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Flashback to episode one when Treasure J entered and we were all like ‘woah look at them in their matching suits, all silent, looking like hired assassins ready to kill us all with their gazes’ and now we know they’re just cinnamon rolls, every single one.
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Author: Blue Glitter
Prompts: piano recital; truck, signal, wind direction; never again
Group: J
“I think children’s recitals must be the first level of hell,” Adam Gold whispered to the parent sitting next to him.
The women sniffed sharply, raising her eyes toward the ceiling. Well, then. That comment had been as well-received as he would have hoped. In truth, he’d only signed Bailey up for the piano recital because he had heard the instructor, Ms. Belle French, telling the mayor that she just needed one more student in her piano class to make the class profitable for the Storybrooke Rec Center. Belle was Storybrooke’s librarian, and he knew that wasn’t a lucrative position, so he could see why she was teaching music lessons in the evenings.
In truth, it was kind of relaxing to go to the lessons and sit in the back with the parents and listen to Belle as she played long pieces before class. But elementary-aged children were a bit less harmonious to listen to, and now he was at some random high school auditorium, watching a dozen children he didn’t know stomp onto the stage and perform. Some played the keys well, others cracked under stage fright. Bailey was one of the last to go, and Gold was getting antsy.
He saw Belle peek around the corner of the curtain on stage, catching his eye and waving to him. He smiled, glancing back down at his program. Indeed, he may have signed Bailey up to get a few more minutes with the sweet librarian.
This was a gathering of Belle’s piano students, Jefferson’s guitar students, and Mal’s wind instrument students. In his opinion, there were no child prodigies yet. Of course he was proud of Bailey for the skills he had learned on the piano, and when he eventually performed he felt his heart swell with love, but he couldn’t say he was disappointed when the teachers came out and took a bow, their students standing in an unorganized row behind them.
The children and their parents were standing around in the lobby eating cookies and drinking punch that was much too sweet, congratulating one another and posing for photos that would end up in scrapbooks. “You did good, son,” he said to Bailey, and his boy smiled up at him.
“Can I go home with Emma?” he asked, cookie crumbs on his face.
Gold wiped at his son’s mouth with a napkin. “Did her parents say you could?” he asked, glancing over at the Nolan’s. Emma was one of Bailey’s best little friends from school.
“Emma!” Bailey called over to them. “Did your parents say yes?”
Mrs. Nolan laughed and guided Emma towards them. “Yes, Bailey, if your father says it’s alright, we’d love to have you for dinner.”
“Certainly,” Mr. Gold said, as the two children cheered and ran towards the door, eager to escape this semi-formal setting and play together. “Thank you.”
“Our pleasure,” Mrs. Nolan said, nodding towards her husband. “We’ll have him call when he’s ready to be picked up.”
“I imagine that’ll be hours from now,” he said, and Mrs. Nolan smiled.
“They’d play together 24/7 if we let them,” she said. “Well, we’d best be going before they try and drive the car themselves.”
“Good luck,” he said, waving goodbye to Bailey and realizing the lobby was beginning to empty out.
He had no reason to stay now, but he spent a good ten minutes looking around for a bathroom to use before he left. These things should really be labelled more clearly. When he returned to the lobby, nobody was there but Belle.
“Mr. Gold!” she said, spinning around when she heard him open the door.
“Belle?”
“I’m so glad I’m not the last one here,” she said.
“Something wrong?” he asked, noticing that she looked a bit panicked.
“My car’s got a flat tire,” she said. “I noticed it when I was loading the keyboard into my trunk.”
The gears in his brain began to spin. “So you need me to… change it?”
Surely it wouldn’t be too hard to change a tire. It was an inherent thing all men knew how to do, right? No, he had never done it before, but if all else failed, he could look it up on YouTube and all that would be diminished was Belle’s idea of him in her mind, not that he expected she had much of one.
She sighed, shaking her head. “No. I’m never letting Billy touch my car again. I think they took it out last time it was in the shop and it never got put back in.”
Gold nodded, looking out at his car in the parking lot. “I can drive you home,” he said, surprising himself with the words that come out of his mouth.
“Really? I was just going to ask if you’d stay until Ruby got here with her spare,” she said. “Empty schools freak me out.”
“No, it looks like it’s going to rain,” Gold replied. “Your car can wait here until tomorrow when it’s sunny. I can drive you home now.”
He wasn’t sure where this certainty was coming from. Maybe it was the adrenaline from being alone with Belle for so long.
She smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Gold.”
“Adam,” he said quickly. “That’s my first name.”
Her smile widened. “Well then, Adam, I’ll call Ruby and let her know I’ve found a ride.”
He followed her to her car and helped her move the keyboard from her trunk to his, and once they were settled and on their way out, Belle glanced at the back seat. “I probably should have asked where Bailey was a while ago,” she said.
“With Emma Nolan,” Gold explained.
“Ah, those two are inseparable,” she said fondly.
“Yes,” he said. He turned the radio up, hoping to avoid awkward silence as his mind raced through a million things he wanted to say but wouldn’t, but Belle kept talking.
“Do you remember what it was like all those years ago, when all that mattered was your friends and your pretend worlds, and you had no money problems or responsibilities?” she asked, leaning her head back.
He smirked. “No.”
She laughed. “Oh, come on, Adam, certainly you’ve got childhood memories.”
“I’m much older than you, dear,” he said softly, hitting his turn signal. He couldn’t decide if he was sad or happy that this was only a short ride.
Belle made a tutting sound. “Hardly. And everyone’s got childhood memories.”
He glanced over at her, seeing her raise an eyebrow at him.
“Fair enough,” he said. “I suppose after I was adopted, my childhood was rather carefree.”
“I didn’t know you were adopted,” she said, and he could hear the careful tone in her voice.
Gold shrugged. “Not many do.”
“Well,” Belle said. “I apologize for dredging up dark family secrets.”
He chuckled. “It’s alright. It’s nice to tell people things sometimes.”
“I agree. Sometimes.” They both laughed, passing the sign welcoming them to Storybrooke.
“You know,” Belle said after a beat of silence, and he could tell she had an idea. “I heard you’re free tonight.”
“You’d be correct,” he said, feeling his heart speed up in his chest.
“There is a little diner on Main Street that I like,” she said, and he could hear the playful note in her voice. “I can give you directions if you need them.”
He smiled. “I think I know where Granny’s is, Belle.”
“Dinner it is,” she said, and he saw a spark of something that seemed quite promising and scary and lovely all at once when he glanced over at her at the next light.
