[Drabbles] Second batch of 10!

Drabbles: Batch #2

1.	Prompt: Bus fic ....but from that pic of them sleeping on the bus when they were younger Author(s): kiri_no_yami Rating: G Notes: fluffy lil' drabble Drabble: Katy watched her boyfriend’s chest rise and fall steadily, her eyes clouded with a light fog, head still spinning from the heavy slumber she’d been in not seconds ago. She could feel the bump of the bus moving, and quickly remembered that they were on a road trip with friends. Aw, darn it. They were going to be the subject of so many teasing comments after this, having fallen asleep on top of each other almost immediately after they had piled onto the bus. “You lovebirds!” “Get a room!” Katy could imagine the taunts already. Still, she made no move to change the position they were in, her head on Kris’ shoulder, and Kris using her as a makeshift pillow in return. From the place she was in right now, his stubble tickled her forehead just ever so slightly, and she could smell the lightest whiff of cologne. Katy couldn’t help but think that Kris looked so innocent and peaceful as he was right now, breathing steadily, untroubled by all the pressure from his peers and parents. Light shining through the window highlighting his chocolate brown hair, making it turn close to blonde. The irrational urge to quietly get a camera from somewhere and capture this moment for eternity overwhelmed Katy for a second, the same second she could feel her heart swell up and pound until she was dizzy with the realization that this beautiful man in front of her was her boyfriend. The universe must be in her favour or something. Even with butterflies in her stomach, and her unbelievable clumsiness every time she was so much as within a five-meter radius of Kristopher, she had still ended up with him. There was nothing more she could possibly ask for. Except… “Kris, wake up! You’re drooling on me!”
2.	Prompt: At the first day of shooting The Truth video Author: lithoboly Rating: PG Drabble: All this crazy stuff all round him. Cameras, mirrors, lights (even though it was as bright as heaven at the moment, what did they need extra lights for?), people rushing up to dab off the sweat from his face, to daub on a bit more makeup where his perspiration had washed it off. Wearing a jacket in something like 100+ heat, and the lights, and the cameras, and all this business. How come all this was necessary, for him to do what he needed to do? It was fun and all. Except for the fact that he needed to pee, and he was sweating buckets, despite the best efforts of the makeup people. He was bone-tired, and weary in his soul. At some point, he looked up at the blinding sky, and silently asked, Was this really how it was supposed to be. When no answer came to him, he shrugged off his jacket in a moment of reprieve. And saw, coming toward him.... White-blond hair like desert sand, done up in a blessedly artless pony-tail. Pale face, a face so pale, as though in defiance of the sun burning down upon them all. Defiant green eyes nearing him, but a soft smile below that steady gaze, the little figure held out a bottle of water to him, like an angel from Revelation. He didn't say a word, just took the bottle from her, and drank deep. And when he was done, he stole his arm around her tiny waist, leaned close, and murmured something against her petal cheek that wasn't even quite words. But the bright hot expression in her oasis-green eyes told him that she understood, all the same. "You stink." "What? My B.O? Or my acting?" "I'll leave that for you to decide." But she said it with that oasis smile, and well. Never mind. He was a fool to have ever complained, about anything. He had everything that any man born in sin could ever dream about. He'd do penance later, for his woeful lack of gratitude. And when he was done, he will tear that pony-tail band from her hair and put it on his wrist, before he did other things that reassured him that he was the luckiest man alive. Later, a thunderstorm. In the middle of the desert. God kept his eye on you, always. Let it rain.
13.	Prompt: Road trip Author: lithoboly Rating: G Author note: somewhat moody. Drabble: When it was Kris's turn to drive that afternoon, Katy sat up front to keep him company, so that he wouldn't grow bored from having no one to amuse him. It had been a long day of hiking, and Cale and Kate were sacked out in the back, heads together, Cale's big hand on Kate's knee. Kris had turned off the stereo when he realized that the others were asleep, and instead he’d hum to himself some songs he'd been working on before they left, or, in a hushed voice, point things out to Katy now and again, such as the big hawk floating in the sky, or the unidentifiable critter that scurried into a gulch along the desert highway. She hadn't realized she'd dozed off too, until she found herself opening her eyes sometime later to a tawny desert sunset, where purple shadows yawned across the road from the nearby mountains. The falling gloam seemed to adorn her husband's profile with a peculiar aspect: not quite brooding, it was nevertheless struck with a strange stillness, like the desert vista itself. The sigh she inadvertently released made him suddenly stir out of his reverie; and as he turned to her right then, his face took on its old familiar expression, one of faint amusement, and quiet good will. Without a word he reached his hand out to her, and she took it. A few minutes later, she heard the murmuring of the others as they woke up, right when the last sliver of the sun edged down behind the horizon. Later, she'd wonder why watching Kris in that particular moment had made her feel such unaccountable longing. She reckoned, in the end, that it was because she had caught a glimpse of his most private self, the him in him that belonged to him only, and had no name.
