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Just a really quick drabble thingy for a new OC and her somehow-a-best-friend, AJ. They're about... mebbe ten years old when this exchange takes place.
Characters: Rose, AJ
Canon: Squarewarts (Past)
Rating: G
"Alexander."
The boy winced, sitting before the lake. His fingers curled around his skipping stone, and he glanced back at her, for once honestly looking unhappy. "Don't call me that."
"Why not?" She settled down next him, careful to make sure her skirts didn't get tangled around her ankles. "It's your name."
"No it's not. It's AJ."
"That's stupid. That's just two letters."
"It's AJ."
"It's Alexander!"
"It's AJ. They're my initials!"
"But not even all of them."
"Whatever. It just sounds better, okay?"
Rose pondered on a compromise. "Xander?"
"...Nah."
"Why not?"
"Too close. Besides, what's wrong with AJ?"
"What's wrong with Xander?"
He gave her an irritated look and then turned away, throwing the stone as hard as he could. It skipped once and then fell into the water with a magnificent plop.
"Xander..." She said this new nickname in a sing-song voice, but he refused to look back at her. "Xander. Xander~ Xander, Xander, Xander--"
"Quit it!" He shot another look back at her, his young face filled with indignation.
She grinned right back. "Xan?"
He rolled his eyes skyward and then turned away, hunting for another proper pebble on the ground.
Rose opened her mouth, then paused, pondering this trouble. "Why don't you like Alexander?"
It was sort've funny. Everytime she actually said it, his fingers flexed, like he didn't even know he was doing it. "I just don't."
She didn't get it. People used their names. She didn't know anyone who used their initials as a name. It made no sense.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he still didn't move. In one hand, he kept flipping over the mostly-flat stone he's found, over and over again. She watched him in silence for a long moment.
Then, "Betchu I can skip a stone more times than you can."
He paused, then shifted his shoulder underneath her head. Not pushing her off; just getting ready to throw his own. "Betchu can't."
"I bet a billion frogs I can."
"I bet a zillion frogs you can't."
She could hear the grin in his voice, now, and so she sat up, searching for a suitable stone to beat him with. "You're on!"
Characters: Rose, AJ
Canon: Squarewarts (Past)
Rating: G
"Alexander."
The boy winced, sitting before the lake. His fingers curled around his skipping stone, and he glanced back at her, for once honestly looking unhappy. "Don't call me that."
"Why not?" She settled down next him, careful to make sure her skirts didn't get tangled around her ankles. "It's your name."
"No it's not. It's AJ."
"That's stupid. That's just two letters."
"It's AJ."
"It's Alexander!"
"It's AJ. They're my initials!"
"But not even all of them."
"Whatever. It just sounds better, okay?"
Rose pondered on a compromise. "Xander?"
"...Nah."
"Why not?"
"Too close. Besides, what's wrong with AJ?"
"What's wrong with Xander?"
He gave her an irritated look and then turned away, throwing the stone as hard as he could. It skipped once and then fell into the water with a magnificent plop.
"Xander..." She said this new nickname in a sing-song voice, but he refused to look back at her. "Xander. Xander~ Xander, Xander, Xander--"
"Quit it!" He shot another look back at her, his young face filled with indignation.
She grinned right back. "Xan?"
He rolled his eyes skyward and then turned away, hunting for another proper pebble on the ground.
Rose opened her mouth, then paused, pondering this trouble. "Why don't you like Alexander?"
It was sort've funny. Everytime she actually said it, his fingers flexed, like he didn't even know he was doing it. "I just don't."
She didn't get it. People used their names. She didn't know anyone who used their initials as a name. It made no sense.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he still didn't move. In one hand, he kept flipping over the mostly-flat stone he's found, over and over again. She watched him in silence for a long moment.
Then, "Betchu I can skip a stone more times than you can."
He paused, then shifted his shoulder underneath her head. Not pushing her off; just getting ready to throw his own. "Betchu can't."
"I bet a billion frogs I can."
"I bet a zillion frogs you can't."
She could hear the grin in his voice, now, and so she sat up, searching for a suitable stone to beat him with. "You're on!"