Hey again! I was going to post this sooner, but that wasn't that easy with my birthday happenings (Last Sunday, wOOt!) and school and all. I find this pretty long for a drabble, or at least, what a drabble's supposed to be, but 100 words? That's impossible, and at anyone who can do that, dude, teach me.
And a quick note to everyone-if you don't get it at first, you'll get it near the end, I'm sure.
Disclaimer: I do not own TDI.
It was a peaceful Sunday morning when Little Tom, the third and-eight years old-picked up his bike and headed two blocks down to the Mackenzie residence, his first stop at his paper route. He loved his job. His father had taught him everything he knew when he had passed down the role just six months before-how to toss the roll of newspaper across to their porch, or exactly how to ring the doorbell, exactly how to introduce himself as 'paperboy'. It all felt right to Tom.
But on this particular day? Not much so.
At the exact moment he reached for the bell, an elderly man's voice boomed out of nowhere. Tom swallowed. It was sort of like in that cartoon, he recalled, when the dog would bark at the cat…
"Quit yer yapping and go answer the shtinkin' door! And while yer at it, get me a soda, now won't ya?"
"Get yer own soda! God gave you legs! Now use 'em!"
The voices continued, louder.
"Now, princess, now's no time to-"
"Don't you 'princess' me! 'may have worked fifty years ago, or well, not even then, but if you say that one more time I will-"
It ended as Tom heard a loud thud hit the floor. He gaped and dropped their paper, praying they'd find it there later. His grandfather had told him stories about those two, back when them both had been teenagers. Reckless and touchy and unpredictable as ever.
Some things never change, he shook his head and sighed as he got back on his bike, starting the path uphill.
If anyone's wondering, the original Tom was featured in Courtney's audition tape. I think he was one of her classmates.
R&R guys! (: