Helping Hand
By Sailorjj07
A/n: I signed myself up for the 30 days of OTP prompt on deviantart. FML, but I can't just spend an entire month writing about a single OTP, so I'm writing across a bunch of fandoms. The prompt for today is "Holding Hands".
Summary: A one-shot based around the prompt "Holding Hands". Jake/Trix
Disclaimer: I do not own!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Actions
(Me!)
Ten year old Trixie "Trix" Carter was determined to get this skateboarding thing down. She could at least go forward now, but turning corners was wayyyy outside of her realm of understanding after two frustrating hours of falling on her butt.
"Ugggggggggghhhhhh!" She cried out in exasperation, picking herself up off the hard pavement once again. Setting herself to rights and climbing back up on the board again, Trixie stared down the straight sidewalk and took a deep breath.
"Come on girl, you can do this!" After psyching herself up, Trixie pushed her foot against the ground and went sailing down the road.
A sharp turn at the end of the sidewalk was waiting for her, but Trixie just narrowed her eyes at the obstacle and strode forward. She was gonna nail this turn!
With a whoop of excitement, Trixie made the curve like a practice veteran. The simplicity of the movement left her surprised, but she was more stunned at her ability to push herself through and see instant results.
Her joy died in her throat as she realized she forgot how to teach herself how to stop.
"HEY, WATCH OUT!" Trixie cried, barrelling down the sidewalk at several unsuspecting victims. A man and his dog jumped out of the way, but the black haired boy at the end of the road hadn't heard her and with a loud crash, she slammed into… the fire hydrant beside him.
"Ahhhh~!" Trixie cried as her body made contact with the metal thing. Thank goodness she had worn protective gear!
"Whooa! Hey, ma, you okay?"
Trixie's head spun as she tried to shake the stars from her vision. When it finally cleared, the first thing she saw was a hand in her face, attached to the arm of the boy she tried not to hit. He was smiling at her cautiously, with a warm look in his dark eyes. Trixie felt her world shift, and it wasn't because she hit her head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good, I'm good," taking the boy's hand, Trixie let him help her up, dusting herself off as she stood. He looked her over, searching for any injuries.
"Man, you turned right at the last second! I thought I was gonna die!" The boy said dramatically, earning a giggle from Trixie.
"I promise I wasn't trying to kill you!"
"Haha, suuuurreeeeee."
Trixie laughed again, feeling a warm trickle down her cheek. The dark haired boy's eyes widen and he gasped.
"Oh no, you're bleeding!"
Rubbing her hand across her cheek, Trixie realized with dread that there was definitely blood on her fingers.
"My house is close by! My mom can fix it!" Grabbing her clean hand, the boy didn't wait for an answer as he pulled Trixie along towards his house. Trixie followed behind him, feeling an odd mixture of happiness and fear that she couldn't begin to describe.
They reached the boy's house in no time. As he had promised, he immediately hollered for his mother as he led Trixie into his home, straight into the living room.
"Mom, help! My friend, um-! Wait…" The young man turned as they sat down on the couch together, "What's your name?"
"Trixie Carter. My friends call me Trix."
A curious look on spread across the boy's adorable face, "Like the cereal?"
"Ughhhhh."
Laughing, the boy continue to yell, "Mom, my friend Trixie got hurt! She's bleeding!" While waiting for his mom to show up, the boy handed Trixie a tissue to hold against her face.
"And you?" Trixie asked, "What's your name?"
With a smile that could melt the North Pole, the boy smiled widely at her, "Jake Long."
The End!