Title: Sugar and Spice
Characters Claimed: Tess and Davis ("Work" OC)
Rating: PG
Pairings involved: None
Warnings: Light psychological abuse of a minor. /laughs/
Note: For Filthy-Animal's childhood challenge. Also, in my mind, Tess is about 5 years older than Davis.
Short description: Cuteness can be such a curse.
He was so not amused.
/giggle/ "Aww… he's so cute!" /laughs/
"Pass me those socks, Tess."
"Okay."
Seriously not amused.
The blonde girl held up a pair of frilly pink socks for her friend's inspection.
"Yeah, those'll go perfect with this dress. Oh, Davis, you're going to look adorable when we get finished with you." His sister laughed.
"You don't think your mom will get angry?" Tess asked.
"No way. She always used to say that she'd love to have another little girl. But then Davis had to come along and ruin everything."
His frown grew more pronounced.
"Well that explains the hair." Tess laughed.
"I hate you!" the little boy screamed.
"Oh, cut it out!" his sister said pressing him further into the bed. "You know you love all the attention. And we all know how much you loooove to play dress up… OWWW!"
Then sound of little bare feet running across the wooden floor and then a door slammed shut.
"That little… he friggin' bit me!"
oo0oo
"Davis?"
He was trying his best to stay quiet but a sniffle broke through.
"Davis, come on out of there."
"…No!"
"Davis… Davis come out of there now!"
"Yeah, come out of there you little…"
"Connie! I thought I told you to stay in your room!"
"…Fine."
He could hear his sister stomp out of the room grumbling about crybabies and other nonsense but he didn't care. He hated her so much. And he still hadn't found a way out of this stupid dress. He was going to have to face it; he needed help. He finally opened the door and peaked out.
"C'mere."
His mother was staring at him a small smile on her face. He could tell she was trying to keep from grinning.
"Well, look at you." She said scooping him up in her arms. She held him and started petting his head and fiddling with his long braid of hair. He had pulled all the bows loose but the ribbons were still there.
"Aren't you just the prettiest little thing?"
"Mom!"