[01] Not Necessarily Noteworthy
By Fahiru
It wasn't that Huckleberry Pie meant to trick anyone. The opportunity to tell them had just sort of came and went amidst all the introductions. They had all pretty much followed the same script.
"You're new? Well, I'm Angel Cake, and you won't ever have to worry about going hungry here!"
"Howdy-do, Huck? Gingersnap's the name! I like makin' cookies and mechanical what-ya-ma-call-it-s! Feel free to let me fix up that smashed up old log you live in, don't want to start off your days here like that, nope!"
"Hello. You can call me Orange Blossom. Things are pretty rough down there in the berry patch, huh? Let me know if you need a friend, I know what it feels like to be scared."
He was hoping that the last one, who seemed a little more insightful, would give him a second to clear things up.
"Hi there, My name's Strawberry Shortcake! Your name is Huckleberry Pie, right?"
She seemed nice enough. Gave people space, room to breath between sentences. But apparently her friends took advantage of that.
"Yup, this is Huck! Lives down in Huckleberry Briar, yessiree, kid must have been out of his mind to settle down there! You can help him out, can't ya Strawberry? We were thinking that he would probably stick around if we agree to bring him meals and stuff. Could you get in on it? How's the second Saturday of every month?"
And his opportunity was lost. Thus Huckleberry Pie, a world renown culinary, mechanical, archeological, and social genius, who had been hiding out in Strawberry land most of his life, became the neighborhood mooch who hung out in a custom built fort that had taken up residence over the entrance to his lab. Occasionally he was presented with a golden opportunity to reveal the truth, but then it would pass, and eventually, he stopped noticing. It didn't really matter whether the girls knew; they all liked him even though they thought he lived off of their success, and he knew it made them feel good about themselves. So he would state the obvious and ask Strawberry for food while visiting. He would let Ginger fix his skateboard and would let Orange keep him company and would let Angel force baked goods upon him. He didn't mind, and eventually, it wasn't that important whether they knew or not.
It may have even been especially important that they never found out, because Strawberry made really good huckleberry pies.
A/N;Twelve Shots of Summer; Week 1 Prompt: Secret genius.
Although I was the one who came up with this prompt in the first place, I feel like one of the least qualified to write on it. I seriously had, like, nothing.
I feel like Huck could very well be a culinary genius and just didn't think to tell anyone. I mean, how else would he survive out in the wilderness on his own? He doesn't look malnourished enough to be living only off of berries.
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