15.	Prompt: Kris and Katy angsty encounter at their high school lockers Author(s): yuppielawyer Rating: PG Drabble: “Oh, hey,” Kris said. Even after all this time, he still found himself caught off guard when he would see her at his locker. Her locker. Their lockers. Whatever. The way she looked at him, though, you would think he had just dumped her five seconds ago, not two weeks ago. “Hey,” she finally replied, then looked down at her shoes. Her shoes were the green ballet shoes she always wore when she wore that top she had on today. The one with the flower-things on it. He recognized that little scuff mark on the left shoe. He remembered staring at that scuff mark for what seemed like an eternity that time when his mom yelled at him and Katy after she caught them making out in his room. He remembered the way Katy looked at him with that devilish look in her eyes when he had finally looked up from her shoes. He had to hold in his laugh so his mom wouldn’t get even madder. He shook off the memory, and finally looked back up at her face, and the way she looked at him now, well, it wasn’t devilish. He couldn’t really tell what it was. Maybe she wanted him to say something, or maybe she wanted to say something to him. Her eyes didn’t look the same, though. Not like they used to always look when they saw each other at their lockers before. “I’m gonna be late for class,” Katy finally said. He opened his mouth to ask her what class, but she had already turned around and started her way down the hall.
26.	Prompt: Kris and Katy endure their first earthquake. Author(s): ficdirectory Rating: PG Drabble: Kris was sitting on the couch in his LA apartment when the ground started to shake under him. It only took a split second for him to hear Adam's voice, back when they roomed together on Idol: "Don't stand in a doorway. That's a myth. The best thing you can do is get down, take cover and hold on." "Katy!" Kris called. "Get down! Get down where you are, underneath something and hold onto it! Do you hear me?!" And just like that, he heard her voice, thin and panicked from somewhere else inside the apartment. "Kris! I don't want to be alone!" But Kris just closed his eyes. He felt dizzy. This wasn't anything like what he thought an earthquake would be. Him barricaded underneath their kitchen table. Katy, somewhere else. Maybe under a bed, or the computer desk. "Kris!" "Stay where you are," he insisted, as things crashed around him. The coffee pot fell off the counter and shattered. Dishes in the sink rattled, and Kris prayed that none of the dishes in the cupboard would fall and break. And then, just like that, it was over. He heard footsteps thundering toward him, and Kris stayed curled beneath the table, not entirely convinced that the earth had stopped moving beneath him. Katy crawled in beside him. Both of them shook as they held onto each other. "A picture fell off the wall..." Katy offered breathlessly. "It's okay. Are you okay?" he asked. "That disgusting one of us in high school. I don't even know why we still have it," she rambled. "I like that picture," Kris objected weakly, pulling out his phone and calling Adam. -- "Hey. Are you okay?" Kris asked. "Yeah. Why?" Adam wondered, perplexed. Kris was silent for a second. "Are you kidding? My life just flashed before my eyes and you don't have a clue why I'd be asking if you were okay?" "Aw..." Adam said, voice full of sympathy. "You were scared of the earthquake? That was just a little one. Are you okay?" Katy grabbed the phone from Kris before he had the chance to respond. "That? Was the longest twenty seconds of my life! I may never set foot outside again!" "Oh, you two..." Adam said sadly, with a smile evident in his voice. "It's really going to be fine, okay? I promise. I've lived here all my life. That wasn't bad. Just be prepared for aftershocks, so they don't sneak up on you," he advised. Katy stared at Kris with wide, alarmed eyes. "I think this is a perfect place to hide out for a while," Kris said to the floor. "No, honey, the bedroom's better! I read somewhere that if you're already in bed, to stay there, and just cover up with blankets and pillows," she offered Kris a shaky smile. "Sorry, Adam. We gotta go...move to a secure location. Wait out the aftershocks," Kris mumbled hurriedly. "Yeah, I heard all about your secure location," Adam laughed. "Don't be afraid, okay? And if you need to call, call. I'll always get back to you." "All right," Kris answered, hanging up quickly, to follow Katy into their bedroom. Kris stepped carefully around the broken glass of the photo of them, years younger and without a care in the world. He joined Katy in bed, wrapping his arms around her. "I hated being alone," Katy whispered, shedding a few tears in spite of her best efforts to keep herself together. "You're not," Kris reassured her. "You got me. Always." Glancing out the window at the blackness of night, Kris shuddered at the memory of the shaking ground. Then he held Katy tighter. California was turning out to be one freaky place. It'd be better just to stay inside forever. He stared at Katy under the blankets, breathing in the scent of her. Then again, why would he want to go anywhere at all? This was perfect.
