Prompt: Phone
Bilbo stared at his phone. It was only that afternoon that Thorin had asked for his number. There was no way that the jock would even consider texting him before the recommended three days of waiting were up. Bilbo wasn't even certain that Thorin was serious. For all he knew, it was all an elaborate prank, another one of those geek-baiting schemes that the popular clique loved to do.
"I'm being silly," Bilbo said to himself. "I'm a Baggins, not some Bracegirdle, I should have more sense than this."
That said, Bilbo placed his phone on his bookshelf, far enough for him not to check on it every few seconds, but close enough for him to reach for it if ever a message arrived. Bilbo decided to do his homework, maths first because it tended to be the one that needed the most concentration and not because Calculus was the class that he and Thorin shared. He opened his notebook to the page with the assignment on it and took out a scratch sheet.
The first problem was easy, a review of a problem they had done in class. The second one was trickier, needing Bilbo to try to solve it three different ways before he was satisfied that he got the correct answer. By the third question, Thorin and the possibility of him sending Bilbo a message was far from the nerd's mind. Which was why Bilbo was startled when his phone vibrated.
"Deep breath Baggins," Bilbo said as he glared at his phone. "It's not necessarily him. It could be anyone."
And it was. His mother just sent him a text saying that she and his father were going to be late, not that that was unusual, so Bilbo should just heat up some leftovers and not wait for them.
Bilbo sighed. Of course it was his mother, it was always his mother. Most of his phone's inbox were messages from his parents, there were messages from friends too, Bofur and Ori, notably, but those were rare, given that they spent most of the day together.
He set the phone back on the bookshelf and got back to work on his homework. By the time he finished the problem set, all ten items, the sun had already begun to set. Bilbo stretched in his seat, debating on whether to start reading his history book or to eat dinner. His stomach gave out a protest at the thought of doing more homework, a protest seconded by his brain, so he decided to head to the kitchen and make himself some dinner.
As he passed his bookshelf, he wondered whether or not he should bring his phone along. Bilbo shook his head. He considered himself mature for his age and he wasn't going to be one of those teenagers who hung on to their phones night and day. He left his phone on the bookshelf.
He spent roughly an hour in the kitchen, making food, eating said food, and then cleaning up after himself. Bilbo would have gone directly back to his room, but he decided to sneak a smoke on the terrace. His parents didn't know about his habit, so he had to make it quick.
That said, when he got back to his room, a message was waiting for him.
Thorin: Hi.
A message that was received over an hour ago, just after Bilbo went down to dinner. Bilbo shook his head. The gods were just crazy. He picked up his phone and started typing in his reply.
AN: So basically, this will contain one-shots that I did in 15 minutes. The pairing will almost definitely feature Bagginshield, and the prompts are just words that I asked from people.
If you want to contribute a word, you can pm me or leave a comment.
If you want me to do another pairing, just ask, it won't be included in this work, but I will try to write it. ^.^