Fic: Surprises, PG
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tamingthemuseTitle: Surprises
Author: Zippit
Fandom: NASCAR
Series: A Thousand Tomorrows
Tomorrow: #356
Prompt: #38 - Abacus (3.2)
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 650
Completed: April 14, 2007
Disclaimer: Not real; don't know them, don't claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination.
Author’s Note: I'm not really happy with this. It feels incomplete.
Summary: On a day he hates, Dale gets a surprise.
Surprises
I ain’t one much for holidays especially not this one, not so close to another day I’d rather forget. It’s February and I’d rather just focus on the start of the season instead of the commotion of the holiday. It’s always a big deal for the women, need to get them this and that and it’s just so much wasted effort. Ain’t being together enough for them? Why does one commercialized holiday out of the many of the year have to mean so much?
I’m bitter and I know I sound it. I don’t expect much from this day, I have other things on my mind but since Brian came into my life, things have been…different. I’m not sure how. It’s nothing obvious, nothing that I can pinpoint exactly, just everything about my life and just everything around me is different. Honestly, it’s not much but he brightens me in some way.
It’s been two weeks of Speedweeks and the nonstop media circus is just gearing up to go. I hardly know what day it is other than what I need to be doing that day. Jade and Mike keep me sane. Martin keeps be smiling and laughing when all I really want is to curl up in Brian’s arms and pretend we’re back in North Carolina and it’s the offseason and all we have to worry about is what we need to eat for the next meal.
I’m tired as I get to my coach, smile and wave tiredly to Martin as he disappears into his coach parked next to mine. Step inside and blink in surprise as sitting in my direct eyesight is a small box. I glance around making sure I’m not going to be the victim of some prank. I’ve had it happen before; open the door and peer outside, looking across to Martin’s coach suspiciously. I don’t think he could have anything to do with this…but I can’t be sure.
Tug the door closed behind me and walk over to the box, picking it up from its place on the living room table. Turn it over in my hands, the box is covered in soft grey velvet. It looks and feels expensive. Flip open the lid and inside sits the oddest looking watch? I’ve ever seen.
It has a wristband like a watch and the face of a watch but no hands or numbers depicting the time. Just circular holes around and a ball that seems to roll between them? Tap the case and there’s nothing holding the ball in place. What the hell is this?
Tucked into the back of the box is a piece of paper, unfolding it I recognize Brian’s tidy scrawl.
Happy Valentines Day! I know you don’t like this holiday but I was hoping I could change that this year. Here’s my gift to you and don’t worry about getting me anything. Brightening your day is more than enough reward for me.
It’s a watch. An abacus watch. It’ll tell you the time within two minutes. Slip it on for me? I’ll see you as soon as the hoopla dies down.
~Brian
I’m stunned, completely stunned. I don’t know what to say or do. I feel like I need to get him something in return but what’s running through my mind foremost is that he’d even do something like this for me of all people. Me? I’ve played nice and treated the others I’ve dated to a wonderful Valentines Day but this is the first time someone’s thought of me first.
God…this day had slipped my mind. I vaguely remember knowing it’s the 14th but this gift brings it home. I slip the metal watch from the case and onto my right wrist. I don’t wear watches most of the time; it’s not me. It feels weird and it’ll take some getting used to but for Brian...I’ll wear it.
Author: Zippit
Fandom: NASCAR
Series: A Thousand Tomorrows
Tomorrow: #356
Prompt: #38 - Abacus (3.2)
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 650
Completed: April 14, 2007
Disclaimer: Not real; don't know them, don't claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination.
Author’s Note: I'm not really happy with this. It feels incomplete.
Summary: On a day he hates, Dale gets a surprise.
Surprises
I ain’t one much for holidays especially not this one, not so close to another day I’d rather forget. It’s February and I’d rather just focus on the start of the season instead of the commotion of the holiday. It’s always a big deal for the women, need to get them this and that and it’s just so much wasted effort. Ain’t being together enough for them? Why does one commercialized holiday out of the many of the year have to mean so much?
I’m bitter and I know I sound it. I don’t expect much from this day, I have other things on my mind but since Brian came into my life, things have been…different. I’m not sure how. It’s nothing obvious, nothing that I can pinpoint exactly, just everything about my life and just everything around me is different. Honestly, it’s not much but he brightens me in some way.
It’s been two weeks of Speedweeks and the nonstop media circus is just gearing up to go. I hardly know what day it is other than what I need to be doing that day. Jade and Mike keep me sane. Martin keeps be smiling and laughing when all I really want is to curl up in Brian’s arms and pretend we’re back in North Carolina and it’s the offseason and all we have to worry about is what we need to eat for the next meal.
I’m tired as I get to my coach, smile and wave tiredly to Martin as he disappears into his coach parked next to mine. Step inside and blink in surprise as sitting in my direct eyesight is a small box. I glance around making sure I’m not going to be the victim of some prank. I’ve had it happen before; open the door and peer outside, looking across to Martin’s coach suspiciously. I don’t think he could have anything to do with this…but I can’t be sure.
Tug the door closed behind me and walk over to the box, picking it up from its place on the living room table. Turn it over in my hands, the box is covered in soft grey velvet. It looks and feels expensive. Flip open the lid and inside sits the oddest looking watch? I’ve ever seen.
It has a wristband like a watch and the face of a watch but no hands or numbers depicting the time. Just circular holes around and a ball that seems to roll between them? Tap the case and there’s nothing holding the ball in place. What the hell is this?
Tucked into the back of the box is a piece of paper, unfolding it I recognize Brian’s tidy scrawl.
Happy Valentines Day! I know you don’t like this holiday but I was hoping I could change that this year. Here’s my gift to you and don’t worry about getting me anything. Brightening your day is more than enough reward for me.
It’s a watch. An abacus watch. It’ll tell you the time within two minutes. Slip it on for me? I’ll see you as soon as the hoopla dies down.
~Brian
I’m stunned, completely stunned. I don’t know what to say or do. I feel like I need to get him something in return but what’s running through my mind foremost is that he’d even do something like this for me of all people. Me? I’ve played nice and treated the others I’ve dated to a wonderful Valentines Day but this is the first time someone’s thought of me first.
God…this day had slipped my mind. I vaguely remember knowing it’s the 14th but this gift brings it home. I slip the metal watch from the case and onto my right wrist. I don’t wear watches most of the time; it’s not me. It feels weird and it’ll take some getting used to but for Brian...I’ll wear it.
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Date: 2007-04-15 05:56 pm (UTC)but this is the first time someone’s thought of me first.
Isn't that what we're all waiting for... the first time this happens. Hell, I'll have been married 10 years (this time, lol) in another 10 days, and I'm still waiting.
Sweet piece.
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Date: 2007-04-15 06:22 pm (UTC)Aww, I hope you get that day sometime soon.
:) Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2007-04-16 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-16 10:53 am (UTC)