~
Kris grunted and gave a little cry as the large red ball collided with his face, knocking him off balance and sending him to the hard, tiled gym floor. He blinked a few times, disoriented, and reached up to remove his smashed glasses that were making the world look like a kaleidoscope. It was his third pair this year; his mom wasn't going to be happy. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, the pain radiating from his nose making them sting. Any minute now the laughing would start, as it always did. Kris wasn't bad at sports; actually, he thought he was rather good, but being short, playing the viola, and wearing glasses didn't exactly make you the most popular kid in school, and thus Kris's face essentially became a giant target for a multitude of things, including dodgeballs.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Kris was confused. This wasn't laughing. Someone was actually legitimately concerned for his wellbeing. He looked up and squinted, trying to make out who it was that had spoken. He was greeted by the fuzzy, slightly chunky profile of a tall, blond haired guy.
"Um, yeah, I guess. Am I bleeding anywhere? I can't really see..." Kris trailed off, waving his broken glasses around.
The guy laughed and shook his head, grabbing for Kris's other hand and hauling him up.
"You know, I'm pretty bad at this game, but I'm pretty sure you don't hit the ball with your face. Or any other part of your body for that matter," the guy said, a cheeky grin spread across his face.
Kris snorted and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry my reflexes don't live up to your expectations. I'll try to remember that the next time someone throws a ball at my head."
Blond Guy tensed at his words and looked over his shoulder at the guy that had thrown the ball, now doubled over in laughter at one of his friends imitating Kris being hit in the face and falling to the floor.
"That was really low. He's such a loser, remind me to trip him when we run laps."
Kris laughed at that, the pain in his nose ebbing away. He had no idea who Blond Guy was, or if he had any other classes with him, or if he'd spoken to him before now (Kris didn't think so because he was sure he would have remembered him), but he felt like they had been friends forever. His heart leaped at that thought, and suddenly Kris really wanted to know Blond Guy's name, and his favorite color, and what music he liked, and various other things that friends normally know about each other.
"My name's Kris, by the way. And that's Kris with a K, just so you know."
Blond Guy smiled and grabbed Kris's hand to shake it.
"Hi Kris with a K, my name's Adam with an A."
Kris laughed again.
"As opposed to what? Adam with an O?" he asked sarcastically, grinning at him.
"Oh, don't be facetious," Adam said, poking him and the shoulder, then suddenly whipped his head around when someone yelled from across the gym.
"Oh, look! Coach Leslie caught on to Mr. Jock's 'bad aim'!"
Judging by how hard Adam was laughing, Kris guessed the Coach was making 'Mr. Jock' do one of his many rigorous workouts while following him around and blowing his whistle at random intervals, probably scaring him in the process, but without his glasses it was all a blur of color and movement. He cleared his throat and waved the broken specticals in front of Adam's face to get his attention. Adam stopped his giggling and looked back at Kris.
"Oh, right, I'm sorry," he said with a frown, grabbing hold of the smashed glasses and inspecting them. "Hmm, I guess you're not gonna get very far with seven different versions of the world."
Kris chuckled and shook his head. "One is enough, thanks." He sighed and took the glasses back from Adam. "Well, I've got a backup pair in the nurse's office. I guess I'll have to live with those until my mom can afford to get me some new ones."
Adam raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't sound very enthused."
Kris groaned and stared down at his sneaker-clad feet. "They're really old and huge and dorky," he mumbled, scuffing his heel across the floor.
Adam giggled and put an arm around Kris's shoulder and squeezed. "Well, I'm not really old, but I'm huge and dorky, so we'll match!" He smiled down at Kris and Kris couldn't help but smile back.
Not to be cliché, but Kris felt this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Rating: G
Pairing: Kradam Friendship
Summary: Kris and Adam get to know each other when Kris is in a rather unfortunate dodgeball accident.
