A/N: I KNOW! Please don't kill me! I've been sick, and lots of stuff has been going on. Anyway, three moths ago I FINALLY saw RENT! It was really awesome, but I wasn't too crazy about the cast. Besides Adam and Anthony, duh. I love the tune-up thing. "December 24th, 9 PM, Eastern Standard Time…" Now it's stuck in my head. On that note, here's a drabble I actually came up with about 30 seconds ago while typing the "December 24th" thing. THANK YOU, BRAIN!
I do not own. I will never own. If I did own, then all wars would end and I would get to make the writers of "Bones" give Booth his memory back. If he loses it forever, I will sue. If that was legal. But it's not. And I should be ranting about this in the "Bones" category, so I do not own.
"Happy birthday, Mark!" sang his mother.
"Thanks, Mom…" Mark eyed the package suspiciously. It was square. Square usually meant a box. A box usually meant empty because his father forgot that it was for him and sold it at a garage sale or something.
Of course he wasn't there. Never for the morning of his son's 13th birthday.
"Open it!" demanded Cindy.
Mark tentatively reached out and plucked a piece of tape from the wrapping.
Cindy just looked at him.
Mark glared at her, then tore the wrapping off.
It was a cardboard box. Mark grinned.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Mark, there's something in the box." Said Cindy with her head in her hands.
"I know, okay? I was joking."
Mark opened the box to reveal…
…a camera?
"Do you like it?" squealed his mother. "I thought it would help you express yourself!"
Of course.
"Yeah, thanks Mom!" Mark put on a fake smile and hugged his mother.
Later, he went up to his room with his new camera.
He looked at it. His mother had already set it up.
Mark got up and wandered around the house, filming nothing interesting, just doing something to keep him from dying of boredom. Stepping outside, he noticed the neighborhood bully, Rupert, in his front yard, blowing bubbles with his gum.
Suddenly, the gum popped all over Rupert's face, including his eyes and hair.
He blindly began to attempt to pull it off.
Mark had caught it all on tape. He grinned.
It was the start of a beautiful friendship.
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