Little Houses:
Red grabbed a small carving knife and started carving through the wood. He smiled as it started to take form. This will be perfect for tomorrow's anger management class, tittle 'share your talents'. He wasn't sure if what he did was talent, he only knew that he did it for a long as he remembered. And Matilda was getting tired of him not bringing any poetry so he suspected she invented this class so he couldn't have an excuse. Clever, Matilda. Either way, he was terrible at poetry, which was more Bomb's area.
He blew the wood dust away and started carving some more. Maybe this had been a good idea.
OOO
This was a horrible idea.
He held the box tightly as Bomb finished his poem. It was better than others he had written. Red had the suspicion Bomb had even better ones at home, he just waited for the right moment. To his bigger surprise, Terence and Chuck sang a duet. In opera. He had heard them sing before, but apparently, he had not heard their true potential.
"Red?" Matilda called him.
"Um…"
Oh boy, he had not thought of this. His friends were better, way more talented than him. He just did crafts. He gulped and sighed. He handed the box to Matilda and looked away.
"You don't want to show it yourself?" Matilda.
"Yeah, I would, but my 'talent' doesn't require me wasting saliva."
Matilda growled, but quickly controlled herself. "Deep breath, deep breath, deep BREATH!" She sighed in relief when she felt her anger drift away. She opened the box and gasped in surprise. Red looked away. "Red, you made this?"
Red nodded.
"I didn't know you were interested in the art of crafts." She said as she pulled out an exact wooden replica of her house, tiny flowers and colors exactly. And a miniature version of her. There were also miniature versions of all of them.
"Is that supposed to be me?" Chuck said as he eyed a small figurine of himself. "I looked like a triangle."
"You are a triangle."
"That's rude, sir."
Red scratched the back of his head. "You guys can keep them, I can always make more."
"Do you use other kinds of materials?" Matilda asked.
"I usually just use wood and clay mainly, but I can work with other stuff."
Matilda nodded, but didn't push the subject and continued the class.
The next day, Red found a box full of new craft materials at his door step with a note on the side.
Use them well.
-Chuck, Matilda, Terrence, Bomb
He smiled. Never had anyone done something so touching for him. This were new materials and better ones than the ones he usually had. This were high quality. Good thing they took off the prices, because that would just ruin the enchantment for him.
Guys, I just want to say that I'm human as well. I wrote this in half an hour, that's why it's so short. And fanfiction is not everything in life. I just want to say that you can send requests, but please, you'll have to wait in my ten to fifteen one shot/chapters/updates list and not even all them will be published. I just want you to be patient with me.