Authors Notes: AU-ish. Kris and Adam are in middle school together. I wrote this for the Kradam appreciation post over at Ontd_ai, and my friend told me to post it here, so. :P Just a fun little drabble. I might write more of this if you guys so please. This is a fun little universe. :D
Disclaimer: The boys belong to themselves, obviously~
Kris grunted and gave a little cry as the large red ball collided with his face, knocking him off balance and sending him to the hard, tiled gym floor. He blinked a few times, disoriented, and reached up to remove his smashed glasses that were making the world look like a kaleidoscope. It was his third pair this year; his mom wasn't going to be happy. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, the pain radiating from his nose making them sting. Any minute now the laughing would start, as it always did. Kris wasn't bad at sports; actually, he thought he was rather good, but being short, playing the viola, and wearing glasses didn't exactly make you the most popular kid in school, and thus Kris's face essentially became a giant target for a multitude of things, including dodgeballs.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Kris was confused. This wasn't laughing. Someone was actually legitimately concerned for his wellbeing. He looked up and squinted, trying to make out who it was that had spoken. He was greeted by the fuzzy, slightly chunky profile of a tall, blond haired guy.
"Um, yeah, I guess. Am I bleeding anywhere? I can't really see..." Kris trailed off, waving his broken glasses around.
The guy laughed and shook his head, grabbing for Kris's other hand and hauling him up.
"You know, I'm pretty bad at this game, but I'm pretty sure you don't hit the ball with your face. Or any other part of your body for that matter," the guy said, a cheeky grin spread across his face.
Kris snorted and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry my reflexes don't live up to your expectations. I'll try to remember that the next time someone throws a ball at my head."
Blond Guy tensed at his words and looked over his shoulder at the guy that had thrown the ball, now doubled over in laughter at one of his friends imitating Kris being hit in the face and falling to the floor.
"That was really low. He's such a loser, remind me to trip him when we run laps."
Kris laughed at that, the pain in his nose ebbing away. He had no idea who Blond Guy was, or if he had any other classes with him, or if he'd spoken to him before now (Kris didn't think so because he was sure he would have remembered him), but he felt like they had been friends forever. His heart leaped at that thought, and suddenly Kris really wanted to know Blond Guy's name, and his favorite color, and what music he liked, and various other things that friends normally know about each other.
"My name's Kris, by the way. And that's Kris with a K, just so you know."
Blond Guy smiled and grabbed Kris's hand to shake it.
"Hi Kris with a K, my name's Adam with an A."
Kris laughed again.
"As opposed to what? Adam with an O?" he asked sarcastically, grinning at him.
"Oh, don't be facetious," Adam said, poking him and the shoulder, then suddenly whipped his head around when someone yelled from across the gym.
"Oh, look! Coach Leslie caught on to Mr. Jock's 'bad aim'!"
Judging by how hard Adam was laughing, Kris guessed the Coach was making 'Mr. Jock' do one of his many rigorous workouts while following him around and blowing his whistle at random intervals, probably scaring him in the process, but without his glasses it was all a blur of color and movement. He cleared his throat and waved the broken specticals in front of Adam's face to get his attention. Adam stopped his giggling and looked back at Kris.
"Oh, right, I'm sorry," he said with a frown, grabbing hold of the smashed glasses and inspecting them. "Hmm, I guess you're not gonna get very far with seven different versions of the world."
Kris chuckled and shook his head. "One is enough, thanks." He sighed and took the glasses back from Adam. "Well, I've got a backup pair in the nurse's office. I guess I'll have to live with those until my mom can afford to get me some new ones."
Adam raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't sound very enthused."
Kris groaned and stared down at his sneaker-clad feet. "They're really old and huge and dorky," he mumbled, scuffing his heel across the floor.
Adam giggled and put an arm around Kris's shoulder and squeezed. "Well, I'm not really old, but I'm huge and dorky, so we'll match!" He smiled down at Kris and Kris couldn't help but smile back.
Not to be cliché, but Kris felt this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.