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03:45pm 23/10/2004
 
mood: anxious
This sort of a flashback scene from a fic I’m working on, My first attempt at slash and I’m not sure if I’m any good at writing things from a guys perspective but I gave it my best shot, is it any good?
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Specs of Fate   
10:02pm 09/07/2004
 
mood: accomplished
music: shattered dreams, can't remember artist
The Specs of Fate
By: Honeybug
[Unknown LJ tag]
The Specs of Fate
“Your sure this is where you left your glasses?” Virgil asked, poking through the centers lost and found box.
“No but I can’ t think of anywhere else I could have left them.” Richie replied. “We already checked the gas station.
“Correction: I checked the gas station, you tried to keep your self from walking into a wall. Here they are.” Virgil held up the glasses then handed them to Richie who nearly dropped them before safely perching them on his nose.
“Whoa, let there be sight.” He said as everything stopped looking blurry.
“Man the way your always loosing those things you should have them surgically attached to your head.” Virgil complained.
“If I hadn’t lost my glasses, we would have never met.” Richie pointed out.
A grin spread over Virgil’s face. “Hey that’s right, it was here at the center too! Talk about deja vu.....”
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“Stupid Sharon, thinks she’s the boss of me...” Eight Year old Virgil Hawkins complained as he carried some gym equipment off the basketball court. Due to the AC being broken the Center was closed today so repairs could be made. Since the place had to be shut down anyway Mr. Hawkins had deemed that it be cleaned top to bottom and as he had to oversee the repairs on the air conditioner, he had left Virgil’s bossy older sister in charge. Their mother was a paramedic and was working today so Virgil couldn’t even run to her for a break. Not exactly how he wanted to spend one of the last few days of summer vacation.
Virgil dumped the sports equipment into it’s bin and looked up as the main door of the building opened then shut again. A tired looking red haired woman walked in leading a blond haired boy of about Virgil’s age. The boy was squinting and he kept stumbling. Virgil had seen him here a few times before but had never spoken to him.
“Who’s in charge here?” The woman asked.
“My dad but he’s busy.” Virgil replied.
Sharon strode into the room, hands on her hips, a self-important look on her face. “Virgil aren’t you done yet? Oh.” She looked surprised to see other people on the court. “The centers closed today.”
“I know but my son lost his glasses here yesterday, if you could show me where the lost and found is...”
“Oh sure. This way.” Sharon said.
“Richie, stay right here.” The woman said before following Sharon who informed her,
“My little brothers always loosing stuff.”
Virgil glared after her retreated back. “You have any sisters?” The boy shook his head. “Feel lucky. I’m Virgil, your names Richie?”
“Yeah.”
“You play basketball?”
“Yeah but I can’t see too good.” Richie said sullenly.
“Oh yeah, your mom said you lost your- wait a minute!” Virgil ran over to the bleachers and looked behind the first riser. “I thought I saw glasses back here earlier... are these them?” He held up a pair of child-sized specs.
“I don’t know...” Richie attempted to walk closer and promptly tripped over a baseball bat Virgil hadn’t gotten around to picking up yet. “Ugh, just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, the sky opened up and the Lord said ‘I hate you Richie!’”
“Huh?” Virgil said, walking over to him.
“It’s from ‘The Little Rascals’.” Richie said, climbing to his feet.
“Oh, these your glasses?” Virgil handed them over and Richie put them on.
“Yep.” Richie grinned at his now-clear vision.
“Neat, wanna shoot some hoops now?” Virgil asked hopefully.
“Yeah okay,” Richie replied enthusiastically.
Virgil grabbed a ball and ran down the court, attempting to dribble but the ball got away from him. He caught it again and threw it at the hoop, missed, and the ball bounced towards Richie.
“You going into third grade?” Virgil asked.
“Yeah, are you?” Richie tossed the ball and missed by about three miles.
“yeah, you call that a throw?” Virgil went after the ball, Richie followed him.
“The big kids usually hog all the courts so I don’t get to play.” Richie complained.
“Yeah same here but my dad sometimes lets me play after the center closes down at night.” Virgil threw the ball at the hoop again and this time it went in. “Yes!” Richie ran after the ball and tripped again, his glasses went flying just as the ball hit the bleachers, bounced back and landed on his glasses.
“Uh oh.” Virgil said.
“What?” Richie squinted. “Where are my glasses?”
“Over here but they’re cracked.”
“Oh man! My dads gonna get so mad!”
At that moment Mrs. Foley came back in followed by Sharon.
“Sorry we couldn’t find them-” Sharon said. “Hey wait, they found them.” She pointed at Virgil.
“Uh sorry but they’re broken.” Virgil glanced at Richie then said. “I accidentally stepped on them.”
“Ooh, Virgil!” Sharon scolded. “Just wait til I tell Daddy!”
Mrs. Foley just sighed. “Don’t worry about it, my health insurance covers it. Lets go home Richie.” Richie stood up, still squinting.
“See you around, Richie.” Virgil said.
“Okay, thanks.” He said as his mom led him out the door.
“What was he saying thanks for?” Sharon asked. “You broke his glasses.”
Virgil shrugged. “Maybe he didn’t like them?”
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“On second thought, don‘t get them surgically attached.” Virgil said. “Loosing them can only lead to good.”
“I think that was just a coincidence.” Richie stated.
Just then Sharon walked in. “Virgil, Daddy’s taking us to Burger fool for dinner. He said you could come too Richie.”
“See I told you Rich, specs of fate!” Virgil said with a grin.
Sharon blinked then walked out. “Why, why, why did I have to have a little brother?”</lj>		  
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So this is a live journal...   
09:26pm 07/05/2004
  Heh, and to think I thought that these were complicated, of course, considering that I signed up for this livejournal completely by accident (don't ask) I probably would find it complicated had I actually tried to get one. Ah well, thats my life, backwards and inside out.  
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