27.	Prompt: A strange conversation in a public place. Author(s): mabe85 Rating: PG Notes: Totally ripped off the second question from an actual interview. Includes a referrence to Kris' craziest fan encounter, where a lady put her tongue in his mouth. Drabble: He likes it when she's being sarcastic. It doesn't happen very often; usually when she feels comfortable and at home. Like now, for example. Because there's where they are. Home. Arkansas. She's accompanying him to a radio station. They don't usually agree to this. Then again, it's home, friends and everything familiar. So when the DJs ask if they can interview them together, Katy looks at Kris, who shrugs and nods his head. "Yeah, sure," he mumbles. Katy puts her headphones on and waits for her cue. It's not long before she hears Kris' voice ringing in her ears. "And she was there!" So there it is; her cue. "She thought it was funny, though. She couldn't stop cracking up," he continues between giggles. "So Katy," one of the DJs says. "There he was. I mean, him, the American Idol..." And here, Kris chuckles because one and a half years and a season later, they--well, some of them, anyway--still call him that. "...You seriously weren't angry at all? I mean, this woman basically made out with your husband, for God's sake!" The DJs laugh. Katy hums. "Well, I was a bit upset," she says then. "But then I saw her. That's when I cracked up." This time, Kris laughs along with the DJs. Katy faces him and grins. When the laughter dims, the other DJ turns to her. "Since we seem to be on the topic," she says, before adding, "of you." She pauses again, giggling. "Have you ever wakened up one morning and this hit you: 'Wow! I just slept with an American Idol!'" Kris lets out a nervous chuckle. He's leaning forward too, as if he's about to say something, but Katy cuts him off. "No," she deadpans. "I think he's the one who says that every morning." The DJs are amused. Kris snorts. "But it's true, you know, in a way," he mutters. "She's the First Lady of American Idol." As Katy scoffs, the first DJ comments, "But then, it's no longer accurate, isn't it? You're no longer the First Lady." He looks at her and asks, "How do you feel about that?" Katy smirks. "Yeah," she says. "Is Lee single, by the way?" When Kris bursts out laughing, he almost falls from his chair.
29.	Prompt: Katy reacts to Kris killing a ladybug, her favorite animal. Author(s): mabe85 Rating: PG Drabble: It's Cale who tells her the whole story. The three of them are now standing on the sidewalk, since Cale just can't wait until they arrive at Starbucks, get their coffee and sit down at one of those little round tables to let Katy know what has happened. When Cale's finished, Katy slowly turns from him and stares at Kris. He can't even look at her in the eyes. "Really, now?" she drawls; lazy, yet sharp. Kris heaves a sigh. He throws a glare at Cale, who's hiding behind Katy (If you can call standing behind her "Hiding") with a hand over his mouth, trying to stop his giggles. It doesn't work. "I-" Kris starts. "I didn't mean to." He pauses there, pointing at Cale all the while. "Cale told everyone he found a ladybug, and I thought of you." Katy blinks. "Oh, is that so?" Cale mutters under his breath, "Dude!" Kris ignores him. "Well, yeah!" he says. "I put it on my microphone because I wanted to sing to you. I mean, you love ladybugs! It's like a symbol! For you!" "A symbol," she says. "Which you stomped to death!" "It was an accident!" Cale doesn't even try to hide his laughter anymore. Kris rolls his eyes at him, unamused. But when he returns to Katy's face, the left end of her lips turns upwards. So he chuckles. "Hey, but, you know what?" he tells her then, stepping closer before slipping his arms around her waist. Katy looks at him as she runs her hands over his shoulders. "I'll never crush my Katybug," Kris breathes. When they kiss, he can feel the smile across her lips. Or maybe its coming from him; he's not so sure anymore. She's just too familiar not to be a part of his being. Meanwhile, Cale is teasing. "Hey, get a room!" Finally he's good for something.
