Title: Darling Violets

Rating: T for later chapters

Pairing: Jimmy Darling/Violet Harmon

Summary: Jimmy and Violet grow up living next door to each other. Just a short one-shot series based on different moments in their lives as they grow up together.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from American Horror Story!

AN: Something that popped in to my head and I had to get it out so I could get inspiration for my other stories. This is just going to be a short series with no serious plot more like little scenes of different times in their lives.

The first time he saw her was the day after he and his mother had officially moved in to their new Boston home. Should couldn't of been more than four or five and even at the tender age of six, Jimmy knew right away she was something special; a once in a lifetime kind of treasure. She was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk flipping through a picture book with her knees pressed up against her chest and a pink flowered skirt whipping back and forth due to the wind. The sun glinted off of her honey colored hair and the young boy wondered for a moment if she was one of the angels his momma used read about in the stories she told him at bedtime. If she was then he must be heaven and that was okay as long as he could continue to watch the pretty girl who had, without even knowing it, captured his heart in a matter of seconds.

"My mommy says you shouldn't stare because it's rude." The tiny girl never looked up from the picture book resting in her lap, but the older boy knew without question she was talking to him even though he had no idea how she had figured out he was there. Maybe she could read minds like Professor X in his beloved X-Men comic books?

Feeling ashamed for being caught, Jimmy looked down and shoved his glove covered hands in his pockets. "I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Jimmy, Jimmy Darling and we just moved here."

"Nice to meet you Jimmy Darling, my name is Violet." Violet shot him a big toothy smile.

"Like the flower. Violets are my favorite type of flower." He told her as he looked up from the ground. Usually Jimmy wouldn't hang around other kids because eventually they would see his hands and once they did they never stuck around so he figured it was better to just be alone, but this girl, there was just something about her.

Setting her book to the side, Violet stood up as she offered her hand for him to shake. "Daddy said we were getting new neighbors. The last family that lived there had to move away and I was happy because Tate was a mean little boy who used to pull my hair and he killed my goldfish when I wouldn't play with him. His sister Addie was my friend, but there was an accident and she went to heaven. I asked my mommy if we could visit, but she said it was to far away and one day when I was all grown up I would understand. You don't seem like a mean boy though so we can be friends if you want? I miss having a friend."

The redheaded boy grinned brightly. He had missed having friends and maybe, just maybe, Violet would be different than all the others who judge him purely by looks rather than taking the time to get to know him. "Well then you can consider me your now official best friend."

"Best friends forever!" She agreed bouncing on the balls of her feet happily. "We should spit shake on it; it is way cooler than a pinky promise, but you'll have to take your mittens off."

Hearing her words was like being hit in the face with ice cold water. What if after seeing his hands Violet decided she no longer wanted to be friends with him? Jimmy could't lose her, not when he had just found her. "Violet, since we are now friends and friends tell each other everything, I need to show you something, but I don't want you to be scared."

The smaller female lifted her chin defiantly. "I'm not scared of anything."

"I hope that's true." He mumbled before slowly starting to remove his gloves. "My momma and I moved here from Alabama because we are different and the other people who lived there didn't like that. My hands are not like yours Violet, they are different. People call me lobster boy because I have hands almost like claws of a lobster."

Violet looked down at his hands and while she knew most kids would run away, she did not feel fear or disgust. She thought his hands, the first two and last two fused together, were absolutely beautiful. Hesitantly she reached out to run her fingers along the smooth skin. "They are so pretty. I wish I had hands like yours Jimmy, they make you special. Now come on, lets go play frisbee."

For a moment the six year old boy was stunned at how little she had freaked out on him, but when she offered her hand for him to take so he could follow her, he took it without a second thought. He had been right, she was different, like he was and it wasn't a bad thing because having met her he knew they could be different together. He never had to be alone again.

TBC...

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