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[January 11] Original - Cars
Title: Cars
Day/Prompt: January 11/So I got wasted like all my potential
Fandom: Original (Camaro-verse)
Character/Pairing: Liz, Julie
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 641
Summary: Follows Light in the Dark. Car ownership. Ish.
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Well, Julie had gotten them a car. Liz had to give her sister credit for that.
Most of a car. Most of a Camaro, of all things, and old enough that even Julie had winced a bit at the thought of getting certain parts.
Liz looked from the car, which was missing a headlight, missing two hubcaps, and leaking on a hastily-located tarp, to Julie. School had been over for nearly an hour and even the sounds of distant basketball had stopped drifting in the open door to the hall.
Julie was making a milk-carton apartment.
There were dozens of them, now, on shelves that Julie had found in their father's basement. Each student had made one, painted and furnished to some degree, though the actual lists of what they had were kept in their notebooks, along with their budgets. A few had old dollhouse furniture in them. Some of the students who'd resisted at first now had the most detailed little cartons.
It was nearly the end of the month. Soon it'd be time to mark them all as rent being due.
"I know this was my idea, but it's harder than I thought it'd be," Julie admitted as she looked from milk-carton to Liz. "And I've done the whole apartment thing enough times."
Liz laughed. "There's a reason I haven't done one."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Plans were ready for the next day, worksheets corrected and recorded, and for a long moment, Liz just enjoyed the relative quiet.
"There!" Julie got to her feet- she'd been sitting at one of the student desks -and took her apartment over to go with the others. "No car for me, though."
"You could always have a car," Liz said. "Pay for it, care for it... Tiny cardboard you just wouldn't be driving it."
She was the one driving Julie's car these days. It had made moving home quite a bit easier, though she'd need something of her own eventually.
She wouldn't have Julie at her side once the year was over, and honestly, most of the best ideas had come from Julie. Possibly all of them. She could teach them, but Julie was the one who kept the wheels turning.
If Julie could stay sober, then...
It would depend how the year went, Liz supposed. The school district liked having unpaid labor. A salary for Julie would... probably be out of the question. There would be new cars, apartments... Neither of them could keep intruding on their father forever, after all.
"Tomorrow I'll start working on a list for this thing." Julie gave the car a solid thump with the heel of one hand. It didn't run, which Liz suspected was the least of its problems. "I know it's a bit... less than you were expecting, but it was free and the school agreed to it. Anything else I was offered wasn't in good enough shape to even begin to let the kids work on."
Liz nodded. The car had been a hard sell to begin with and finding one that everyone had agreed on...
"Tomorrow, I'll start selling cars," Liz said with a smile. She had them already, picked up from a junk store for a dime each. Julie had sorted them into categories for costs the weekend before and put paint dots on the bottom of each one.
Liz really didn't know how she'd ever be doing this on her own. Julie was far too...
Yeah, that had really been it. A little too much potential, too many ideas and plans, too much going on and...
Channeling Julie's energy into something was the only thing keeping her from total destruction. Liz knew that, but she wasn't going to say it. And she'd do anything for Julie. She'd...
They'd keep each other going. The rest could be worried about when they got there.
Day/Prompt: January 11/So I got wasted like all my potential
Fandom: Original (Camaro-verse)
Character/Pairing: Liz, Julie
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 641
Summary: Follows Light in the Dark. Car ownership. Ish.
--
Well, Julie had gotten them a car. Liz had to give her sister credit for that.
Most of a car. Most of a Camaro, of all things, and old enough that even Julie had winced a bit at the thought of getting certain parts.
Liz looked from the car, which was missing a headlight, missing two hubcaps, and leaking on a hastily-located tarp, to Julie. School had been over for nearly an hour and even the sounds of distant basketball had stopped drifting in the open door to the hall.
Julie was making a milk-carton apartment.
There were dozens of them, now, on shelves that Julie had found in their father's basement. Each student had made one, painted and furnished to some degree, though the actual lists of what they had were kept in their notebooks, along with their budgets. A few had old dollhouse furniture in them. Some of the students who'd resisted at first now had the most detailed little cartons.
It was nearly the end of the month. Soon it'd be time to mark them all as rent being due.
"I know this was my idea, but it's harder than I thought it'd be," Julie admitted as she looked from milk-carton to Liz. "And I've done the whole apartment thing enough times."
Liz laughed. "There's a reason I haven't done one."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Plans were ready for the next day, worksheets corrected and recorded, and for a long moment, Liz just enjoyed the relative quiet.
"There!" Julie got to her feet- she'd been sitting at one of the student desks -and took her apartment over to go with the others. "No car for me, though."
"You could always have a car," Liz said. "Pay for it, care for it... Tiny cardboard you just wouldn't be driving it."
She was the one driving Julie's car these days. It had made moving home quite a bit easier, though she'd need something of her own eventually.
She wouldn't have Julie at her side once the year was over, and honestly, most of the best ideas had come from Julie. Possibly all of them. She could teach them, but Julie was the one who kept the wheels turning.
If Julie could stay sober, then...
It would depend how the year went, Liz supposed. The school district liked having unpaid labor. A salary for Julie would... probably be out of the question. There would be new cars, apartments... Neither of them could keep intruding on their father forever, after all.
"Tomorrow I'll start working on a list for this thing." Julie gave the car a solid thump with the heel of one hand. It didn't run, which Liz suspected was the least of its problems. "I know it's a bit... less than you were expecting, but it was free and the school agreed to it. Anything else I was offered wasn't in good enough shape to even begin to let the kids work on."
Liz nodded. The car had been a hard sell to begin with and finding one that everyone had agreed on...
"Tomorrow, I'll start selling cars," Liz said with a smile. She had them already, picked up from a junk store for a dime each. Julie had sorted them into categories for costs the weekend before and put paint dots on the bottom of each one.
Liz really didn't know how she'd ever be doing this on her own. Julie was far too...
Yeah, that had really been it. A little too much potential, too many ideas and plans, too much going on and...
Channeling Julie's energy into something was the only thing keeping her from total destruction. Liz knew that, but she wasn't going to say it. And she'd do anything for Julie. She'd...
They'd keep each other going. The rest could be worried about when they got there.