A/N: So, I'm so sorry that I'm having writer's block for the sequel. In the meantime, I read a Sherlock fanfic and I listened to (damn you!) Calvin Harris-Summer, then this came up to my mind. Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own Jurassic World. And you who just favorite me or followed me or even add me to your alert, which is tinieymm, thank you very much!
Summer, 1989
He was 10 and she was 8.
His parents got divorced and he had decided to spend a few days of his summer break at his dad and his dad's girlfriend in Madison. He wasn't really fond of his dad's girlfriend and he had no doubt that she felt the same. So when his dad was called to work, he left the house and went to the park. That's where he met her.
Her hair was red, her eyes were blue and she was reading a book. He found her cute. But she wasn't alone. There was a blonde girl, probably his age. And she kept rolling her eyes when the red hair girl talked. It made him slightly furious. But then the blonde girl finally left. That's when he walked to the red hair girl. "Hi," he said and she looked up from her book, looking surprised. "Hi," she said back, closing her book slowly.
His hair is light brown and his eyes were green. She found him slightly handsome. He had been sitting on the swing and she swore that he kept glancing at her. And she guessed that he finally had the courage to talk to her after her sister had left to play at her friend's house. "My name is Owen. What's yours?" he said as he sat at the bench next to her. "I'm Claire." Her name sounded perfect for Owen. "You like geniuses?" he said after he saw her book. "Well, they're not really geniuses, they're great inventors and I want to know about their life before they became famous," Claire explained. She's smart, she's cute and she seemed to be friendly. "Aren't inventors smart for finding stuff? So they are after all geniuses," Owen said and Claire frowned.
He was making a point after all, but Claire doesn't like losing. "I think geniuses are like Albert Einstein or, um, or," Claire didn't know much, considering she was still rather young. "Or Mozart," Owen suddenly said, blushing. Girls in Minnesota thought that he was weird for liking classical music. "Yes! You like listening Mozart?" Owen was surprised by her sudden giddiness and also the change of the topic. "Yeah," he said. "I like to listen to Bach. I think he's better than Mozart. Although, Mozart is a genius, he was very young when he started composing," Claire said smiling. Owen couldn't help but smile too as his heart started to pound with no logical reason. "He's child prodigy," Owen said and Claire smile faltered. "What's child prodigy?" Claire asked; she never heard the word prodigy before. "Child genius," he said and again he was surprised when she pulled out a little book and a pencil from her pocket and jotted out those words. "Prodigy is another word for genius? Why does there has to be a lot of words with the same meaning?" Claire asked as she put the book and pencil back. Owen shrugged, he sometimes wondered about it too.
"Are you new in the neighborhood?" Owen shook his head. "My dad moved here. I'm staying in Minnesota with my mom," he explained. "You mean you're Mr. Grady's son?" Claire asked. She heard from her parents that their new neighbor, Thomas Grady, was from Minnesota and that he lives with a woman. "Is the woman your step-mom?" she asked but then she was worried that she oversteps some boundaries. "Possible, I mean, she's still my dad's girlfriend so it doesn't really make her my step mom," he said. There was an awkward tension. "Want to play in the swings?" Claire said, trying to lighten the mood. He nodded and they walked to the place where he was seating.
For a while, they were just swinging but Claire was surprised when Owen stood on the swing. And he was swinging with no fear. "You want to try?" Owen asked. Claire thought about it, her older sister liked to say that she's a coward and will always be. Maybe with this, she could tell Karen that she can stand while swinging. "Okay," she said. Owen smiled and she smiled back. He got down from his swing then walked behind the swing where Claire was sitting. "Stand up and hold the chain," he said and she did as she was told. "Okay, are you ready?" was she? This seemed scarier than she thought. "Claire?" he said. "Yeah," she told him as she took a very tight grip on the chain. He chuckled, "Loosen up, Claire. If you're nervous, you won't feel the fun," he said. But Claire shook her head. "Okay then," he said under his breath. He pulled the chain just slightly then pushed.
Claire could feel the wind on her face. It felt good and slowly she loosened up but then she fell down. "Claire!" he said as he quickly went to her side. There were scrapes on her knees; after all she was wearing short pants. Suddenly, he pulled out wet tissues package then took one. He gently cleaned it and Claire hissed, her heart pounding, she never had a boy touch her. "I'm sorry, Claire," he said feeling guilty. "It's alright, Owen. It was also my fault anyway," she said smiling softly. He sighed. He still feels guilty. After he had cleaned it, she tucked her knees under her chin. "I shouldn't have told you to loosen up," he said sighing. "Owen, I'm fine. It'll heal in a few days. Don't worry." He looked up to her blue eyes. She smiled at him. He stood up and gave her his hand. "Thank you," she said as she was pulled up. Their face was a few inches away. Claire looked down and she saw the time on his watch. "Is that the time? I have to go home," Claire said as she grabbed the book she was reading. "Oh, um, thank you. For today, for listening to me, for giving me a new experience," she said then she stood there for a while. Suddenly she tip toed and kissed his left cheek. Both of their faces went red but before Owen could say anything, she already sprinted away. His hand went to his warm left cheek. "I hope we meet again, Claire," he whispered to himself as he walked to his dad's house.