31.	Prompt: she's a burglar, he's a cop, they meet and ~sparks fly~ when she outsmarts him. Author(s): kiri_no_yami Rating: PG-13 (One swear word!!!) Notes: Just to help out the hostage situation. Drabble: Kris’ left eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He had definitely not expected to find himself in this situation when he’d signed up to guard a private French painting. How he wished he didn’t need the overtime money so badly. No matter how desperately he wanted justice to prevail, etc. etc. it really wasn’t worth risking his life. Or his dignity. Because seriously, the irony of being handcuffed to the heater by his own handcuffs was not lost on him. And even if he was fairly young among the police ranks, he was still considered a very efficient officer. In fact, Kris wouldn’t be surprised to hear he was getting promoted one of these days. So how was it that he found himself face to face with a burglar, with no way of making an arrest? All he could do was stare, tongue-tied in alarm, pride dying slowly in his chest, as the slender young woman who’d single-handedly out-smarted three cops flaunted the painting in front of his face. “Isn’t it a beauty?” Her hair was straight and long, the colour of sparkling gold, and her eyes, they were like fine brandy, but spoke of sadness, mystery and a story untold. So yes, definitely a beauty. But Kris couldn’t afford to be distracted at the moment. “Perhaps. But would you care to enlighten me? It isn’t particularly expensive, so why’d you go to all this trouble, not only to steal it, but to tip the police off as well?” Kris prompted. He had to try to keep the culprit here as long as possible, and though his conversation skills were not the best, when he was focused on delaying a criminal (albeit a really gorgeous one) instead of being self-conscious, he did tend to stutter less. “Maybe I was interested in meeting a particular officer Allen in person?” Kris’ eyes widened in alarm. How in the world did she know his name? “Oh, don’t act all surprised.” She said, slinking closer to him in one fluid motion. Kris could probably attempt to punch her, but he didn’t want to risk missing, so he waited for her to slide a little closer, all the while keeping his eyes trained straight at her face. He wasn’t going to give away the fact that he’d just noticed the handle of a gun sticking out of the pocket of her pants. His dignity might be salvageable yet. “Well, since we’ve gone from talking about the painting to introducing ourselves now - care to give me your name?” “Katy O’Connell.” Probably fake. “And I’m sure plenty of women have told you this before, but you’re a really attractive man, Kristopher.” She had a hand on his chest and another tilting his chin to look into her eyes. Her lips were tilted upwards in what could only be described as a sexy smirk. Kris inhaled, counted to three, then in one smooth movement, grabbed the gun and pointed it to Katy’s temple. “Don’t move.” Katy’s smirk didn’t even falter as she took three steps back, out of Kris’ reach. Kris still had the gun though, and he definitely knew how to use it. She picked up the painting. “DON’T MOVE.” Kris repeated. It didn’t look like it had any effect. “You wouldn’t shoot me now, would you, Kris? No.” Katy's voice was a whisper, “You can’t shoot me.” The certainty in her voice made Kris flinch. Just like that she was out the door, and Kris could hear her footsteps growing steadily fainter. “Fuck!” He’d just let a burglar walk out from right under his nose, damn it. He was really going to get it from his higher-ups later, especially since he’d have to explain the unregistered gun in his hand. Katy poked her head back into the room, “It’s not like you to swear, Kris. Oh, don’t look at me like that, I’ll be gone in a sec. I just realized that I forgot to tell you I’m definitely interested. You’ll be seeing more of me soon enough, honey bunch.” She gave him a little air kiss that made Kris sick to the stomach. “Oh, and for the record, the gun’s not loaded.”
