Drabbles for J/L
By rese
Summary: I'm a lazy-bones and this is a fun way to write for a tired mind. Pure unconnected J/L nonsense.
Disclaimer: from what you get out of 100 words or less, L.M.A. owns the characters.
A/N: I'm particularly lazy this week as I'm not 100 in the health department and half yearlies are a week away. So here's some drabbles to keep the readers satisfied, because looking at the dwindling updating status of the fandom makes me depressed.
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Laurie felt her head hit his shoulder and wondered why she didn't use the desk.
"It's hopeless! I'm hopeless! Ugh, I've had enough, don't make me go back."
"There, there." He patted the brown head patronizingly as she gave him a particularly vicious look. "Cheer up, Jo, maybe you won't be a famous writer and no one will pressure you to sit down and write them a script. Think of all the spare time you'll have!"
She quickly spun around and put her head down to finish the play after that.
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Three stones skipped across the pond, one after the other and Jo bit back a grin at the proud look of her successful boy.
"Well done, lad, but beat this!" and Jo picked up a rock the size of her fist and dumped it in the water very purposefully. Laurie laughed as she crossed her arms and effected his previous expression.
"Amy's the best anyway," she explained when he'd sobered and they stood back, watching the blonde girl turning rocks into water flies.
"Maybe in some things," he spoke quietly and took her hand in the late summer light.
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"Oh, what have you done!?" cried little Amy, her nose red and brow furrowed when she pulled her head out from behind the oven door. "They're as brown as figs and they're supposed to be 'golden', Jo."
The older girl made a face and poked her tongue out as she collapsed in a huff at the kitchen table. "Meg knows I can't cook for pegs, it's her fault. She should never have asked."
"But it was for Laurie and she knows how you like to please him," said Beth, shuffling between the scowling girls, one hand patting Jo's defiant shoulder and the other holding Joanna.
Jo turned as red as Amy's toasted nose.
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She laughed harder and harder as he continued to read that he had to stop when she held a hand to her throat and went a painful red.
"Oh! Ow, Laurie." Jo rasped still grinning between breaths. The boy's expression was far more serious as his concern grew at her inability to breathe properly.
"I'm sorry, Jo" he rubbed her back. "I should have known not to read this when you're sick. I just wanted to cheer you up." And he looked so pathetic that without regard to contagions and germs Jo pecked him on the cheek for his troubles.
"You did well, my boy."