This has to be the strangest one-shot I've ever written... I'm crazy,
eh? It got a lot of mixed reactions from my friends. I guess this is
slightly OOC, I'm not sure. AND, I still apologize for my other SoR
fic, I've got horrid writer's block.
Of space, marriage and love
(A one-shot)
. :: .
"I wanna go to the moon." Freddy Jones raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe not the moon per say, but somewhere out in space."
"Summer, what the hell are you talking about?" She sighed, tapping a picture of the solar system.
"I want to be the first woman on Mars... and watch your language."
"What happened to being the first chick president?" Summer shrugged.
"I can do both, I suppose. It'd be cool to be the first woman president, but, I mean space... It's so big... and so... empty."
"Yes, babe, I know." So engrossed, was Summer, that she failed to notice the nick name. She picked up her book and began pacing with it, muttering to herself. "Uh, Summer?"
"Pluto must be freezing! What, with temperatures like that!"
"People are staring at you." Summer froze, mid step, and glanced around the library. A few curious eyes peered at her over books. Freddy wrapped a sly arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
"Freddy!"
"What?" He mimicked her squeak. "Hey, when we get married, do you want to spend our honey moon on Mars?"
"Who says we're getting married, Jones?" He shrugged, studying the ceiling, his arm still wrapped around her waist.
"I figure once you get elected president, and then trained as an astronaut, we'll get hitched."
"You put it so eloquently, how can I refuse?"
"Good." And, in the library, with everyone watching, Freddy Jones kissed Summer Hathaway's lips. She stayed perched on his laps, the book resting on her knees for the remainder of study hall.
Of space, marriage and love
(A one-shot)
. :: .
"I wanna go to the moon." Freddy Jones raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe not the moon per say, but somewhere out in space."
"Summer, what the hell are you talking about?" She sighed, tapping a picture of the solar system.
"I want to be the first woman on Mars... and watch your language."
"What happened to being the first chick president?" Summer shrugged.
"I can do both, I suppose. It'd be cool to be the first woman president, but, I mean space... It's so big... and so... empty."
"Yes, babe, I know." So engrossed, was Summer, that she failed to notice the nick name. She picked up her book and began pacing with it, muttering to herself. "Uh, Summer?"
"Pluto must be freezing! What, with temperatures like that!"
"People are staring at you." Summer froze, mid step, and glanced around the library. A few curious eyes peered at her over books. Freddy wrapped a sly arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
"Freddy!"
"What?" He mimicked her squeak. "Hey, when we get married, do you want to spend our honey moon on Mars?"
"Who says we're getting married, Jones?" He shrugged, studying the ceiling, his arm still wrapped around her waist.
"I figure once you get elected president, and then trained as an astronaut, we'll get hitched."
"You put it so eloquently, how can I refuse?"
"Good." And, in the library, with everyone watching, Freddy Jones kissed Summer Hathaway's lips. She stayed perched on his laps, the book resting on her knees for the remainder of study hall.