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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One of the better things about getting older including getting up earlier than most started to get easier again. Prickly still needed a cup of coffee to truly be awake, but he was up earlier than most of his neighbors, and that was a miracle, especially on a Saturday.
He drove his riding lawn mower, hoping that he’d get all the lawn work done before noon. He bought this house partially because of the lack of kids, but times like this he wished he could just pay one of the brats to do this for him.
“Hi Principal Prickly!”
He almost crashed straight into the fence from the surprise of the sudden voice. Instead, the mower came to a halt as he slammed on the break. Detweiler leaned over the nearby fence appearing unbothered by the incident he almost caused.
“Detweiler! What are you doing here?” Prickly almost shouted. “Shouldn’t you be at home, watching cartoons? Or with your friends instead of bothering me?”
“None of the good cartoons come on until 8. And me and my friends are kinda having a fight,” he said. “What are you doing?”
“Lawn work. Do you mind?” Prickly asked. He started going forward in the mower again. “I’m trying to get done before noon.”
“Can I help? I can help,” TJ offered. He climbed over the fence and walked alongside him. “I’m not doing anything today.”
“Why have you been so insistent on spending time with me?” Prickly asked. “Most kids don’t want to spend their free time with their principal.”
“I know, but you’re an alright guy, even if we disagree on some stuff,” he said. “So can I help?”
Prickly sighed; he knew this kid well enough to know he wasn’t going to leave at this point.
“Do you know how to trim hedges?” He asked.
“Yep! My dad taught me how to do all the yard work stuff,” said TJ.
“Great. The tools are in the shed over there. Go grab them and get to work.”
Prickly watched as he ran off towards the shed on the opposite end of the yard. He was hoping to be left alone, at least by the kid after what happened the previous week, but that wasn’t going to be the case, it seemed. At least the yard work would get done faster.
He continued mowing the lawn, periodically looking over and making sure the fourth grader didn’t accidently cut off one of his fingers with the shears. Expecting, at the least, for the hedges to be crooked and needing to be touched up later, he was surprised to see Detweiler trimming them all evenly.
He trimmed the edges of the lawn while the kid raked up and tossed the grass trimmings in the compost. At some point, he expected Detweiler to stop and whine about doing chores on a see morning, but it never came. Noon was still hours away by the time the two of them finished the main yard work.
“What we doing now?” TJ asked, joining him in front of a small flower garden.
“Pulling weeds. They’ve gotten pretty bad in the last two weeks,” said Prickly. He handed the fourth grader an extra pair of gloves that were sure to be too big for him, but it was better than nothing. “I can’t have them taking over the flowers.”
“What kind of flowers are these?”
“Marigolds. It’s my first time growing them,” he said. “Thought I’d try something new this year.”
“Are they hard to grow?”
“No, mostly not,” said Prickly. “You can mostly leave them alone.”
“Oh.”
They worked together, putting and removing the weeds that made themselves comfortable around the flowers. It was odd to see the kid be so quiet and calm both for this long and while being this close. Normally it would be because he was in trouble for some reason or another, ignoring what happened the last few days.
Detweiler yawned quite adorably if he had to say, probably tired from working this early in the day.
“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” Prickly asked.
“Mmm, no. I came over here without eating anything,” said TJ. “Why?”
“Let’s go inside, we’re finished.” Prickly moved to stand up, feeling his age with ever creak and pop of his bones. “You need to eat.”
“I’m fine, really—”
A look from the principal stopped the rest of what he was going to say. TJ followed him inside and into the kitchen. He yawned again once he was out of the hot sun. Tired, he didn’t pay much attention to exactly what Prickly was telling him to do, but a knife in one hand and half a vegetable in another could only mean so much, so he got to chopping. It was only when the small TV on the counter was turned on did his brain start to work again.
“What are we making?” He asked. “What kind of breakfast has vegetables?”
“A well-balanced one. We’re having omelets,” said Prickly. “With ham, onions, bell peppers, cherry tomatoes, and cheese. Is that a problem?”
As he places two pans on the stove, he waited for any form of protest from the boy. And for a second, it looked like it was going to happen, but I never came. Still, he wore a skeptical look on his face.
“It’ll be good, I promise. I wouldn’t eat it if it was bad,” he said. “Here, you can whisk the eggs while I cook what you chopped up.”
