Adam (adams_ale) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-01-31 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2010, macy jones |
Who: Adam and open
What: Caught in a sticky situation
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: By the water
Rating: PG-13
It was Sunday afternoon, and Adam didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Sundays were the slowest and very mind-numbing. Sometimes he wished that his father was a religious man. That meant that they could go to church, giving him something to do. But alas, his father was not a worshipper. He was always logical and everything was backed up with plausible reasoning. So yeah, church was out of the question. Adam was stretched out in his living room while Barry Manilow was pervading the room. So. Boring. There was nothing to do.
The boy was so bored rigid that he even completed all of his homework, which was usually left off for Monday mornings. And even Barry Manilow wasn’t able to distract him.
Just then, his eyes flicked over to the table where his camera was. He seized the device, taking random and silly snapshots of himself, and in that instant, he decided to end this bore-fest and go take pictures. Adam snatched his jacket, yelled a quick goodbye to his father before propelling through the doors. Taking his bike, he rode en route for the water. There was this odd fascination the boy had with water. It was captivating and addictive. He didn’t remember when he discovered this appeal towards the water.
Upon arriving to the coast, he dropped his bike and immediately began to take pictures. For a better view, he vigilantly climbed a tree so he could receive a good sigh of the horizon. Photography was one of his healthier habits, along with filmography. Even when he was little, he was taking pictures of his action figures and Dad while he was cooking.
Adam unconsciously leaned forward, fully engrossed in what he was doing, teeth biting onto his lip and continued to stoop as if he was attempting to get closer to the horizon. And because he was being stupid, he tipped over from the branch, beginning to fall head first onto the ground. However, luckily or unfortunately, the branch somehow penetrated his jeans, and he was now hanging upside down. “Fuck,” he muttered, and looked around frantically and crying a little, “Help!”