Author: Bernie
Pairing: Jeremy Roenick / Tony Amonte / Tracey Roenick
Rating: G this is when they were kids, maybe 11 or 12,
nothing squciky, just long time friends on the cusp of their lives changing.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
"Jay, what colour is the sun?"
"You're looking right at it, you tell me."
"You can't look at it. Dickhead. You'd go
blind."
"Well, fuck, white."
"It's not fucking white."
"How do you fucking know? You said you couldn't
look at it. If you look at the sun then you see a white glare and white spots
behind your eyes. So it's fucking white."
"Fuck off."
"What colour is it then genius?"
"Yellow."
"Fuck off. Butter is yellow, does the sun look
like butter?"
"So? Sunflowers, asshole are yellow. So, fuck
you."
"Yeah fuck you."
"Fuck you both."
"Promises promises Tracey." Tony snickers.
Tracey leans over her head, resting on Tony's shoulder
and cuffs him idly. But it is too hot to put much effort into it.
"The sun is orange. Now like, shut up, so I can
have a nap before I have to go back to the stables."
"So that's that smellÉ Ouch."
Tracey smiles without opening her eyes and rubs her
bare toes against the skin of Jeremy's thigh, which she had kicked.
They are almost but not quite to old to be lying like
this. This will certainly be the last summer they can do this without people
talking. In fact Tracey's mother already is. If she were home right now, which
Tracey is especially thankful she is not, she would rap on the kitchen window that
overlooked the yard and point at the three of them.
Jeremy is lying on his back with one arm under his
head, the other on his chest. Tony is an arm's length away laying exactly the
same way. Lying diagonally between them is Tracey, her head on Tony's shoulder
and her legs tangled up with Jeremy's.
"Someone has to stay awake to make sure we make
it to training." Tony says quietly when Jeremy's eyes close.
"Thanks for offering Tone."
"Yeah Tone, you're the best." Tracey laughs
and rolls against Jeremy.
"Jer, you dick, I had to stay awake last
time."
"Yeah but I'm already sleeping." Jeremy
refuses to open his eyes and smiles when Tony punches his shoulder.
Tracey makes an exasperated clicking noise with her
tongue when she rolls off Tony's shoulder and leans against Jeremy instead.
Tony rolls on his side and watches the two of them
sleep. He sets the alarm on his watch to go off in an hour. Edging a little
closer, he snakes his arm over Tracey's waist and onto Jeremy's hand still
lying on his chest.
End
