storypaint (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
storypaint) wrote2009-10-09 11:34 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-10-09 11:34 pm
Entry tags:
To Rest (Juno gen)
Title: To Rest
Fandom: Juno
Length: 373
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: 7 Oct 09 // Morning glories make a roof
Pairing: Juno gen; slight Paulie/Juno
Other: n/a
Excerpt: When the flowers were blooming, she lay there in the green light filtering through and smelled the air and felt as though the world was on pause.
The shed was half-fallen in, uninhabitable for a good part of the year, until the morning glories woke and painted a roof across the holes. Juno liked it, messy and abandoned as it was. From an early age, it was one of her favorite places to go in the summer. She'd had to give it up while she was pregnant. The leaning door could no longer be opened, and ducking under it had not been an option once she was far enough along. There'd be a point where she wouldn't be able to squeeze through at all, she knew, and perhaps that was why she made sure to spend as much time there as she could, that last summer after senior year.
She hadn't anywhere to run, that year when she couldn't get into the shed (and how Bren would have shouted if she knew what use the old thing was put to. She probably would have assumed Juno used it to be "sexually active," that phrase Juno still hated). So she'd learned that there were some things you couldn't run away from, like Bleeker. He'd just follow her, wait for her to get tired and turn around. He was a good guy like that. Tireless, like a particular dedicated dog, except much cuter than anything Bren would salivate over.
When the flowers were blooming, she lay there in the green light filtering through and smelled the air and felt as though the world was on pause. There was nothing there but the hard dirt at her back, the sweat collecting under her breasts (which were still larger than she'd like), the big thoughts in her brain. She thought about college and about leaving and about Bleeker and sometimes about Mark and Leah and even Liberty Belle.
She shut her eyes, breathed in, breathed out, and then put on her sunglasses and slipped back out of the shed, blinking against the sudden brightness anyway. Her hamburger phone was ringing and the dogs were barking and Bleeker was expecting her at rehearsal in an hour.
So she slipped into the house and stole a Pop-Tart and teased her half-sister. Peace was all well and good, but it had its place, and Juno was going other places.
She couldn't wait.
Fandom: Juno
Length: 373
Prompt:
31_days: 7 Oct 09 // Morning glories make a roofPairing: Juno gen; slight Paulie/Juno
Other: n/a
Excerpt: When the flowers were blooming, she lay there in the green light filtering through and smelled the air and felt as though the world was on pause.
The shed was half-fallen in, uninhabitable for a good part of the year, until the morning glories woke and painted a roof across the holes. Juno liked it, messy and abandoned as it was. From an early age, it was one of her favorite places to go in the summer. She'd had to give it up while she was pregnant. The leaning door could no longer be opened, and ducking under it had not been an option once she was far enough along. There'd be a point where she wouldn't be able to squeeze through at all, she knew, and perhaps that was why she made sure to spend as much time there as she could, that last summer after senior year.
She hadn't anywhere to run, that year when she couldn't get into the shed (and how Bren would have shouted if she knew what use the old thing was put to. She probably would have assumed Juno used it to be "sexually active," that phrase Juno still hated). So she'd learned that there were some things you couldn't run away from, like Bleeker. He'd just follow her, wait for her to get tired and turn around. He was a good guy like that. Tireless, like a particular dedicated dog, except much cuter than anything Bren would salivate over.
When the flowers were blooming, she lay there in the green light filtering through and smelled the air and felt as though the world was on pause. There was nothing there but the hard dirt at her back, the sweat collecting under her breasts (which were still larger than she'd like), the big thoughts in her brain. She thought about college and about leaving and about Bleeker and sometimes about Mark and Leah and even Liberty Belle.
She shut her eyes, breathed in, breathed out, and then put on her sunglasses and slipped back out of the shed, blinking against the sudden brightness anyway. Her hamburger phone was ringing and the dogs were barking and Bleeker was expecting her at rehearsal in an hour.
So she slipped into the house and stole a Pop-Tart and teased her half-sister. Peace was all well and good, but it had its place, and Juno was going other places.
She couldn't wait.