Disclaimer (again): I STILL don't own any characters yadda yadda...
Hey, so if you're back for more that could mean good things right? Perhaps the chapter before enticed you to read more, and more and MORE! Well just to let you know, I feel very fuzzy and fluffy inside to know you like my crap. I LOVE YOU ALL!
*Chapter 2*
Pippin sat in his room, staring out the window into the back garden of his house. A storm was approaching so the air outside was humid and pressed down on everything, making it very still. He slumped down in the overstuffed chair by the window, while his thoughts plagued him. He had only been out in the orchard a few hours ago, having fun just spending time with Merry. He had tried to get more out of Pippin about the "girl" he liked, but had been unsuccessful. Pippin had gotten a little too defensive about details, so Merry dropped it seeing how his antagonism angered him. Shortly after they had eaten all the apples, Pippin had excused himself home- he had gotten too depressed being around Merry, as his secret bored into his mind. Merry had acted very concerned and a tad weirded out: "I have to go. It's getting late." Pippin plied nervously.
"What do you mean? Tis only mid-afternoon," Merry said sitting up.
"Yes, well I promised mother I'd be home," he said lying through his teeth.
"Since when do you promise your Mum you'd be home?"
"Since today, alright? Get off it- I'll see you tomorrow," he said leaving.
He had left Merry sitting under the tree wondering what the hell had happened. He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard the splatter of raindrops outside. Pippin looked up and saw it had started raining buckets. The weather seemed to match his mood, as the trees sighed and creaked under the blowing wind. Just then he heard a soft knocking at the door, and his mother entered. She carried a tray with a mug of tea and a few biscuits on it. "Hello sweets. Why're you home so early this afternoon?"
"Oh well, Merry had to go home, so I just decided to come home as well."
"Really? I just saw him go walking down the lane about a quarter of an hour ago. Pippin? Is there something wrong? Are you and Meriadoc in a fight?" she asked
Pippin felt his face grow warm. "No, I-I-I just didn't feel good. Too much sun- you know how I get." He smiled sheepishly. She paused in the door, as he held his breath. "Well alright, take some tea and maybe get a nap, okay?"
She closed the door, and he heard her walk down the hall. He slumped back down, and kept thinking. He was startled a while later, by a voice coming from the window- "Blow me off to come sit in your room, eh?"
Pippin jumped at the sound of Merry's voice, but was delighted to see him standing under the awning near his bedroom. He was damp from the steadily pouring rain, and his hair looked oh-so-adorable hanging in wet curls.
"Bloody hell what are you doing here? You scared the knickers off me."
"I thought your Mumsie wanted you home?"
"Yes well I am home, and I did what I needed to do."
"Come out then, there's mischief to cause."
"No," Pippin shook his head.
"Why not?"
"I don't feel good, and I don't feel like being saturated out in the rain thank you very much."
"Well, alright I guess. I'll come call on you tomorrow or something okay?"
"Okay, bye Merry."
He gave Pippin one more fleeting look before he went, looking truly disappointed. It melted Pip's heart to see Merry pout his bottom lip and wrinkle his nose as a final plea without words before he ducked down and jogged to the fence and hopped over. Pippin sighed and rubbed his temples and felt the sting of tears in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't keep blowing off his best friend like this, making excuses because he couldn't handle something. He sat debating with himself for another half an hour or so, and decided to tell someone about it- he was going to go visit his other cousin Frodo.
Hey, so if you're back for more that could mean good things right? Perhaps the chapter before enticed you to read more, and more and MORE! Well just to let you know, I feel very fuzzy and fluffy inside to know you like my crap. I LOVE YOU ALL!
*Chapter 2*
Pippin sat in his room, staring out the window into the back garden of his house. A storm was approaching so the air outside was humid and pressed down on everything, making it very still. He slumped down in the overstuffed chair by the window, while his thoughts plagued him. He had only been out in the orchard a few hours ago, having fun just spending time with Merry. He had tried to get more out of Pippin about the "girl" he liked, but had been unsuccessful. Pippin had gotten a little too defensive about details, so Merry dropped it seeing how his antagonism angered him. Shortly after they had eaten all the apples, Pippin had excused himself home- he had gotten too depressed being around Merry, as his secret bored into his mind. Merry had acted very concerned and a tad weirded out: "I have to go. It's getting late." Pippin plied nervously.
"What do you mean? Tis only mid-afternoon," Merry said sitting up.
"Yes, well I promised mother I'd be home," he said lying through his teeth.
"Since when do you promise your Mum you'd be home?"
"Since today, alright? Get off it- I'll see you tomorrow," he said leaving.
He had left Merry sitting under the tree wondering what the hell had happened. He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard the splatter of raindrops outside. Pippin looked up and saw it had started raining buckets. The weather seemed to match his mood, as the trees sighed and creaked under the blowing wind. Just then he heard a soft knocking at the door, and his mother entered. She carried a tray with a mug of tea and a few biscuits on it. "Hello sweets. Why're you home so early this afternoon?"
"Oh well, Merry had to go home, so I just decided to come home as well."
"Really? I just saw him go walking down the lane about a quarter of an hour ago. Pippin? Is there something wrong? Are you and Meriadoc in a fight?" she asked
Pippin felt his face grow warm. "No, I-I-I just didn't feel good. Too much sun- you know how I get." He smiled sheepishly. She paused in the door, as he held his breath. "Well alright, take some tea and maybe get a nap, okay?"
She closed the door, and he heard her walk down the hall. He slumped back down, and kept thinking. He was startled a while later, by a voice coming from the window- "Blow me off to come sit in your room, eh?"
Pippin jumped at the sound of Merry's voice, but was delighted to see him standing under the awning near his bedroom. He was damp from the steadily pouring rain, and his hair looked oh-so-adorable hanging in wet curls.
"Bloody hell what are you doing here? You scared the knickers off me."
"I thought your Mumsie wanted you home?"
"Yes well I am home, and I did what I needed to do."
"Come out then, there's mischief to cause."
"No," Pippin shook his head.
"Why not?"
"I don't feel good, and I don't feel like being saturated out in the rain thank you very much."
"Well, alright I guess. I'll come call on you tomorrow or something okay?"
"Okay, bye Merry."
He gave Pippin one more fleeting look before he went, looking truly disappointed. It melted Pip's heart to see Merry pout his bottom lip and wrinkle his nose as a final plea without words before he ducked down and jogged to the fence and hopped over. Pippin sighed and rubbed his temples and felt the sting of tears in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't keep blowing off his best friend like this, making excuses because he couldn't handle something. He sat debating with himself for another half an hour or so, and decided to tell someone about it- he was going to go visit his other cousin Frodo.