Just something small I needed to write down. In 3 weeks I'll be done with this year at school and I'll be writing a lot more then and updating more frequently. So this'll have to do until june 26th. x Sas.90
Dancing Skeletons.
He stood in front of his dresser, clad in nothing but a pair light pink boxers, the top drawer of the dresser wide open. His fingers scrubbed through his recently washed hair which was still moist from the shower. Then his hand scratched his stubbled chin which he still had to shave while he inspected the contents of the drawer. Pink, blue, yellow, dotted, striped and even socks with smilies he'd haphazardly thrown into the drawer were staring up at him. Waiting for him to pick a suitable pair to wear today.
Every morning it took him at least five minutes to decide which pair to wear. Yesterday it had been red with green dots, they were now lying on the floor next to his bed. So no green or red today. Maybe yellow? Booth dug through the pile of socks and fished out the yellow coloured piece of clothing. He seriously considered putting them on before he noticed a particularly peculiar looking stain on the heel of the sock. He frowned momentarily, trying to remember what it was and then realised.
Ink.
Parker had once broken a pen and he'd stepped right into the small puddle of blue ink when he'd tried to clean it, wearing those socks. Even after washing it three times the stain wouldn't fade. No yellow then.
Booth threw the sock back into the drawer and ran a hand across the back of his neck. Black? No, too boring. Pink? Booth glanced down. No, he was already wearing pink boxers and a real man could only handle so much pink. White wasn't an option either. He only ever wore white socks when he went to the gym and then it was only because they were so comfortable. No socks with tiny hearts either he didn't feel in a particularly loving mood today and he only wore his smiley faced socks whenever Parker was staying over. Because they'd been a gift from Parker for father's day last year.
So now he had two options, striped socks, of which he had basically every colour, or dotted socks. The special agent glaned at the alarmclock on his bedside cabinet and rolled his eyes. 6.39AM already and he really had to leave at 7.00. If he carried this on he wouldn't have time to eat breakfast.
Booth reached into the drawer and pushed all socks that weren't dotted or striped to the side. Then, he closed his eyes and blindly felt around until his hand closed around a pair of socks. He lifted them out of the drawer before opening his eyes. Stripes, orange, purple, green. Those would have to do. He was about to close the drawer when he noticed another pair of socks in the far, dark, corner of his dresser. Intrigued, he tossed the striped socks onto the bed and reached for the pair that lay lonely in the corner. When he pulled back his arm he saw they were black and hit little dancing skeletons on them.
The socks Bones had gotten him for his birthday a couple of weeks ago, despite the little skeletons being anatomically incorrect and the fact that they couldn't dance.
Booth smiled, he'd completely forgotten about those. One last glance at the striped socks on his bed and he made a decision. New case, skelettal body, Bones.
Yeah, definitely the dancing skeleton socks.