Fluffy Bat oneshot, because I've really been in a Bat sort of moob lately.
Moob, haha.
I meant mood.
Anyway, here we go.
Enjoy.
2001
Beckett Oliver reached out and picked up a random crayon. He didn't choose it for any particular reason, but then he took a moment to study it.
The crayon was snapped in half, probably broken by one of the other careless kindergarteners. The once perfect tip of the shortened crayon was rubbed down to a dull nub after being roughly scribbled across paper multiple times by pudgy little hands. It seemed as if someone had tried to cut off the broken end with a pair of the plastic safety scissors the little kids had to use, but gave up not even halfway through the job. The crayon's paper clothing was torn away in some places, and where it remained it was fading and dotted with other colors. A long black marker line was slashed through the brand's label, making it unreadable, even if Beck was able to read well enough to decifer it.
It looked like most of the other crayons in the little crayon bucket, but its color was what caught his eye.
"Wha'cha got there?"
The question surprised Beck out of his strange little trance, and he looked over at his new visitor. She had plopped down in another small wooden chair by his side, leaning over to look at his special crayon. Her shoulder length, brown wavy hair tickled at his shoulder. Beck looked into her sweet, innocent face and turned his body so the crayon was between them, still held delicately with both of his hands.
"What color is this?" He asked her, offering it to her. She took it carefully and searched for the words that would answer his question.
Her dark eyes scanned the faded letters with a bit of difficulty.
R-E-D-V-E-L-V-E-T C-U-P-C-A-K-E
"It's red...ve...velvet..cup...cake...red-vel-vet-cup-cake." She told him with a small but proud smile. She held the crayon back out to him and he took it gratefully.
"Thank you." He smiled. They both gazed at the crayon for a few silent moments, neither looking away for a second. In the backround, the usual screaming, clanking, clattering, and chatter of the other children carried on, but it all seemed far away.
"It's a very pretty color." Cat said, her head leaning to the side.
"Yeah. I think red-vel-vet-cup-cake is my new favorite." Beck agreed, nodding slightly.
"When I get older, I'm going to make my hair this color." She told him, subconciously picking up a piece of her wildly wavy hair and twirling it around her fingers.
Beck broke his gaze from the used crayon and stared at her incredulously.
"Are you crazy?" He asked with a disbelieving tone.
"Of course not! Haven't you seen people with different colored hair? Why can't I color my hair red-vel-vet-cup-cake?" She defended herself.
"Well...how?" His eyebrows furrowed and he looked back to the crayon.
"Obviously I'll have to get a bunch of these crayons and color my hair with them. Duh." She answered him, like it was the easiest question in the world.
"Oh." He said. His eyes wandered back over to her brunette hair, imagining it the color of redveltvet cupcakes.
"Do you promise you will?" He asked her softly, his black eyes meeting her brown ones.
"I promise." She smiled. He held out his pinky and she entwined it with her own.
"Pinky swear." They said in unison, grinning at each other.
"No backsies." He told her seriously, squeezing her pinky one last time before letting go and turning his attention back to his new favorite color.
This story may have been used before (I'd be surprised if it hadn't), but I am in no way trying to steal or copy anyone.
For the people who aren't so good at math, if Cat and Beck are 16-17 now (in 2012), in 2001 they were 5-6 and in kindergarten.
Ta-da! Math rocks!
Thanks for reading, ta-ta for now!
