Short Stories: Lockwood's Childhood

by Dakalu23385

A bunch of stories based on Lockwood and his childhood. It started off only about his coat, and how he came about it, but I got slightly OTT and left the realms of the coat and just went crazy. Rated T for later chapters on parents and how they "ended," or however you put it. (being edited)

1. Yes, Anthony

A/N: EEK, okay so I received a really nice comment from BookProtector, and then had this prolonged moment of feeling terrible for abandoning my commitment to fanfiction, and then read through the story to refresh my memory. Upon reading the story over, i cringed dramatically as I saw my wrong usage of there/their/they're and here/hear, and typos. I'm updating the chapters, and HOPEFULLY am about to write a new chapter, if I can think of something interesting and cool to write about XD

Yes, Anthony?

Lockwood: 6 years old:

I watched my dad. He was playing piano in that great big jacket of his. The sleeves were rolled up, but they kept on getting in the way, and they stopped him from playing as well as he could.

"Dad?" My dad paused and turned around.

"Yes, Anthony?" I looked at him with my slightly too large eyes and thought on how I could word the sentence. So, then I asked,

"Why do you wear that big, old, smelly coat? It's all long and it gets in the way, Dad!" My dad laughed,

"Because, Anthony, it was your grandfather's, my father's, and it's my way of remembering that he's always nearby, even if I can't see him." I nod, and then,

"Can I have your big coat when I'm older? Maybe when I'm 18? That's a really big age!" My dad thought for a moment,

"Yes, Anthony, that is a really big age, but the point is that when I'm gone you can have the coat. It's to remember me. Besides, I need the coat now!" I nod, that made sense, but-

"Dad?"

"Yes, Anthony?" he replied in a slightly exasperated tone that was undetectable to my six year old ears, so I continued,

"You won't go though dad? Will you? You'll always be there, right?" My dad smiled,

"Yes, Anthony."

oOo

Later that day...

"Mum?" my mum turned around from the stove. She was preparing dinner for us.

"Yes dear?"

"Dad says that he wears his big coat to remember his daddy. What do you have to remember your daddy?" my mum considered that for a moment,

"I have a necklace. My dad gave it to me when I was little."

"Can I see it?" my mum nodded and took out a beautiful, intricate necklace. I gasped,

"It's pretty!" she nods and is about to turn around again when I ask,

"What about your mummy? Do you remember her too?" my mum considered that too, before replying,

"I have this house."

"Can I have this house when I'm older? Maybe 17? Or 18? That's a good age!" my mum smiled,

"I'll need this house when you're 18, silly!" then she turns around for real and starts cooking again.

oOo

It was only when I was 10 that I realised I might be getting these mementos earlier than I expected.