AN:
I've been wishing to write some KERRY for a while. I mean, there are many fics for them on here, well, a few, but I've wanted to write something for a couple of months. I also wanted it to be something fun, something I could continue, but without restrictions, so this is what I whipped up.
This is a verb series, so it could be any word that is moving or has to do with moving. It usually ends in 'ing', doesn't have to, but it usually does. Anyway, what makes this different from previous works is that I'm allowing requests! The prompt could be a verb or an action and if you send it through the reviews or preferably PM inbox, I'll do it as soon as possible. I just really wanted to do something different, but continuous and something that allowed readers to participate.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Requests in the reviews or PM inbox.
I. reading
Jerry is vivacious; he can never stay still for too long. He hops, he talks, and he eats just to avoid the drawl of time.
Kim knows that. She knows that when he's sitting still, quiet, that he's unravelling and it's happening before her. She knows that when he opens a book, just slightly, that his layers are more diverse than they appear. He's more than what everyone gives him.
It's no wonder she sees him differently, sees him glow a little, when he opens a book and his eyes are tied infinitely, because he never does that. He never just sits and reads. She's captivated on the cynosure activity and sees something distinctive. Kim sees something distinctive than the day before or the morning earlier. His silence is rare, almost vulnerable and she sees him differently. He flickers light blindingly in her eyes and sometimes that's why she stares so much. She stares because it's unusual, peculiar, and odd, but beautiful all at once. No one ever gets to see him in that light, in his light.
Jerry Martinez. Reading.
The pages are twirled in his fingers, brown eyes entranced passionately, as he read every letter that passed like a movie reel. Jerry never looks up or notices her eyes. He reads intently and shuffles once the position he's sitting in grows tedious. Occasionally, he slides down the chair and places the book on a nearby table, but it never really happens. He usually sits there, hair flat, bedridden, and sock dangling off his feet, with not a knowledge of her existence. His words are long gone and his mind with no remembrance of time. He just sits there with the clothes he slept in—black long-sleeve accompanied with grey sweatpants—zero attention focused on the girl before him.
She smiles. "What are you reading?"
"A book." He mumbles, scratching his head dismissively. She'd be offended, but it never happens often. She's usually the focus, the "princess of his novella" or something; her defense is never tarnished.
Kim sits up from her bed—hair propped up in a bun, with her plaid pajamas falling off her hip—and squeezes herself in the chair with him. He never says anything, because his attention is in absolute disappearance from her, but his head falls on her shoulder, almost always, inevitably. She lets the feel of his hair against her skin—warm, soft—calm her senses.
She lets the moment curl her in softly.
"Man, I'm hungry."
Of course. Kim sighs.
II. reading
Kim is a very competitive girl. She gets motivated by just a simple negative outburst. She gets bored quickly without motivation or stimulation of that kind. Challenges set out, that are easy for the blonde, are always something that dry out pretty fast for her. It's a difficult demand for Jerry.
However, when she is not prowling on the edge for competition, she can be a very quiet girl.
He sees her reading, her glasses sliding from her nose, and he feels all tingly, electric inside. The bottom of his stomach swirls with the effect of seeing her so... differently, that he sees a light and feels the warmth string him in. There's so much variation than the previous girl, who fished for dry cereal to fix her hunger, and the girl who reads, because there's not much to do and the book appears enthralling. It's something serene and beautiful—she's beautiful.
He hates reading, very much so, but it happens to him more than usual. He reads and reads, but there's not much interest set. He's just bored and the book seems like a movie to him once he scrunched his eyes enough, the cover effaced with vibrant hues of red, purple, blue, and black.
He looks up from the book at her.
She's focused, eyes planted on the words across the book. Her hands are holding the pages, flipping another one every two minutes. The boy who stares feels a smile tweak his face. She's so oblivious to his staring that he feels amused, almost daring. Kim gets vexed, when he stares at her for too long, it makes her uncomfortable. Yet, as the book lies in her petite, red painted fingers, she flips and flips and never notices his eyes. Her legs are housed by jeans and her feet are cladded in fuzzy pink boots. The pink shirt clings to her stomach under the thick blue sweater that falls amongst the floor and Jerry stares in awe. He takes all of the glimpses he can get, knowing that this would be the only time he'll get to stare without question. She just won't believe that he stares, because she's beautiful.
He grins, almost resembling a leprechaun. "Whatcha reading?"
"A book." She responds, smiling deviously.
He catches the gesture and quickly understands why she did it. It doesn't take long for him to lightly punch her legs in response. She squeals like a girl, which she hardly does, before she punches him harshly on his arm. The war commences and it's brief before the two are tackling each other and Jerry begins screaming just as loud. Their limbs tied and feet underneath each other, Kim struggles to keep her book in her hand. Jerry's quick to her weaknesses, he loves her for them, so extends his tongue and aims for the arm with the book.
"No!" She giggles angrily, her laughter beyond the control of her anger.
"Yes!" Jerry urges, his tongue close to her arm.
Unlike Kim, Jerry never lets her finish reading. Kim thinks it's because he lives to torment her and Jerry says it's because he loves her.
Same thing, if you think about it.