32.	Prompt: Kris serenades Katy. Author(s): vanya_elda Rating: G Drabble: Awkward silence fell on the room after Daniel excused himself to the restroom. Kris and Katy sat cattycorner to each other at the kitchen table as they worked on homework. Kris was home from UCA for Thanksgiving and had plenty of stuff he had to do, but didn’t really want to. He’d been quietly sighing at the economics homework all afternoon while Dan and Katy worked on whatever from high school. It still felt weird to have her there. Yes, she was Dan’s best friend, but also Kris’s ex-girlfriend, which just made things feel complicated. Kris had tried a half-a-dozen times to say something to her, but nothing was coming to him. It didn’t make him nervous, he just felt…weird. Kris sat back in his chair and quietly thumped his pencil against his notebook to some beat that was stuck in his mind. Music always had a way of doing that – entrancing him with the rhythm instead of the melody. He just stared blankly at the table, still at a loss for what to say, if anything, to Katy and still not wanting to do his homework. After a few moments of his impromptu drum solo, Katy glanced up and met his placid gaze. “So, what’s been up with you?” she said, never one to shy away from breaking the ice. Kris’s eyes widened a little and he stopped thumping his pencil. “Uh,” he started as he grasped upon her question, “school?” Katy gave him a small smile. “I was talking about outside of school.” “Oh,” Kris said, suddenly lost in thought. “Nothing, really.” “So, you don’t play anymore?” Kris’s face screwed up. “Huh?” “I meant your guitar.” Squirming a little in his seat, Kris wanted to lie and say that there was nothing, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. He scrubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been playing some, yeah.” Her smile broadened to one of admiration. “Good. I was hoping you wouldn’t give it up.” Kris gave her a skeptical look. Why would she care what he was doing? He rubbed his lips together before sitting up. “What about you, still acting?” Katy sighed, sounding defeated. “Oh, you know, just school stuff.” “Right.” The awkward silence returned. Kris was confused when he found himself keenly interested in what else she had to say. “Maybe we should take a break,” he suggested. “Maybe…you should play me something on that guitar,” Katy shot back with a sugary-sweet grin. Kris turned pink. “I don’t know. I’m not that good…” he said uneasily. Katy huffed lightly with a pout. “It’s just us. And I’m not gonna laugh.” Dang it, the pout. The pout always got him. “All right…” he conceded and pushed away from the table to go get his guitar. Katy’s eyes were dancing with excitement when he returned and he could tell she was trying to contain herself. Geez. He hoped she wasn’t expecting something amazing. “I just play when I’m around the guys,” he said lamely. Katy crossed her hands and grinned. “That’s fine. Just imagine I’m one of them.” She struck her best stank face, which made Kris snicker and feel relaxed. “What do you wanna hear?” Katy thought hard before she shrugged. “You know I’m a Top 40, girl,” she offered. Kris pondered that for a moment, “Okay, I’ve got it.” He lightly strummed the strings. Katy scooted her chair closer, a look of anticipation on her face. “A,B,C,D,E,F,G--”he started melodically before he had to stop and laugh because she was pouting at him, again. “He knows N SYNC. Make him play that,” Daniel’s voice came from the hallway and Kris glared in his direction. Katy was staring at him expectantly when Kris turned back. “Okay, fine,” he grumbled. He took a heavy breath before strumming out something more tender-hearted than the ABC’s. He paused “And this has no bearing on the issues at hand, okay? It’s the only one I can think of at the moment.” Katy’s brow rose; Kris shook it off before he continued with the opening of the song. “Lying in your arms, so close together. Didn’t know just what I had…” By the time he made it to the chorus, Katy was grinning hard enough that he suspected she was trying to hold something back, but he didn’t know what. “I drive myself crazy wanting you the way that I do…”
34.	Prompt: Kiss in the rain Author(s): kiri_no_yami Rating: G? PG? There's a kiss, but that's it. Notes: Drabble: Katy tried to focus hard on instant messaging her friends, but it was beyond difficult, what with the sound of heavy raindrops on her windowsill and the knowledge of who was out there in that shower. She shook her head. There was no use pitying or feeling bad for Kris now of all times, when she'd made up her mind that getting back together with him would be foolish. If he could just dump her out of the blue like that once, what's to guarantee he wouldn't do it again? Katy didn't think she could take the pain a second time. KitKat: Sry, gtg Something must be wrong with her brain because she was charging down the stairs two at a time, even when her common sense screamed at her to just leave him alone. She couldn't think of Kris as a horrible jerk though, not before and not now. Sure he had his moments of random stupidity, but Katy couldn't deny that she was madly in love with him enough to overlook those things. The rain poured down and the instant she was out the door, she was soaking wet. Katy had been in such a rush that the thought of bringing an umbrella didn't even cross her mind. That was fine though, because she could share Kris'. The look he had on his face when she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist, making him wet as well, was priceless. It only took a split second for him to hug back. Through the plaid shirt, Katy could feel how cold Kris' skin was. Biting her lower lip, she looked into his brown eyes, "I accept your apology." "B-but I didn't even apologize yet." He let go of her and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "I had this whole speech figured out, but the gist of it is that I was stupid, selfish and I shouldn't have broken up with you. You're amazing Katy, a-and I understand if you want to just be friends, or if you think I-I'm a jerk or - " Katy cut off her boyfriend's rambling with a kiss. Wet, sloppy and perfect. Kris lost his grip on the umbrella and the wind blew it off to who-knows-where. Both teenagers were too distracted to care.
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