This is my first fanfiction, so please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own To Kill A Mockingbird or any of the characters or places mentioned. But I do love Atticus.
Atticus Finch
I looked out my window at the house across the street. It was about an hour after midnight. I laughed when I saw that the top light was on. Maudie Atkinson was rarely up late. She always told me that she didn't stay up late because she had to be awake and alive to water her flowers. I never knew why she had to water them at six in the morning, but I never had the time to ask her about it. I was walking over, just to say hello and all of that. I was almost out the door when Scout caught up with me.
"Jean Louise Finch! Go to bed! It is way too late to be up and about. Now, go to bed!" Despite her being out of bed at this hour, I couldn't bring myself to yell at her. I swooped down and ruffled her hair, making her smile. I was just about to make her fall asleep when she asked me a question.
"Atticus? Why were you sneaking out past midnight?"
"Well, Scout, why were you awake?" was my brilliant answer. I thought I was finished when her little voice piped up again.
"Were you sneaking out to see somebody like in the stories?" I laughed.
"Of course not, child. Who would I be sneaking out to see? And why would I sneak out?"
"Well, you would leave because you're in love. Like the stories say." I pushed my glasses up on my nose. Was I in love? I was pretty sure that I wasn't. I mean, who could I love? Cal? No, she was my hired help. That would be strange. We probably wouldn't get along. What other unmarried women lived in town? Rachel was too overbearing. Stephanie….Well, everybody knows she flirts or sleeps with every dishonest man in Maycomb and never shuts her mouth. Who else could there be?
"Who would I love in Maycomb County?" I said this, forgetting how creative Scout could be.
"Well, Miss Maudie, of course." I tensed. Maudie? Love? Well, I guess I might be possibly able to love her a little bit, but that would just be too darn awkward. We had been friends for years! That's crazy. I suddenly had a vision of her and I getting married, having a child, her being Mrs. Atticus Finch…No. That would be just too awkward. A voice in my head was asking me, "Do you really think so? Would it really be that bad?" I turned that insane idea away. Absolutely not.
"Well, that probably will not happen. We're best friends! That would be like you and Dill Harris getting married or falling in love! It would be awkward, wouldn't it?" I expected this to be the end of it, but she made sure that it wasn't over.
"No! It would be wonderful! He already said he wants to marry me!" Well, how was I supposed to react to this? My little girl, six years old, getting married! That is even crazier than my previous idea!
"Good night, Scout."
"G'night, Atticus." I left her room. Well, that was awkward. Didn't see that coming. Alright. I guess I'll just go work on my novel. I'm writing a book on daily life in Maycomb County. It isn't that difficult, but it will be awkward if the citizens found it and read it. Anyway, I sat down and picked up my pen, but I just couldn't think straight. Before I knew it, I was asleep at my desk.