The kitchen was soon filled with the smell of cooking vegetables that reminded TJ of how hungry he was. He woke up hungry and skipped grabbing anything at home to come here. All that yard work only made him more hungry.
He watched as Prickly cooked, hoping that it would taste okay at least. The only vegetables he remembered eating at breakfast were potatoes; This was completely new to him.
Sitting at the kitchen table, a hot omelet sat in from of him, with a small bowl of fruit and a glass of orange juice. He nervously took a bite, ready to grab the juice to get rid of the taste of it if it was bad.
However, TJ was pleasantly surprised when it tasted far better than he expected.
“Hey, this is really good!” He said, taking another bite. He didn’t expect it to taste as good as it ended up being. Edible, sure, but this was delicious. Maybe he should eat more vegetable with breakfast? Though that sounded like such a grown up thing to do. Breakfast was for eating sugary cereal, hoping not to chew with the tooth that had a cavity.
After cleaning up, the two of them sat in the living room with the TV on, showing cartoons. TJ was a lot less surprised about Prickly watching Saturday cartoons than he would’ve been, if he didn’t learn that the guy was a giant nerd the other day. He might’ve missed a few of his favorites, but there was still plenty to watch. But having worked outside made it hard sto stay awake.
A few times he caught himself nodded off, and did his best to stay awake, but his exhaustion won out, and he fell asleep.
“Fell asleep faster than I thought he would,” Prickly mumbled. He yawned and stretched; all that yardwork tired him out, too, but he was an adult; he figured that as a kid, Detweiler would have more energy to spare. He certainly had plenty when he wanted to cause trouble at school. But everyone had their limits, he supposed.
After another cartoon or two, he could no long stay awake, and fell asleep as well.
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When Prickly woke up a few hours later, there was a weight on his chest. At some point, Detweiler had shifted to resting on his chest with an arm draped across him as he slumbered away. He wrapped his own arm across the boys back, keeping him still. As he absentmindedly rubbed small circles on his back, the fourth grader hummed in his sleep and snuggled in more.
There were a great number of reasons why he should stop, but he didn’t. They made it this far, and honestly, the spanking thing was far worse, so was this really that bad? Besides, the kid looked comfortable.
Maybe it was the noise from a particularly loud commercial, or the sounds of the rain falling outside (great, just great, right after he mowed the lawn, too), that woke Detweiler up, who knows? The fourth grader rubbed his eyes as he came to. He looked around, not at all upset at the position he ended up in.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” said TJ. “I probably missed all the good shows, huh?’
“Probably,” Prickly said. “We both did.”
“So what are we going to do now?” He asked. He shifted his position from laying to essentially straddling him.
“We?”
“Yeah. I mean, my parents usually just sit at the kitchen paying bills or whatever, but that’s boring. Can we go in your nerd room again? I kinda feel like reading comics all day, but I might just fall asleep again.”
Prickly watched and listened as he rambled on. Detweiler seemed to be blissfully unaware of the position the two of them were in, with his attention being pulled between talking and the TV in front of him. It didn’t help that he’d occasionally shift a bit, accidently grinding against him. Prickly gently gripped both sides of the boy, keeping him in place, though he was sure the kid wasn’t going anywhere.
“Do you even know what you’re doing, Detweiler?” He asked, stopping his rambling.
“You can call me by my name,” TJ said. “But yeah, I know.”
“It’s extremely inappropriate.”
“I know. You’d get in big trouble if anyone found out, but I won’t tell anyone.”
“I’m old.”
“You’re not that old, sir. Besides, I feel safe with you,” said TJ. “I’ll go if you want me to. But it’s been nice spending time with you.”
He sighed, not loosening on grip on the boys sides. The much smaller hands resting on his chest, the white noise of the rain outside, the low volume of the tv in front of them all made for a somewhat tense but still relaxed atmosphere.
Prickly moved one hand up the boys back and pulled him over, and pecked one of his chubby, freckled cheeks. TJs smaller hands moved up to his shoulders as he gently pushed.
“Hey,” he said, chuckling all the while. “Your mustache tickles!”
He pulled away to see the fourth grader smiling down at him.
“Do it again!”
And so he did, peppering his face with quick pecks and kisses, never daring to make contact with his lips. His light giggles, like a sirens call, stirred him on, until the boy decided to rest his head on his chest. With one arm wrapped around his waist, he kept the boy locked against him as they laid on the couch, letting the hours roll by.
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