wavingcat5 (wavingcat5) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2010-01-02 13:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: wavingcat5, gusmas 2009 |
The 37 Days of Gusmas
Title: Justin Gets SMART
Author: wavingcat5
Prompts: New Year's Day ; New Year's Eve; Silent Night
Notes: Pre-season 1. 5 drabbles. No beta, like all of them I've done so far - no time as the challenge is nearly over! It has been so much fun to be a part of this, both reading and writing. Thankyou so much to Xie and the others who made it happen, the other writers for that great feeling of having someone to play with, and those who read and encouraged me, a total fandom virgin. May this be your best year yet! Mwah, mwah, mwah ^__^~
Justin picked sleep from an eyelash as he shuffled into the living room.
‘You’re up early Mom.’
‘Well, I wanted to make a start on my New Year’s resolutions while no one was around.’
Jennifer shoved The Bathing Suit Workout under a cushion.
‘You know New Year’s resolutions don’t work,’ said Justin, pulling the book out again. He stretched his lower lip into a grimace as he looked at the muscular woman on the cover.
‘I remember a resolution you once made. You were ten.’ Jennifer reached out to stroke his hair. ‘You swore you’d make your bed every morning.’
‘Yeah, and that stuck for all of two days. A fairly typical result. See, resolutions are wishful thinking combined with an over-reliance on willpower, and thus are doomed to failure. You making pancakes?’
‘Once Molly and Dad get up. Happy New Year to you too, by the way!’
‘Happy New Year Mom.’ They kissed clumsily, unsure of cheeks, lips, and teenage self respect. Jennifer succeeded in snatching the book.
‘Rather than make resolutions,’ said Justin, wrinkling his brows at his mother, ‘you should be setting goals.’
‘Oh?’ Jennifer stroked her hopefully-someday-to-be-ripped abs. No point arguing.
‘And they need to be SMART’ he continued before pouring milk over his corn flakes. He swigged the rest from the carton.
‘Specific; Measurable; Achievable -’
‘Realistic, and Timely’ finished Jennifer. ‘You sound like the motivational speaker work sent me to that time.’
‘Well I did spend last night going over your notes.’
It would have been more comprehensible if Justin was on drugs or out shoplifting like other kids.
‘Justin, I can’t fathom why you would choose to stay home reading efficacy literature over coming with us to a New Year’s Eve party.’
‘I don’t like parties.’ Especially ‘with us.’
‘Anyway, I didn’t have a totally quiet night. I listened to my new Moby CD’ said Justin through a mouthful. He thought about the stuff he’d journalled when he had the house to himself the night before, the grand plans he’d made after all he’d read. It was more powerful to focus on only one goal. That suited Justin; there was only one thing he really wanted to do.
‘Have sex’, he’d scrawled. Then blacked it out. He needed a code. Let’s see. Having sex equals getting laid. Getting laid sounds like getting late. Invert late and you’re . . . on time.
Satisfied, he’d taken a clean sheet of paper and written in big, neat lettering ‘Goal For This Year: Be On Time.’ Now the sheet was tacked on the back of his bedroom door.
Jennifer gave up trying to preserve her dignity and opened her workout book. She got down on all fours and did a few tentative donkey kicks.
‘It’s okay Mom.’ Justin finished his last bite of cereal. ‘I’ll leave you in peace. I feel like going back to bed anyway.’
‘Be sure to spend some time visualising those goals sweetheart!’
‘That’s just what I was about to do.’