30 days of Oz. Day ten: With animal ears
Part 2/3
Teen!fic.
Prompt: With animal ears
Paring:Beecher/Keller
“I will not do it!”
“You’ll do it, Toby.” Tobias Beecher doesn’t remember to have ever hearing his father raise the voice during an argument. He admires his father for this. When they fight Toby always raises his voice, yells like a kid. His father talks, like an adult, like a lawyer. And during an argument his father always win. Like today.
“Mother please, say something!”
“I’m not going to argue with you about this, Tobias. The policeman who brought you back home told us that you were drunk, when you aren’t old enough to even drink a glass of champagne for your birthday, and only because he knows your mother and me has decided to do nothing about it. But this doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to be punished. You make a mistake and you have to fix it.”
“I know that, dad but- why this? I could clean the pool, instead. Or mow the lawn.”
“Because you are not a kid anymore, Tobias. Now you are just a teenage boy but soon you’ll be an adult and what you did is important, serious. You were drunk and this is serious.” His father hesitates, like he doesn’t find the right words. A lawyer without words, funny. “You are a smart kid, Toby. You’ll have a great life but the drinking… we can’t lose you.”
And then Toby knows that his father won this fight. Without a yell, just with a few words. “We care about you, Toby.” For the first time after the party, after the police, after the drinking he feels guilty. The guilt will always be his weak spot. He doesn’t want hurt his parents. He feels guilty and then he misses the alcohol.
“Ok dad, I’ll do it. Just give me the address of the hospital.”
“I will not do it.”
“Tobias your mother has already called us and she told us that you will participate to our little play for the kid of the hospital.” The woman at the front office talks to him like if he were a child. Silly, moody.
“My mother said that that I would have to volunteer to sick kids, not wear the bunny ears and make myself ridiculous.” He says flapping the ears, the last part of that awful costume that he would have to wear.
“And what do you think that volunteers do, young man? They play with kids, they make jokes and tell bedtime stories and sometime they wear bunny ears only to make these kids, this sick kids like you said, smile.”
Shit.
“So, Tobias, Will you wearing this costume and play with kids or I should call your mother and tell her that this is too silly for a man like you?”
The costume is really awful. He seems a giant horrendous bunny. He isn’t cute or funny, he is creepy.
Thanks God nobody knows me here or I would be single in the space of a minute, he thinks. Oh well, I’m already single. He does not even remember. He remembers the party, to have been drinking, how beautiful was Genevieve when she danced, the police and his angry parents. What he does not remember is when his girlfriend broke with him. Even more ridiculous does not remember how he felt to be with her, to be in love. Maybe he wasn’t in love.
The kids, the sick kids are cute eventually. He is good to tell stories because he loves to talk and he is good with kids (he like kids, when imagines his future he can always picture himself like a father. Maybe not always like a husband but always like a father). They love his costume and they smile to him and for an hour he feels as if he were again a decent person. The son that his parents love, the perfect boyfriend for a girl like a Genevieve.
And everything goes wrong.
“Are you a fag?”
Teen!fic.
Prompt: With animal ears
Paring:Beecher/Keller
“I will not do it!”
“You’ll do it, Toby.” Tobias Beecher doesn’t remember to have ever hearing his father raise the voice during an argument. He admires his father for this. When they fight Toby always raises his voice, yells like a kid. His father talks, like an adult, like a lawyer. And during an argument his father always win. Like today.
“Mother please, say something!”
“I’m not going to argue with you about this, Tobias. The policeman who brought you back home told us that you were drunk, when you aren’t old enough to even drink a glass of champagne for your birthday, and only because he knows your mother and me has decided to do nothing about it. But this doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to be punished. You make a mistake and you have to fix it.”
“I know that, dad but- why this? I could clean the pool, instead. Or mow the lawn.”
“Because you are not a kid anymore, Tobias. Now you are just a teenage boy but soon you’ll be an adult and what you did is important, serious. You were drunk and this is serious.” His father hesitates, like he doesn’t find the right words. A lawyer without words, funny. “You are a smart kid, Toby. You’ll have a great life but the drinking… we can’t lose you.”
And then Toby knows that his father won this fight. Without a yell, just with a few words. “We care about you, Toby.” For the first time after the party, after the police, after the drinking he feels guilty. The guilt will always be his weak spot. He doesn’t want hurt his parents. He feels guilty and then he misses the alcohol.
“Ok dad, I’ll do it. Just give me the address of the hospital.”
“I will not do it.”
“Tobias your mother has already called us and she told us that you will participate to our little play for the kid of the hospital.” The woman at the front office talks to him like if he were a child. Silly, moody.
“My mother said that that I would have to volunteer to sick kids, not wear the bunny ears and make myself ridiculous.” He says flapping the ears, the last part of that awful costume that he would have to wear.
“And what do you think that volunteers do, young man? They play with kids, they make jokes and tell bedtime stories and sometime they wear bunny ears only to make these kids, this sick kids like you said, smile.”
Shit.
“So, Tobias, Will you wearing this costume and play with kids or I should call your mother and tell her that this is too silly for a man like you?”
The costume is really awful. He seems a giant horrendous bunny. He isn’t cute or funny, he is creepy.
Thanks God nobody knows me here or I would be single in the space of a minute, he thinks. Oh well, I’m already single. He does not even remember. He remembers the party, to have been drinking, how beautiful was Genevieve when she danced, the police and his angry parents. What he does not remember is when his girlfriend broke with him. Even more ridiculous does not remember how he felt to be with her, to be in love. Maybe he wasn’t in love.
The kids, the sick kids are cute eventually. He is good to tell stories because he loves to talk and he is good with kids (he like kids, when imagines his future he can always picture himself like a father. Maybe not always like a husband but always like a father). They love his costume and they smile to him and for an hour he feels as if he were again a decent person. The son that his parents love, the perfect boyfriend for a girl like a Genevieve.
And everything goes wrong.
“Are you a fag?”